forget all the names we used to know
“I wasn’t given a choice, it was thrust upon me.” He wants to say, once Corvus’ embittered tone cuts through the quiet air. That thought alone highlights so much that’s twisted in the dynamic between the brothers - a grave misunderstanding that will rip and tear at them for a time. “If he had any idea …” Crevan thinks, narrowing dark eyes with the turn of his head once Jah chimes in.
The Underneath had changed Crevan. It gives him pause to wonder: would Corvus have been so successful, had he been thrown into the fray? Or was it simply destiny, some alignment of the stars that cast him as the warrior while his brother remained behind? “Could things have been different if Corvus had been the one to emerge with new power?”
But his twin’s speech is cutting through his thoughts, sawing at Jah-Lilah’s character in hopes to expose her middle, and Crevan?
Oh, how he laughs.
Laughs and laughs and laughs as Corvus disappears, just a flurry of feathers and unshed tears. “We’re living in a hell on earth.” He chortles, flopping easily enough onto his belly. “Why not enjoy the ride?”
So different, still very much the same.
However, Jah-Lilah’s question does arouse some topics for future thought. The young wolf’s mind is a busy place anyways, this interaction only serves to bring on something of a headache. “Don’t mind him so much, aunty.” The boy huffs, lowering his head once more with nothing to do but relax. “Mother spoiled him too much as a baby.”
And with that, the aging boy yawns once before closing his eyes. He’d been chasing down the hare of a dream, it was time he finished the job.
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