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"Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever tricks"
-Almost Lover
- A Fine Frenzy
Chapter One: Almost Lover
"What are you doing here?" His voice was gruff, as though he'd just woken up, but she didn't let that deter her.
"I needed to see you." He rose an eyebrow questioning that statement. And if she could, she probably would have as well. What was she thinking, it was after midnight and she came down to his room because she needed to see him? Yes, as crazy and ridiculous as it sounded, it was what she did.
"C'mom Princess, back to bed with you." He took a hold of her upper arm, not in a harsh and harming grip, yet not in a soft and yielding one either, as he set off down the hallway.
"But, Cain…" She started, noticing he was only in his pants and the sight of him shirtless caused her mouth to run dry.
"Ahem"
A soft clearing of her sister's throat brought DG out of her thoughts and turning around, her teeth gnawing on her lower lip in a thoughtful way. She half-lifted up herself up in order to help her sister sit, but Azkadellia shook off her hands and sat herself across from her. DG moved her head back down to the book she was thumbing through about 'time paradoxes' and 'alternate universes'. It was interesting and had given her a lot to think about, but since she had read it twice already, it just didn't hold the same appeal… especially for the last week. DG reined in the urge to sigh as she could feel Az's eyes baring into her.
"What brings you down to my little neck of the woods?" DG let her eyes look in the direction of Az without meeting her sister's questioning, yet knowing gaze.
"Oh, no reason." Az daintily shrugged, leaning her weight into the chair she was resting upon. She tried her best to make sure that the weakness the witch left her body in when she was destroyed was not shown outwardly, and if DG hadn't known what to look for and hadn't been quite stubborn herself, she would've just let it go. A pained look overcame DG's face as guilt took over, she was quick to squash it, but not quick enough for Azkadellia not to see a fragment of the hurt the witch was still causing to their family. "Deeg…" She started, but DG shook her head, closing the book in front of her and feeling around with her feet.
"I don't know about you, Az, but I'm absolutely starving." she let on as she frowned, her feet not finding their objective. "Just… gimme a sec." Azkadellia watched as her sister upended herself underneath the furniture searching for whatever her feet failed to find.
"What on earth are you doing?" She asked, trying to sound strict, but couldn't help the amusement that bled through.
"That's exactly what I'd like to know, too."
At the sound of his voice, DG went still under the table, finally having found her slippers that she had taken off while in the comfort of her afternoon library session.