til we're stripped down to our skeletons again
The corners of her vision noted a frown upon his features, as he approached. She'd probably frown too at the sight of herself, practically curled up in a corner waiting for him to abandon her again. He answered her softly, informing her he'd been here for less time than it took for the sun to rise and fall. Maybe it was the gods, pushing them together as soon as they could be. Maybe it was just a not quite happy coincidence. He closed in, but hesitated before he could become near enough to feel the heat from her body. His gaze burned holes in her pallid coat, she could feel the inspection he was doing. Shoulders hunched up as if against the cold, defensive to his appraisal. The breeze that teased at her thick pelt didn't even touch upon her flesh, simply carding cool fingers through the tresses of her silken coat. He asked a question, vocals hardly loud enough than needed. Maybe he wasn't trying to be a douche after all. She glanced back to him, blinking a few times. She wouldn't cry. Crying was beneath her... Right?
All she would offer in reply to her brother was a heavy shrug. It near punched the breath from her lungs, resulting in a heavy huff to shudder from beneath her ribs. Her eyes stung now, vision blurry. Oh no, she wasn't going to cry. Please don't cry. She pleaded internally, only to hasten the process. One of them slipped down her cheek without even asking permission. Great, now she was no better than a hormonal teenager. This prompted her to sniffle, trying to save face. 'Not today' her body seemed to say, and a fresh bout of tears filled her eyes. A soft whimper left her, which signalled that now she was going to be crying in earnest. Snout would drop toward her chest, eyes squeezing shut to try and stop what was now a steady flow of salty liquid down her rapidly darkening cheeks.
Why are you crying? She snapped at herself internally, but it didn't seem to have any effect. A blubbering baby, is what she was right now. "I'm okay." She hiccuped, brows furrowing with the effort to reign in her emotions. A wet sniffle would negate the statement, but she didn't want her brothers pity. "What a-about you?" She asked, a poor attempt to keep the conversation moving. Shoulders would bunch, ribs constricting as she tried to force it down. She had no reason to be crying, so why the fuck was she blubbering like a child??? Ivory ears pressed against her skull tightly, tail wrapping around her paws to further shield herself from her brothers gaze. If he started to pity her, all would be lost. She would just be the baby sister he had to force himself to care for, and he'd just abandon her all over again when he was confronted with the burden she was all over again.
"there's a jet black crow going on and on and on"
til we're saints just swimming in our sins again
