The dancing shadows of youth, the colder stars of our truth
The sun that sets on these
To live as runners, we'll know each other
And stand as brothers, we
Could live while we're free
The sun that sets on these
To live as runners, we'll know each other
And stand as brothers, we
Could live while we're free
The fresh air around them filled his lungs and Erd moved quickly, his steps a light, confident, happy sashay across the dead grasses and mounds of melting snow within the Susurro Fields.They had been cooped up in their small home within the capital proper for far too long and he was beginning to feel stifled, and so he had asked his brother if they could go out for at least a little while.
Erd knew that Ard wanted nothing more than to stay home. His brother was an antisocial recluse at the best of times, but in the wake of his kidnapping by Manon and being held prisoner in Denocte for so long, Erd really couldn’t fault his brother for being so clingy.
They were one in the same, after all. If it had been Ard at the hands of the enemy, helpless and scared, Erd didn’t really know what he would do. They had lived that cruel lifestyle in Luminous, and to think that such terrible things could befall them here, had befallen them here… It was a hard pill to swallow.
Still, he guided the way through the fields, letting the wind caress their sides and ruffle the ends of their identical cloaks. Tossing his head back to call to his twin, Erd paused, the turquoise of his eyes spotting a stranger meandering amidst the melting snow as well. He didn’t recognize her, the particular sheen of gold and ivory not striking a name or a sense of familiarity within him. Thinking nothing of it, Erd called out to her, a boyish, jovial grin pulling at his dark lips as he pranced a few paces forward, not wanting to get too close just in case their presence wasn’t wanted. “Good morning!”
Ard, Vespera bless him, immediately scrambled after him and pressed himself up against Erd’s side, clearly uneasy about encountering a stranger. Hoping to soothe his twin’s anxiety, the older of the two pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “It’s fine, Ard. I promise.”
She wouldn’t hurt them, he was sure of it… And even if he was wrong, Erd knew his brother would slit this woman’s throat before she even had a chance to scream. Not that he wanted it to happen, of course, but, well…
Something had been terribly off with Ard lately, and Erd was more than just a little bit concerned. Maybe later he would go and talk to Theodosia or Marisol about it.
