and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires
She is not surprised to find him as volatile as ever.
She hears his thoughts before she sees him, able to pick them out from the dull roar of everyone who inhabited the forest today. They are of a particular pitch and volume and she couldn’t ignore them even if she tried. So she doesn’t. She is almost amused to see how worked up he is, how easily he lost himself in the heat of his emotions. It wasn’t any different from when he was a young boy—always vulnerable to it.
Still, she doesn’t revel in her brother’s pain, especially when it was induced by someone else, and she frowns slightly. Rapture? The name doesn’t mean anything to her and she isn’t able to get a clear enough picture from his thoughts to piece everything together. So, finally, she picks herself up and begins to make her way toward him, gracefully navigating the complex paths through the forest.
When she is close enough that he could feasibly see the obsidian and ivory of her, she stops. “I don’t think that the spring and the rain are the cause of your current problems, Levi.” His name is sweet on her tongue despite herself and although she would never admit it, she is glad to be in his presence again. Still, she keeps her distance, her beautifully cold face tilting to the side to consider him, studying his features.
“I see you haven’t lose your flair for the dramatic,” she teases harshly, never quite able to keep herself from giving into the desire to poke at him. He always made it so easy. Especially when she was armed with the ammo that she had so easily at her disposable. “Good to see you again, brother.”
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