Noctisardor Bypass ást

And someone did meet her.

Everett slipped from the bypass - alone, for once, having left Evander so he could collect his thoughts away from his twin’s prying eyes. More and more and more and more, Everett felt that growing need for space. And more and more, he took these moments. Still strange, after being tied together, bound together, tapestry of life woven together for so very long.

He did not know who had put the pieces of the girl he found together. Everett did not wholly know what he was looking at. Shaggy and squared, eyes burrowed under wild strands of fur.

Perhaps she was cursed.

Perhaps that’s why he remained on the edge of the Bypass, looking down upon the woman, considering what to do. And something stirred in his chest. A familiarity in the way her voice strung desperate and alone.

He blinked, and tipped his head. Howled back a note of some folk song he’d known as a child, to let her know she was not alone. His own tall frame, backlit by the sunlit sky. Glowing gold against the blue.