Soren
The eyes are on fire
Soren glanced sideways as Aithne bumped his hip, the corner of his mouth finally curling into something half-formed but real. Not quite a smile, but close enough. Ignored by the blonde, the young Ancient moved on—which was perhaps for the best.
“Wild is one word for it,” he murmured, his voice low, meant only for her.
The voice of the Family came then, biting his keys, and Soren’s head tilted in an avian fashion. He caught the tossed ring with a lazy flick of his hand, the metal clinking against his palm. His smile for Aithne shifted, becoming something sharper. There was amusement in the narrowing of his eyes—something feral behind the restraint. For Vox, “If I’m a cupboard,” he said dryly, “then you’re the creaky hinge.”
He watched as Vox spun nonsense into gold, then followed Aithne as she climbed the steps.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he said beside her, though there was no heat in it. If anything, there was admiration. At the top, he let the keys fall from his hand, metal ringing faintly as they struck the last step.
Soren climbs up with Aithne and drops his keys!
“Wild is one word for it,” he murmured, his voice low, meant only for her.
The voice of the Family came then, biting his keys, and Soren’s head tilted in an avian fashion. He caught the tossed ring with a lazy flick of his hand, the metal clinking against his palm. His smile for Aithne shifted, becoming something sharper. There was amusement in the narrowing of his eyes—something feral behind the restraint. For Vox, “If I’m a cupboard,” he said dryly, “then you’re the creaky hinge.”
He watched as Vox spun nonsense into gold, then followed Aithne as she climbed the steps.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he said beside her, though there was no heat in it. If anything, there was admiration. At the top, he let the keys fall from his hand, metal ringing faintly as they struck the last step.
Soren climbs up with Aithne and drops his keys!
You are the unforcasted storm
