Valentine had just left the young twins. The times their father left were always strange, to say the least. It was difficult to sit still, but even more so to find something to do that wouldn’t later get them both punished. Seraphina just sat on her bed, fiddling with the sheets for a moment.
She glanced across the small room, dark eyes meeting the ones that mirrored her own. The house always felt so deadly silent when their father was gone - and she could never decide how she felt about the silence.
The blonde's impatient hands let go of the sheets and folded in her lap finally, just unable to sit still. “When do you think he will be back?” It was a silly question, obviously. She just chose to break the silence. Neither of them could know when he would come back from his other home. “I don’t want to just sit here.”
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