08-02-2016, 01:07 PM
Her chest expands in adoration for her brother. Without even trying he brings an exuberant joy to her life that she hasn’t been able to find anywhere else. She loves him more than she does their parents, or even herself. Having him pressed against her side envelopes her in a warm love that no one but he will see; after all, who could ever love monsters like them? They have only each other in this horrid world.
A lofty hum is breathed into the coolness around them as Jinn’s lips find her porcelain-tipped ears. She leans her head more into him to savor the contact, not minding the meager nip that punctuates the moment. Fortunately, neither of them inherited their grandfather’s carnivorous teeth otherwise playful gestures could easily have turned bloody. Even if their touches were painful Estela could never – would never – shy away from her brother’s adoration.
”Jinn,” she whispers sweetly as their eyes meet, ”I’m sorry I left.” She doesn’t know why it happened or even where she was. It was an eternal void filled with emptiness (maybe she became lost in her own soul as it suffered the separation from her brother). She felt nothing and knew not was happening. At times she wonders if it was just the dream of a night’s rest but then realizes how much she has grown since last feeling the kiss of the Dalean breeze against her skin. They aren’t gangly foals anymore but they aren’t sleek, refined adults either. It’s when she looks at Jinn that she realizes how long they were apart, how long her heart was ripping. ”I won’t leave you again,” a honeyed kiss is pressed into his neck, tender like that of a lover. ”Who have you met while I’ve been gone?” A fire flickers in the pupils of her gold-flecked eyes, hidden from his view. No one is good enough for him. No one can truly understand him. ”Do you visit the Dale?” There is less sharpness in her tone when she mentions their birth home, derailing her bout of jealousy at the prospect of Jinn somehow replacing her with someone else.
A lofty hum is breathed into the coolness around them as Jinn’s lips find her porcelain-tipped ears. She leans her head more into him to savor the contact, not minding the meager nip that punctuates the moment. Fortunately, neither of them inherited their grandfather’s carnivorous teeth otherwise playful gestures could easily have turned bloody. Even if their touches were painful Estela could never – would never – shy away from her brother’s adoration.
”Jinn,” she whispers sweetly as their eyes meet, ”I’m sorry I left.” She doesn’t know why it happened or even where she was. It was an eternal void filled with emptiness (maybe she became lost in her own soul as it suffered the separation from her brother). She felt nothing and knew not was happening. At times she wonders if it was just the dream of a night’s rest but then realizes how much she has grown since last feeling the kiss of the Dalean breeze against her skin. They aren’t gangly foals anymore but they aren’t sleek, refined adults either. It’s when she looks at Jinn that she realizes how long they were apart, how long her heart was ripping. ”I won’t leave you again,” a honeyed kiss is pressed into his neck, tender like that of a lover. ”Who have you met while I’ve been gone?” A fire flickers in the pupils of her gold-flecked eyes, hidden from his view. No one is good enough for him. No one can truly understand him. ”Do you visit the Dale?” There is less sharpness in her tone when she mentions their birth home, derailing her bout of jealousy at the prospect of Jinn somehow replacing her with someone else.
Estela
lies are dripping off your face