corridors ♕ december 7th
The sense of comfort that he brought to her as he led her away from the masses in the corridor only solidified the everlasting feeling - her protector through and through. There was a great sense of pleasure that washed over Alecto in being witness to these gestures, but even more so as to know that they were reserved for her and her alone. To think of another woman being the recipient of this side of her dear brother made her blood burn. ”Curiosity?” she questioned back, amusement dripping off of the word as it seemed to roll over and over on her sharpened tongue. With a tip of her head, she gazed back at her brother. “Whatsoever is there to be curious about? Perhaps it is that you do not trust me to choose my own company. Or is it the company that I choose to consort with that makes you so curious, sweet Amycus?”
"Yes, curiosity. I don't believe it's a crime for me to ask, sister dearest." But of course, it wasn't simple curiousity. It had never been. "Know that I trust you. I just don't trust the others to behave."
His gaze never left hers- even in the shadow and dim light he could trace her features; well memorised within his skin. He would drown in the frail indention of her lips, in the soft sigh of her words. Cursed is he with this affection-- cursed to the very b o n e. "Why are you so reluctant to share, Al? What are you hiding from me?" ——Silent musings given life, this game of questions they played.
