R I O T

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“it seems like you are running from something dear brother.” her voice stern as the chilly wind propelled her forward. dark hair danced with the breeze, yet her eyes remained on him. she, she was night’s child – dark features matched with darkness – born to live in the shadows of monsters. but he, he was day’s child – he shone in brightness – excelled well in softness. 

they were opposites, but they cannot live without the other. two souls morphed as one under an unloving roof. 

so soft fingers would brush lightly against his, hoping to bring him a little comfort. “cinnamon.” annoyance laced her voice. “you know i cannot stand the smell of cinnamon & that is all i smell in that bloody castle.”

“well there’s nowhere to hide, al. it’s pointless.” aren’t we all running from something? just some things more tangible than others. 

he wanted to laugh at the annoyance in her voice ( he knew the sound all too well ). the cold wind howled again, and amycus wrapped his own scarf around her neck. “this probably smells of cinnamon too.” green & silver, fitting for a viper like her. “but luckily for you i have pumpkin scented candles back at the dorm. surely that is more preferable to smelling cinnamon.” 

“but sapphires are much prettier, don’t you agree?” her voice is lilting, laced with a playful tone. everything is a game to her, everything is just for fun. being serious is far too boring.

“prettier than diamonds, yes, but there are better things don’t you think?” he set down the book in his hands, turning to face her. “the world on a silver platter is much more appealing.” 

where hollow’seve will soon become the wicked’s playground & children all around theworld pay tribute to howling monsters. pumpkin spices mixed with distasteful cinnamon, alecto absolutely hated the scent that engulfed the school during this month. it lingered in her nostrils as she sleep, and she tasted it in her mouth as she awoke. so she fled & fled & fled until all she can smell is the ice in the air & grass beneath her feet. 

october wind blew – october wind blew her brother’s scent into her path. october dawn led her brother straight to her. “the night is my beloved. it beckons me. and you? starting your day under moonlight? or were you awaiting the birds’ songs?”

he took a bite of the apple in his hands. “neither,” he replied, throwing a glance her way. she wore darkness well, shadows draping across her as if the cold didn’t dare touch her. “i came out for a run. couldn’t sleep,” he murmured. whatever warmth he had from his run ( or aptly a midnight run ) had long fled. he had been out here far longer than he realised. 

a few more bites of the apple and amycus threw it at the lake. sure enough the giant squid reached out one giant tentacle to catch it. the hint of a smile played on his lips, disappearing as quick as it came, and he turned to face his twin once more. it’s suffocating in there, his eyes said. i wish we were home he almost said, despite those cold halls & icy glances from their father. 

“i thought you might come out here. the smell of cinnamon in there is overwhelming.”

“how cheap.”

and the flowers are promptly tossed in the rubbish bin.

“that boy can hardly afford the likes of diamond earrings, nott.” amusement filled his words. “though i doubt he'd do better with diamonds & pearls in his hands for you.”