Enzo
"You know other dead boys?" he whines, utterly wounded. He begins to slump abruptly in her arms, going deadweight (hah) to force her to either catch him in her impressively strong arms, or risk them both - or, at least Enzo - toppling into the sand. Mateo would have a cow over her dress getting fucked up though so he braces his knees at the very last second to avoid their brother's howling. Even Mort's halls won't protect Enzo from the decibel.
"Okay but we gotta have like a sitting room hopped up on ThirdEye too, because it's gross we can't sleep together all the time anymore." He straightens from his slump while affecting a moue of regal distaste that is hilariously out of place for the topic. "Hookups? Awesome. Missing out on creeping people out with platonic twin-sharing a bed 24/7? And also just general missing out on cuddle sessions? Not awesome." He'll surely end up crashing her bed until she locks down a non-shitbag partner, but if they have a whole separate bedroom for just that, he'll never have to threaten her future spouse with magical disembowelment. Win-win!
They ebb and flow between hilarity and earnestness as easily as the tide, and Enzo curls his knuckles upward to brush against her lips a moment longer when she kisses them. They don't need drawn out 'I love you' speeches to show the depth of their devotion. Her unstoppable dedication to returning him from the dead is a gesture greater than anyone else can lay claim to (at least in this way - Isla is a special case that only worked after their dad flubbed it). "I'll carry you over the threshold so we can do it together then. On my back though, can't go making your dating prospects even worse by maligning your purity." He grins like a shark, dragging her hand up to kiss her wrist as if it will spare him her indignity. Or raucous laughter. He'd prefer either of them to the crack in her voice that she hadn't covered well enough - sometimes humor can't bridge the gap, but Enzo knows when it can and when it can't with his sister.
Speaking of sisters it seems, Enzo follows Flora's gaze with precision focus, accustomed to tracking her line of sight from any angle for picking out flirting targets and gossip sources. Only the latter this time unfortunately, cousins and all that. There better be improved dating prospects when Flora brings him back or Enzo is going to threaten to head straight back to Mort. "Well the women of our family are usually infinitely cooler so I'm not surprised. Have you snatched her up to live in Torchline yet?" That's clearly what ruling a region is meant for - building a family commune with some friends and suitors sprinkled in.
"Okay but we gotta have like a sitting room hopped up on ThirdEye too, because it's gross we can't sleep together all the time anymore." He straightens from his slump while affecting a moue of regal distaste that is hilariously out of place for the topic. "Hookups? Awesome. Missing out on creeping people out with platonic twin-sharing a bed 24/7? And also just general missing out on cuddle sessions? Not awesome." He'll surely end up crashing her bed until she locks down a non-shitbag partner, but if they have a whole separate bedroom for just that, he'll never have to threaten her future spouse with magical disembowelment. Win-win!
They ebb and flow between hilarity and earnestness as easily as the tide, and Enzo curls his knuckles upward to brush against her lips a moment longer when she kisses them. They don't need drawn out 'I love you' speeches to show the depth of their devotion. Her unstoppable dedication to returning him from the dead is a gesture greater than anyone else can lay claim to (at least in this way - Isla is a special case that only worked after their dad flubbed it). "I'll carry you over the threshold so we can do it together then. On my back though, can't go making your dating prospects even worse by maligning your purity." He grins like a shark, dragging her hand up to kiss her wrist as if it will spare him her indignity. Or raucous laughter. He'd prefer either of them to the crack in her voice that she hadn't covered well enough - sometimes humor can't bridge the gap, but Enzo knows when it can and when it can't with his sister.
Speaking of sisters it seems, Enzo follows Flora's gaze with precision focus, accustomed to tracking her line of sight from any angle for picking out flirting targets and gossip sources. Only the latter this time unfortunately, cousins and all that. There better be improved dating prospects when Flora brings him back or Enzo is going to threaten to head straight back to Mort. "Well the women of our family are usually infinitely cooler so I'm not surprised. Have you snatched her up to live in Torchline yet?" That's clearly what ruling a region is meant for - building a family commune with some friends and suitors sprinkled in.
whether death or distance comes between
there comes a time when everybody leaves
there comes a time when everybody leaves
