H
er eyes widened with the kind of love that was saved for siblings — from an older brother to a younger sister — as she took in the sight of Raum. Her original annoyance had been easily replaced; sweet relief flooding the gaping hole and easing it's way in instead. Raum was all quicksilver and smooth words where the Twins were fire and seduction. Now, although still a child of the Night — as all of the Crows were — Raum had the musk of dry summer heat and deserts. The common stink, and reminder, that he called Solterra a temporary home. And a dangerous one, at that.Her ears flicked and she nearly jumped in her skin as Reichenbach's voice thundered from the mountain's shadows. Mila's delicate gold head snapped towards him as the King of Thieves emerged from the dark. She smiled at the words that spilled from the King Crow's lips, her own emotions mirroring the exchange. Deep down, she was truly glad that Raum had returned.. however, she knew in her heart and mind that it was not with the most ideal of circumstances. That was the way of the Crows however; they were misfits, dancers and raiders, poison experts and spies. But together, as one, they were a family not bound by blood; all found and brought together by no one other than Reichenbach himself. He had plucked them from the streets and their previous lives, and had woven something stronger from nothing. Mila's heart swelled at the thought.. for she would always be grateful, and indebted to him no less.
Mila's mind reeled with these thoughts as the King of Thieves turned to look at her, her emerald-jeweled eyes meeting his of liquid silver. He was like a father to her, his tone affectionate, until his next spoken question brought up the hint of curiosity that she did not expect. She dipped her crown rather playfully in answer, her eyes narrowing until she was looking at him teasingly through thick lashes. "Your lady knight sends her regards," she replied, a toothy, devilish grin accompanying the remark.
With a snort, she turned away, taking a delicate step back as — without surprise — her twin joined the fray. Where one was, the other was surely to follow. That was how they were; quite literally, it seemed, to be attached at the hip. Mila moved to stand side by side with Lavinia. Separate, they were red and gold cunning mistresses; but together, they were a lethal team of poisons and daggers. She searched her sister's face, seeing no hint of warmth there save for her words, but she knew better. Lavinia was not one for showing her affection for others — except for maybe Mila — but Mila knew that the darker twin was no short of glad to see their brother Crow.
Once more, they were a family of blackbirds reunited under the goddess' gaze.
Her heart warms and cools at Raum and Reichenbach's exchange; ice growing in her veins like shards of glass at the very thought — the what if — of them being caught. Reality burned around them whether they wanted it to or not now; for Denocte's Ghost called the court of Day home.. for now. She snickered at the very mention of Solterra's sovereign, and the lurking danger that lingered like a storm roiling and building in the far off distance.
And then the ice in her veins thawed, a wicked chuckle bubbling in her throat. "Who me? In trouble? Never." Mila laughed, a musical and bell-like sound, bumping her sister's shoulder jokingly as a genuine smile broadened on her face.
@Raum @reichenbach @lavinia
yay for our whittle crows c:
