Breathe Again

Time would never name them unfamiliar; through a buried childhood and isolated tribute two brothers would be brothers until lungs shattered and heart discoloured beneath greying skies. Though they do not rejoice in compassionate contact, quad-gaze seems wholly enough of a reunion that is needed – a benevolent gape on behalf of sallow oddity, ascertaining Kyarst to be a flimsy manifestation of their mother.  Pale lips will curl if but faintly, a coiling tepidness that exudes familial pleasure; a gratitude of their union, “Harshly quiet without them, no?” Alacritis seemed a little less like home without the ferocious reign of their parents – The Marble Wash was a particularly ghostly place to visit without the incessant stench of Armada veins.