dont you bore us

He was grateful when she chose not to pursue what could have been a very easy crucifixion of him. She had every advantage, every reasonable backup. She could’ve snared him, pinned him down with mere words and then destroyed him with each syllable. But he was safe for now. She replied, extending the strange casual direction Svetovid had pointed their conversation in. He noted the new garnish to her voice – strange, foreign. It reminded him a bit of their mother.

Gray eyes watched gently as her firm posture sank after her reply. It was… reassuring, in a way. She must not have hated him completely. The faintest of frowns caressed Svetovid’s previously stony expression, his steely gaze now completely softened with regret and concern. He took an unassuming step forward. ”Barely a day,” he answered her question quietly. Another step, shrinking the feet between them. Then he stopped, his head tilted slightly as he studied her again. She’d gotten so tall. It was strange – almost embarrassing. Of course he had wanted to be the taller one. Men usually were the bigger ones, weren’t they? But her shoulders rose a good few inches higher than his.

Another breath circulated through his body, steadier now as a calm breeze drifted in from the night air. ”What’d you come back here for?” he asked, his voice still quiet. He still wasn’t sure why he himself was here again. Perhaps… perhaps it would turn out to be a good thing. Perhaps there was a reason why. He didn’t quite believe in fate, but maybe such a thing had brought them together again. But was it merely for him to repent and pay his debts to his sister, or was it for a more loving and thoughtful reason?