WHO: Fawn and Hunter WHAT: Hunter has come to a decision WHERE: DC, Fawn's room WHEN: June 11th, night WARNINGS: Actual, honest to god sex. Oh, and incest. And fluff.
Separation was never easy for Hunter, but over the last week, he had been feeling it even more acutely. Each night was spent laying in bed, his hand resting against the wall that separated him from his twin. Not just his twin, the second half of his heart. He was sure that Clint was only minutes away from punching him in the face, from the number of times he had sighed wistfully. It wasn't his fault. He had seen the fear and horror on Fawn's face, as their classmates had fallen around them. Aurors had found them quickly, but not quickly enough to keep his sister from stumbling and falling, calling out his name, and reaching for him, as she did. He had realized just how quickly she could be taken away, and so each second apart seemed like an unnecessary sacrifice. Quietly, he slipped out of bed, and inched the door to his room open. Fawn's room was just next door, and he gave a quiet knock, trying to think of what excuse he might give, if Etta was there.