[ It'd be a lie to say that the Volkarin siblings are always together, but it's true more often than not. Shadowheart at Emmrich's elbow, Emmrich behind Shadowheart's chair. But they part at dinner, his gaze following her until she's left the hall. He stays for only another hour, making a spare plate β a chocolate eclair and a slice of pear tart, a few raspberries β before taking his leave.
When he enters their rooms, he toes his shoes off by the door, the motion serving as the only pause in his glide across the suite. Her proffered hand is met with his, like second nature, as he holds out the desserts with the other. ]
I felt it, too, [ he says softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of her head. ]
Butβ nothing malign, I think. Something more like separation. A division of souls.
[ A beat. ]
Perhaps that's what's drained you so, my dear. To have access to only half of oneself takes quite the toll.
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When he enters their rooms, he toes his shoes off by the door, the motion serving as the only pause in his glide across the suite. Her proffered hand is met with his, like second nature, as he holds out the desserts with the other. ]
I felt it, too, [ he says softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of her head. ]
Butβ nothing malign, I think. Something more like separation. A division of souls.
[ A beat. ]
Perhaps that's what's drained you so, my dear. To have access to only half of oneself takes quite the toll.