**Okay, bare with me. I'm notoriously the absolute worst at group threads, I'm so sorry!
@[Kylin]
kharon
"Um."
Um.
He both says and thinks it in response to Dad, his brows knit together in confused anxiety. No, he wasn't really seeing it as Dad had asked. They were too far out for a clear view, but he was listening. He was always listening.
For such a brief moment, he could hear his twin's thoughts again before they altered into someone he didn't recognize. For such a brief moment, he felt warm relief and yearning wash over him, flood through him, surge into his veins and push him forward a few involuntary steps. Like a siren's song. Like he could come home to her. Even though it'd only been a few days, but damn, he missed her. He just wanted to be home with her.
But this wasn't her.
And there was someone else with her. Someone close to their age. His age. And she thought of his sister as her mom, deepening Kharon's frown, expounding his confusion. His fluffy wing pulled Kali tighter against him, comforting himself more than it was meant to comfort her as a tremor swept through his lavender-and-white body. Kali couldn't hear what he was hearing. His eyes had that faraway look, the focused blank stare as he listened intently.
He woke from it suddenly though as Kali lurched into his side, climbing up him to shrink and cling and hide as he turned to face this purple menace charging them. His face was set firmly, a so-rare scowl and a challenge in his stormy grey eyes. The sun reflected off his metallic necklace with a sharp glint, a solid medallion hanging over his teenage chest from a delicate chain. He threw his wings up aggressively, further obscuring Kali from view and making it clear that he was a threat.
First of all, purple was bad. The only time it was okay was when it was one of them: Dad, Kylin, Kali. The rest of the family could mean danger. Often meant danger. The moment their grandfather had stepped foot on their precious island, Dad had immediately gathered them all up and took them away to safety. Before he could whore them out, keep them for himself to fill the world with more purple babies, or trade them for political alliances.
Purple was not okay. And charging right at them wasn't either, even though he could hear excitement in her thoughts, but he was already pushed into being pissed off by how she made little Kali tuck away and hide for safety, tremble in fear. She'd been through so damn much in such a short time, and now they come back to this??
It almost didn't even matter that this chick was totally fucking hot.
He really wasn't noticing that part.
No, really. He wasn't.
You're okay, baby, he thought to Kali silently in reassurance, I got you. We're okay. He arched his wings more, hard eyes glittering in warning for the stranger to stay back. And he followed with a rough roar of command that echoed that message, his young voice growly and gruff.
"Stay BACK!"
He knew by this moment that she was Kylin's daughter - knew it, but didn't understand it - but his first priority was Kali and bringing her back from the terror before she went catatonic and silent again, before she was so shocked and broken again. Don't leave me again, he thinks, but only to himself.
Um.
He both says and thinks it in response to Dad, his brows knit together in confused anxiety. No, he wasn't really seeing it as Dad had asked. They were too far out for a clear view, but he was listening. He was always listening.
For such a brief moment, he could hear his twin's thoughts again before they altered into someone he didn't recognize. For such a brief moment, he felt warm relief and yearning wash over him, flood through him, surge into his veins and push him forward a few involuntary steps. Like a siren's song. Like he could come home to her. Even though it'd only been a few days, but damn, he missed her. He just wanted to be home with her.
But this wasn't her.
And there was someone else with her. Someone close to their age. His age. And she thought of his sister as her mom, deepening Kharon's frown, expounding his confusion. His fluffy wing pulled Kali tighter against him, comforting himself more than it was meant to comfort her as a tremor swept through his lavender-and-white body. Kali couldn't hear what he was hearing. His eyes had that faraway look, the focused blank stare as he listened intently.
He woke from it suddenly though as Kali lurched into his side, climbing up him to shrink and cling and hide as he turned to face this purple menace charging them. His face was set firmly, a so-rare scowl and a challenge in his stormy grey eyes. The sun reflected off his metallic necklace with a sharp glint, a solid medallion hanging over his teenage chest from a delicate chain. He threw his wings up aggressively, further obscuring Kali from view and making it clear that he was a threat.
First of all, purple was bad. The only time it was okay was when it was one of them: Dad, Kylin, Kali. The rest of the family could mean danger. Often meant danger. The moment their grandfather had stepped foot on their precious island, Dad had immediately gathered them all up and took them away to safety. Before he could whore them out, keep them for himself to fill the world with more purple babies, or trade them for political alliances.
Purple was not okay. And charging right at them wasn't either, even though he could hear excitement in her thoughts, but he was already pushed into being pissed off by how she made little Kali tuck away and hide for safety, tremble in fear. She'd been through so damn much in such a short time, and now they come back to this??
It almost didn't even matter that this chick was totally fucking hot.
He really wasn't noticing that part.
No, really. He wasn't.
You're okay, baby, he thought to Kali silently in reassurance, I got you. We're okay. He arched his wings more, hard eyes glittering in warning for the stranger to stay back. And he followed with a rough roar of command that echoed that message, his young voice growly and gruff.
"Stay BACK!"
He knew by this moment that she was Kylin's daughter - knew it, but didn't understand it - but his first priority was Kali and bringing her back from the terror before she went catatonic and silent again, before she was so shocked and broken again. Don't leave me again, he thinks, but only to himself.
@[Kylin]