It Hurts So Much

Just the by the way she position her body on the ground, frame pulled together, crown buried beneath her paws, Pontifex knew something had happened. But what? Had she gotten hurt? What about Octavian? Where was their brother? Surely he knew what was going on with Loccian? Of the three siblings, since their departure from their homelands, Oct and Locc had been the closest ones. When he had first met up with his siblings after so long, he had found the two together. It struck him as odd that Octavian wasn't around. Had something happened to his brother?

His golden gaze watched his sister with unabashed worry, his features crinkling together in anxiety as she slowly unfurled herself, her grey eyes glancing up towards. At first it didn't seem like she recognized him but then he could see the recognition in her eyes as she realized who he was. Her eyes were wide, water prickling at the edges before she launched herself at him, her thin, somewhat amaciated frame barely moving him an inch as she buried her face in his chest, her voice exclaiming that something terrible had happened. Frame tensed with unease, nape curling around his sister's shoulders as he hugged her to him, wanting to just take her inside of him and keep her there. Clearly something had happened and it was grave enough to have Loccian upset in a way he had never seen her before.

Pontifex was quiet as he spoke, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible in an effort to ignore the growing nausea in his stomach as his mind played with what the news could be. What happened Loccian? Tell me. He didn't want to say Octavian's name. His brother was fine. Somewhere in Alacritis, doing who knows what, but alive and healthy. The grey and black brute repeated this mantra to himself over and over while he waited for Loccian to explain, holding her tightly to him, never wanting to let her go.