[private] shadowgames

[jamie]

from the destruction, out of the flame

He comes, just as she had known that he would.
Because the shadow thing has never known love save for the crippling fondness he has always felt for his sister.

Had the face any features, perhaps concern would have furrowed the brow and the shadow thing would have frowned into the darkness at his sister’s words, the way she called to him. Alas, there is merely a spasm in his heart – real or imagined – as he turns that peculiar head in the direction of her voice.

He travels silent through the darkness, accompanied only by the fog curled sweetly around him. And when he finds her, she is not his sister. He would not have known her at all if not for the smoke that bent around her, clung close to the lioness’s sides.

He is slow to emerge from the shadows, spurred into her orbit by her plea. The only thing he ever loved, his sister, and he was some monster but not even he would turn her away. He studies her a long moment. Doesn’t even blink those large yellow eyes, his head tilted at a peculiar angle.

“Livinia,” he wheezes and slinks a little closer, his steps silent. “What’s happened?”

He thinks of Beyza. Of their mother. Of all the ways this could have happened.

you need a villain, give me a name

Jamie

@[Livinia]