Broken Sonata

She knew. From the moment she looked at him when he asked his humdrum question, he could tell she had picked up on his mood. Saracyn wasn't a wolf to wear his heart on his sleeve, but Avacyn had always been able to see right through him. A blessing and a curse of knowing your twin so well, he supposed. Ava entertained his idle curiosity by filling him in on the happenings of her day, relaying the final preparations for the practice raid and that the scouting party had left to perform their duties. He nodded his head once; progress being made was always a good thing. Saracyn continued to eat in silence while Ava spoke, giving her the air to say as much or as little as she wanted. He pointedly noticed how she didn't once mention Albion. Was it because she knew of the growing tension between the two brutes, or because she didn't want to tell Sara about the sordid details of her love life with her betrothed? Not that he really wanted to know, but there was always a pang of envious curiosity that made him wonder just what this other male was doing with the fae he loved. Deep down, he knew that knowing would hurt... but not knowing would just make his mind run rampant and drive himself crazy.

As if reading his mind and showing off her keen intuition and insight into him, Avacyn gently probed for what was on his mind. She didn't question him. She already knew. Saracyn paused mid bite, glancing up into Ava's obsidian eyes from around a mouthful of fish. He sighed, withdrew from his meal and licked his lips clean. "I-" He paused, trying to piece together a sentence that didn't make him sound like a completely jealous and clingy partner. After a moment of thought, the dire brute just sighed again and shook his head. "It's nothing you need to worry yourself over. Just dumb thoughts and stuff." It wasn't a total lie, at the very least. Saracyn would never lie to Avacyn. He loved her and respected her far too much to lie to her. But he couldn't bring himself to speak what was really on his mind when he knew it would only hurt her. She didn't deserve to suffer because of his own envy and insecurity. Sara's eyes turned down to watch his paws idly pick away at the flaky meat of his dinner, peeling it away from the bones in chunks, doing just about anything to distract himself. "Are you enjoying your time with Albion?" he asked, using a bit of force to keep his voice even when saying his enemy's name. Avacyn was smart. No doubt she'd put two and two together, but it was all Saracyn could think to ask, the PG-rated version of what was on his mind.

"Saracyn Mendacium"