Whispers Of Unrest

Ely continued to pace her den even as her brother’s familiar scent drifted in from outside, and even still as she heard his steps drawing closer to her and his voice calling out to her softly. The softest she’d heard him address her in a while. He was Angry with her still, over her involvement with Scald. She knew it, he knew it, the syndicate knew it.

She paused regardless and cast him a glance. Her eyes bothe alive with crazed fury and yet hollow with self hate, a whirlpool of negativity. But she continued to pace again, the constant movement helped to ease her mind to tire her out so she didn’t act rashly.

”If you’ve come here to walk on eggshells while talking Ze , save it. I’m not a little girl anymore… I know I’ve fucked up miserably in every aspect of my life currently” she snapped before she sighed.

She mumbled to herself, not an apology but cast him a softer look before she continued. ”we can talk Ze, what’s on your mind?” it was as close as he’d get to an apology from her.


"Ely & Ezekiel"