Hunter had been prepared to run in the opposite direction, but instead he was stilled. He had never been able to deny his sister anything, and even though what she asked for was so wrong, deep down he wanted it to. Keeping his hand on Fawn, he circled around her until they were face to face. In a way, it had been easier when he couldn't see her properly. He could have imagined it was someone else, not that he ever wanted anyone else.
Now, Hunter was forced to look in Fawn's eyes, to see the thin ring of colour that was left behind her blown pupils. Her skin was pink, under the play of freckles that always coloured her cheeks, and Hunter was so close he could feel the warmth radiating from her.
"Love..." he whispered softly, the word left on it's own, without explanation. Hunter reached out to brush a loose tendril of hair from beside her face, letting his fingers twist in the strand. It was there, looking at her, that somehow the decision was made for him. Bringing his hands to frame her face, Hunter pressed their lips together properly for the first time.