Soulmates
They knew what the other one thought before one had even finished thinking.
They saw each others movement long before it was coming.
They felt another pain harder than any blade or witch-claw in their bodies.
The knew who the person in front of them really way.
All the fears. And nightmares. The highest joy they ever obtained, with every hope and wish that they held on to.
They were a team. The best friends. Partners in crime. Co-workers. The only one they had and needed.
Hansel and Gretel were brother and sister.
Everyone could tell.
But nobody knew how close they really were and how they could be once the young adults were alone.
The well-known witch hunters shared their nights as lovers.
Ever since they had left one of their battlefields, years ago, and arrived heavily injured in a cheap hostel. The pain of almost loosing their other half held the barely adult siblings close to each other. Neither wanted to let go. They whispered sweet and loving promises, as they lay in bed and placed innocent kisses on each others face, not reaching the sinful lips for hours.
The feelings they shared for each other had been there for a long time and still continued to grow.
No one knew about their secret bond. Not even now. Not ever. Even the boy and the troll who joined their deadly journey a few full moons ago would never find out about it.
Hansel and Gretel couldn't ever loose a word about their unlawful connection.
But whenever Gretel gave her brother a smile, full of loving trust, and Hansel gave his sisters hand a small squeeze; they knew.
Knew how close they were and how no one would ever be able to break their bond or substitute one of the siblings.
They were linked forever. They were meant to be. They were the closest two could ever be. They were soul-mates. They were brother and sister.
They were Hansel and Gretel.