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It felt wrong, leaving a home that they had only just begun to settle into. Ard didn’t like it. Of course, it wasn’t as if he liked most things, but his point stood pretty damn clear in his opinion.
They had narrowly escaped the clutches of a maniacal madman, cruel and abusive and unforgiving as Vreis had been, into a world of mystery and wonder. Despite hardly conversing with the denizens or making much effort to get to know anyone other than Marisol and Theodosia, Terrastella had begrudgingly become their new home, and now they had left it behind. He hated it. How many more homes would they have to leave behind? How long until he and his brother just found a single, safe place to live their days in peace?
Denocte had welcomed the refugees of Terrastella with open arms and warm fires, housing them with food aplenty and a dry place to rest their heads. It was nice of them, he supposed. Considerate, and all that jovial bullshit that came with politics and natural disasters. It wasn’t like the Night Court had to, and yet… They did, asking little to nothing in return. Ard didn’t trust that bit of information any further than he could throw a full grown horse, which wasn’t very far at all, given his petite stature.
Still, it was nice to not be a sodden mess like they were in Terrastella. With their cloaks and hoods in place, it would be impossible to tell the two twins apart, which helped soothe Ard’s nerves as they explored the Night Court and all it had to offer. The hour was late as they milled through Denocte’s capitol, and the young warlock was content to just watch the few citizens pass them by from the shadows.
“… I fucking hate this,” Ard grumbled softly, the worn, constant scratch of his whisper surely heard by none other than his twin, “We should just leave.”
It would be all too easy to do. No one would miss them. They could easily slip away into the night like silver shadows and find somewhere for just the two of them. Maybe they could go back up into the mountains? No one would find them there. To Ard, it sounded fucking perfect, but he knew that his twin brother wouldn’t agree. Erd was too good for that. Too loyal. Novus did not deserve him.
“No one would miss us, Erd.”
The self-depreciating comment came without thinking, but the words were still spoken upon that rasping whisper. In Ard’s mind, they held a great deal of truth; no one would miss them. Why would they?
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