the curse

Twig closed her purple gaze and leaned into Corvus as he offered his warmth, his protection, and his support. Though guilt and the heaviness of the situation weighed heavily upon them. They let themselves fall into reminiscence, and wallowed with the memory of their missing loved ones. Twig didn’t know what she would do except look and hope they returned to her. The boys weren’t missing for long, they still had a chance to find them, but Twig wasn’t sure that Corvus’s sister would ever return to them.

”You mean a lot to me.” The Memoire girl felt her broken heart suddenly flutter at his words. Despite the horrors and the tragedy that hung over the two of them she found herself enjoying the moment on a more personal and intimate level. She sighed heavily into his side, despite the stress of life’s turmoils she felt herself relaxing against him.

Twig swallowed hard as he thanked her in return for what she had done for him and she suppressed the heavy emotions within her. ”Of course,” she whispered softly into his thick chocolate brown fur. ”I’ll always be here for you, Corvus.” Autumn told him truthfully. Other than the young boys he was the closest she had to friend or family and the girl wouldn’t hesitate to admit his importance in her life.