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“Corrin, breakfast has been made. You should eat something before we make any moves today. ” Wine stained eyes narrow out of concern, watching her brother’s every move as her arms fold across her chest. Daring herself to move close to him, she allows herself to caress his face. “Come with me.” 

     COOL distance had been kept between them for a few weeks now, and Kotaru has wondered - will the Nohrians steal their twin brother too, with everything else that’s been taken? Thus it is with apprehension that they approach him, tying their hands together with the same worry and fear that’s coated the both of them. There is new scarring for the both, and Kotaru tucks their bangs forward - not that they are long enough to hide it, anymore. 

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                 [  b - but..  ]    she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. the one time - the corrin was able to sleep - .. she had to asked the young lord a ridiculous request, if he could wait out the storm with her. 

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     Time off was spent in their bedroom - not out of choice. Both of them would love to take their blossoming love outside, for the world to see, but alas, they are trapped together in a sanctuary. They must be more careful, lest they be discovered once more. Perhaps that wasn’t all too bad, Kotaru mused. After all, Flora was all theirs once night had fallen, and they could kiss her as many times as they liked. 

    Tangled in the sheets, with layers of warmth bringing them so, so close, ( only thin layers of clothes keep them apart ) Kotaru kisses Flora’s nose once more, and the action holds just as much care as it did the first time. Perhaps they had something to prove - nothing could make them care for her less, save for maybe age and distance, but they have not come yet. 

     Very few things could deter them, not even the thunderstorm brewing outside, or Flora taking their hands - she is always cold, and they wish to bring her so much closer - and trying to stand. “ My liege, I must retire soon. My sister will notice that I’m gone. ” 

     Kotaru lets her stand, but follows suit, watching her with confusion, head tilted sideways, “ It’s so early, you don’t have to leave yet. ”

     In answer, Flora kisses their cheek - chaste, cold. “ I must be careful, my liege. ” 

     And suddenly, they are pouting, childish and unfitting, “ Please, call me Kotaru. W-we talked about this - I’m not your liege. I’m just Kotaru. ” It rises to their throat, and they feel foolish for choking, “ Please, stay. ” 

              settled along a by the bank of a small lake, there was it where you could find a small woman settled along the earths surface. if he were to approach closer towards her - they could see a few inches behind her, laid the heeled boots she wore nearly everyday of her life - along with a pair of black, rolled out tights that were rolled neatly into her right boot. 

 felicia was fanning her face with a small hand made fan of hers. it was a hot summers afternoon, and with the remaining of her day off - this was how she choose to spend it.

 now - did she notice corrin? not really. she was just enjoying - sitting under a shade, and slowly wiggling her toes in the cold water, while she hummed to herself.