the sun goes down like a photograph
There was going to be a lot of explaining. There was going to be a lot of tears. None of that the twins cared about. All they wanted was to see their parents.
"Mom!" Marcus said, bursting through the front door with his sister on his heels. Dad! Margot echoed. Their feet thundered through the small Snowcloak house until they each stopped in the kitchen. Marcus called out again for each of his parents, expecting them to come in from the processing and meat storage room. Margot looked around, her patience wearing thin, as their grandparents stepped through.
"Cordelia?" Amara called out, her voice cold with fear. Marcus looked at her and his head cocked somewhat, sky-blue eyes narrowing with a little bit of confusion. Why would Granna be afraid of Mom?
"Mom!" Marcus said, bursting through the front door with his sister on his heels. Dad! Margot echoed. Their feet thundered through the small Snowcloak house until they each stopped in the kitchen. Marcus called out again for each of his parents, expecting them to come in from the processing and meat storage room. Margot looked around, her patience wearing thin, as their grandparents stepped through.
"Cordelia?" Amara called out, her voice cold with fear. Marcus looked at her and his head cocked somewhat, sky-blue eyes narrowing with a little bit of confusion. Why would Granna be afraid of Mom?
you try to stop time in the aftermath
