Don't look back

Was. The word hurt, more than he was prepared to deal with right now. So he concentrated instead on Iskandor’s use of it for himself, too. He was really serious about this, wasn’t he? Something stirred in his chest. He was so prepared to call himself the lone wolf, and go at it alone. But his family was proving to be just as stubborn as he was.

Iskandor’s steps closer were cautious, as if Citadel was a loaded canon. He wasn’t that volatile, was he? A part of him regretted-- no! This was his mothers fault. He saw no other path he could take.

Citadel let out a huffed little breath, and looked away from Iskandor for a moment. Struggling with the emotions of it. His tail flicked behind him, and he glanced back at Iskandor from the corner of his eyes. “Fine. But don’t slow me down, alright?” I love you too, brother.


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