Duality: Neutrality.
In this peaceful way, days transcurred. Then months. And in less than they expected, one year. By day, she focused on paperwork, after he, in the morning, made her her usual cup of black tea, so then he could get back to his House and train with his twin, to return by night.
It became a sort of routine for both. The presense of eachother became something normal and necessary in their lives. After a whole day of work, they would reunite at her Chambers to have dinner, then talk, and maybe, just maybe, make love. But mostly, they enjoyed eachother's company.
They slowly began learning things about eachother.
The way she liked her food, or his tendency to arrive earlier with petty excuses, just so he could watch her work, and make dinner shortly afterwards. Most times the food wasn't tasty, but she ate it anyway. Sometimes she would make dinner. The food tasted much better then, and they both eat, talking about nothing in particular, just laughing. Sometimes they would invite the Gold Saints.
Slowly, people grew used to their strange relationship.
But still, I just wish I could say this story ends up here. With them having kids, getting married, having hollidays together, large Christmas parties with the personal of the Sanctuary as a big, happy, disfunctional family.
Still, it doesn't.
