coffee at midnight

Plague was waiting for her as Venom’s slender frame appeared before her brother and the shrine. He looked to be meditating, a practice they were taught as small children. Another reminder of Archon. He motioned for her to join him after greeting her back. The emotion behind his next words was indecipherable, but Venom would answer with honesty. ”I’m always training, dearest brother.” She offered vaguely as she curled her limbs beneath her and leaned against her taller sibling.

”And if you think it’s a race, you’ve already lost.” Her eyes flashed as she spoke. Venom was confident she would be the last one standing, even if she had to beat her brother into submission. Pestilence was already in trouble with mom, and Tox discussed leaving Ashen for a time to do more study. Calamity was a wild card, but she was confident she could defeat her antlered sister as well.