coffee black at three

The way she thrashed in his grip filled the ghostly youth with self-loathing, bile rising in his gullet instantly. What was he doing? And so he released his sister, her chimeric form falling limply to the ground at his paws. She rolled onto her back, showed her belly in submission and fear. He hated the sensation of making his sister afraid. Her apologies rung in his skull in much the way his own accusation had within hers. A quick explanation, a simple one at that. She'd been lost. Brows furrowed in anger quickly found themselves scrunched together in confusion, and then in concern. Joints loosened, a subtle tremble in his limbs, as he crumbled like an ancient citadel. Alighting upon the ground, he sought to frame his petite sister's form between slender forelegs and pull her closer.

"I thought you.." his airy vocals were tremulous, soft. "After Sim.. Hydrae... I thought you'd died, too." why was his face so hot? Why was everything so blurry? Oh, he was crying. Those were warm cascades of tears staining the champagne and smoke hued fur of his cheeks. If she would let him, the ghostly young male would bury his features into whatever part of his sister's fur he could reach. Hide the ugly display of painful sorrow from view, and soak up the sensation of living flesh within his grasp. At least she was still here. At least he hadn't failed another loved one.