His chin would tuck against the small of her back, finding sanctuary between the delicate hills of her shoulder blades as he breathed. In and out, Amaris would attempt to steady himself. Her voice was distant even as she spoke, not mere centimeters from his face. As though caught in a wind tunnel, he would crane a single ear (as daringly as he could) to listen.
How do you know that,He hissed between the tightening of his chest.
A woosh between his fur only drew the male closer, burying his head further into the spine of his sister as he felt one of those things draw too close.
Aelia,He practically whimpered. He hated every single second of this—the darkness, the shadows he knew were creeping at their sides, and whatever the Five had conjured into this cave--he hated it all.
For the moon-kissed boy, the seconds moved like years. A millennium, if he really wished to be dramatic. But at last, his sister's voice would pierce the air, and slowly, the beat of wings would recede to silence. Only then would the pale boy raise his head, blink his eyes, and glance towards a cave speckled in light.
It goes...deeper?His voice would squeak at those last words, his body finally finding the courage and bravery and strength to shimmy off his sister.
A gulp fastened across his throat as he stared at each of them; all three were as hollow as his insides felt. Maybe he needed to pee.
Uhm,He tried to clear his throat as sunlit eyes blinked to the furthest right.
Which one do we choose...?
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