tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead ] . (Cyrene)
When Cyrene kissed his forehead Basil's eyes filled with tears at the tender gesture, he couldn't remember the last time his sister had shown such a softness towards him. It had to of been when he was still just a child running around in the gardens.
As she pulled away he stared at her, feeling particularly vulnerable. "I miss you.." He whispered, feeling raw and honest as he shifted from foot to foot.
"I just... I miss how things used to be.."











