Qeya River some people survive chaos

kivaluk the perfect, kivaluk the first; first born and first to every milestone. the golden child, the picture of an ideal son. akkuma's tail lashed, angry and feline, as he considered his brother and his peacekeeping efforts. he loved him. how could he do anything except love him, even knowing what that left akkuma for himself?
beside kivaluk's brightness, he could never be anything but the shadow. cold, unforgiving, shrouded. but he was his brother's shadow, above all else, and he would acquiesce to his softness in this. to an extent.
okay, he said simply to his brother. the woman asked a question. no. he did not look at her. a question lingered in his eyes, directed at his brother. if he wanted to entertain the woman a little longer, akkuma would be content to return to his treasures and find his brother some other time. but if kivaluk desired the company of his littermate, he would need to shed this unwelcome excess.