Stronger with every loss,
The inaudible communication is as natural as breathing, reminding her fondly of the times when they knew each other so well that words weren't even necessary, when the stars twinkled around them and they were never more than a thought away from each other. It makes her heart light, overjoyed to hear Vesper so close as she eliminates the distance between them. Exactly!! See how fun it is?!
She looks up at him, giggling through the bond when he claims to have 'forgot,' like he isn't the telepathic one - the one who always knows everything. But it's not like she can tease him when he gives in so quickly, and she melts into his comfortable presence with the ease only siblings possess.
Nova doesn't dampen her overwhelming buoyancy despite the new weight around her shoulders, knowing she never has to around him. Instead, she shines a little brighter, sparkles kicking up with the flecks of shadows and sand shifting around her feet. The same glittering particles slow, almost weightless in their hesitant curiosity. She's not sure she likes the heavy sigh or the ominous words that Vesper says, the ones that imply she isn't going to like whatever it is.
Luckily, her brother knows her better than anyone, and before she can start pondering what new insult he's found for glitter, he's getting to the point. But confusion flickers over her face as she tries to compute what he's telling her. 'North?' Sunlight catches her hair in a golden halo of innocence when she inspects him. Do you mean the Hollowed Grounds? Did you like it that much? She'd certainly thought the Blood Moon Festival was a blast (hehehe), but she wouldn't say she wants to stay there for more than a short visit.
The scrunch of her nose and purse of her lips is evidence enough of her thoughts even if Vesper couldn't read them - the befuddled, slightly concerned tilt that lies beneath the shimmer of bright curiosity. How long is 'a lot longer?' A week? A month? A season? Should she be worried?
She looks up at him, giggling through the bond when he claims to have 'forgot,' like he isn't the telepathic one - the one who always knows everything. But it's not like she can tease him when he gives in so quickly, and she melts into his comfortable presence with the ease only siblings possess.
Nova doesn't dampen her overwhelming buoyancy despite the new weight around her shoulders, knowing she never has to around him. Instead, she shines a little brighter, sparkles kicking up with the flecks of shadows and sand shifting around her feet. The same glittering particles slow, almost weightless in their hesitant curiosity. She's not sure she likes the heavy sigh or the ominous words that Vesper says, the ones that imply she isn't going to like whatever it is.
Luckily, her brother knows her better than anyone, and before she can start pondering what new insult he's found for glitter, he's getting to the point. But confusion flickers over her face as she tries to compute what he's telling her. 'North?' Sunlight catches her hair in a golden halo of innocence when she inspects him. Do you mean the Hollowed Grounds? Did you like it that much? She'd certainly thought the Blood Moon Festival was a blast (hehehe), but she wouldn't say she wants to stay there for more than a short visit.
The scrunch of her nose and purse of her lips is evidence enough of her thoughts even if Vesper couldn't read them - the befuddled, slightly concerned tilt that lies beneath the shimmer of bright curiosity. How long is 'a lot longer?' A week? A month? A season? Should she be worried?
brighter with every win
Nova
