09-25-2017, 08:44 PM
Hyaline was darkening, darker here within the forest when Sakir heard the gentle thud of hooves, the crackle of leaf litter, and he knew he had been found. It was rare anyone would venture this deep, it was why he lingered here when he was in residence. Who chose to pursue him now? Who had cared to?
Amet… of course. And he turned so that he faced his brother squarely, his expression defiantly sad. He knew it hadn’t been right to seek this sort of solitude, to shirk off all duty and disappear. But he had, and it’d been easy. And yet, Sakir also knew eventually his brother would come for him. And here Amet was, his amber eyes locking with his.
Iset... why did he need to speak of her? To make it once again so raw. He could feel his heart pound behind his eyes and that he was suddenly aware that he drew breath and it was shaky. “You asked her?” It was almost an accusation, a bleed of emotion finally breaking through the numbness which cocooned him for what seemed an age. His voice was scratchy from disuse, but there was no mistaking the angry disbelief. In fact, it felt good to channel that anger towards someone finally, as if the splitting of this family was solely Amet’s fault. “You don’t ask her... you, you tell her we love her, you persuade her, you…” encourage her, calm her, work with her… you do whatever it takes to get her to come back to you.
Breathe, just breathe… it always worked well with his twin. He held his breath and counted before exhaling slow and with control.
‘And where have you been?’ Amet asked him, and it felt rather pointed. Deservedly so he supposed. He’d grown from child to man alone and away from everyone. Solitude had never suited him and yet, without Iset he had fallen into it so easily. Hyaline hadn’t needed to bear witness to the uselessness of his grief. “Here and there.” He replied when he finally had a handle of his emotion. He wasn’t sure how much Amet would understand, though his dulled scales and sunken face probably gave his brother some sort of an indication of how not up to the task he was at the moment. “I know I haven’t been the brother you need.” He had chosen to neglect everything, fleeing in a way much like Iset had done, just differently, Sakir suddenly realised. “Is there something else you want?” He asked his brother in an eerily distant way.
Amet… of course. And he turned so that he faced his brother squarely, his expression defiantly sad. He knew it hadn’t been right to seek this sort of solitude, to shirk off all duty and disappear. But he had, and it’d been easy. And yet, Sakir also knew eventually his brother would come for him. And here Amet was, his amber eyes locking with his.
Iset... why did he need to speak of her? To make it once again so raw. He could feel his heart pound behind his eyes and that he was suddenly aware that he drew breath and it was shaky. “You asked her?” It was almost an accusation, a bleed of emotion finally breaking through the numbness which cocooned him for what seemed an age. His voice was scratchy from disuse, but there was no mistaking the angry disbelief. In fact, it felt good to channel that anger towards someone finally, as if the splitting of this family was solely Amet’s fault. “You don’t ask her... you, you tell her we love her, you persuade her, you…” encourage her, calm her, work with her… you do whatever it takes to get her to come back to you.
Breathe, just breathe… it always worked well with his twin. He held his breath and counted before exhaling slow and with control.
‘And where have you been?’ Amet asked him, and it felt rather pointed. Deservedly so he supposed. He’d grown from child to man alone and away from everyone. Solitude had never suited him and yet, without Iset he had fallen into it so easily. Hyaline hadn’t needed to bear witness to the uselessness of his grief. “Here and there.” He replied when he finally had a handle of his emotion. He wasn’t sure how much Amet would understand, though his dulled scales and sunken face probably gave his brother some sort of an indication of how not up to the task he was at the moment. “I know I haven’t been the brother you need.” He had chosen to neglect everything, fleeing in a way much like Iset had done, just differently, Sakir suddenly realised. “Is there something else you want?” He asked his brother in an eerily distant way.