She is laughing, and the sound is sweet. It has a kind of innocence, a blurry unawareness that is utterly appealing and as adorable as it is worrying. It diffuses into the air of the room, covers up its shadows and staves away every bad memory that has ever thought to make its home.
She is grinning too, the corners of her lips pulled wide and careless, and that makes the world just a little bit brighter, because that kind of happiness is highly communicable.
They are sprawled on the sofa together, and their limbs are loosely twisted and tangled into each other, interwoven like so much yarn. Crystal had been reading, but had lost track of the page, and the book she had been holding at an arm's length had fallen onto her face, whence she is carefully removing it with her fingertips held firm and her shoulders shaking in exhaustion.
Carol is laughing, and Crystal doesn't care about anything else in the world, because the one she loves most in the world is content, and so she is, and so nothing can topple her from her mood, from this feeling of indomitability.
That is how she feels. Unconquerable.
A/N: I do so enjoy writing the twins.
~Mademise Morte
