let my shadows prove the sunshine
Svedka feels the tension within his younger sister’s body as they lean against each other. “It seems,” he begins, his voice tender and gentle, “that we must focus our energy elsewhere.” He turns his bright eyes towards her, tightness in his shoulder as the scarred tissue pulls from the movement. “We should find them, Wishbone.” He pauses, his face soft and sincere, passionate. A tiny smirk finds the pink of his lips and he nudges her cheek. “I am particularly good at finding things, you know.” A good-natured chuckle rasps in his throat, smiling.
Years have passed but the two fell back into themselves with such ease, even with darkness now plaguing the outskirts of their mind.
Revenge isn’t something Svedka has tasted; there is too much light, maybe, that still wraps itself around his heart. He is only saddened and heartbroken, not finding it in himself to harbor emotions like anger within him. He’s always been a bit naive that way, thinking that perhaps there is a reason to all of his trials, and that there is no use in being angry over something that had to happen anyway. However, ever since he had been pulled from the Afterlife, Svedka has begun to find that disappointment does not only lead to sadness, but also to bitterness.
He sighs, reveling in the warmth of Wishbone against him. Everything felt right, in this moment, even if it wasn’t. And that gave him hope.
“We’re still here,” he breathes, parroting her with a gentle sparkle to his eyes. When she touches her muzzle to his cheek, his eyes close, soaking in her touch and drawing strength from her. “Me too, Wish. It might sound morbid, but it really does ease the pain knowing that someone else not only knows, but understands.” He pauses, opening his eyes then. “Thank you.”
svedka
@[Wishbone]