Re: (After)life: Trio
"How sweet," was all Lear said to his brother's offer, a smile menacing in his sentiment. He knew Fen meant it. And it would've been sweet, if they weren't who they were. But, they were.
The glass that had dangled between Nel's fingers fell to the floor. It burst upon impact, not wholly unlike a body from a great height, only where blood and viscera ran in the latter, it was only a drink and brittle bones were shards of glass that twinkled. Maybe it wasn't a body. Maybe it was a star hitting dirt. Lear looked at the mess on the floor with his usual cool disinterest and his gaze flicked upward to Nel a moment later as she came to sit under the band of his offered arm. She nestled close and, even more strongly than before, Lear could smell the remnants of her feast on her skin. Her satiation was almost contagious, but his hunger had been ill-slaked by the bony fish in the lake. He asked about her satisfaction, and she answered, fingers in sleep-fluffed blond.
Fen smiled at their sister, an expression that was almost foreign on the man's somber countenance, and Lear grinned, watching the back and forth of his siblings as he sat between them. He felt no need to interject. This was comfortable for him. They were both warm and the trust was implicit. He yawned in a pop of jaw, his head still against Fen's shoulder. The talk of humanity and its fatal flaws wasn't uninteresting—Lear had his own thoughts on the matter—, but he was tired, even after several nights' rest. "You two keep talking about murder and mayhem. I'm taking a nap."
Lear closed his eyes, and though he was far from defenseless, there was no doubt this position he was in was vulnerable. But, he knew neither of his siblings would ever do anything to hurt him. In fact, they'd raze the entire planet if the planet so much as plucked a hair from his head. Suffice it to say, at this moment, there was nowhere he'd rather be, and he slipped off to sleep before the topic even managed to shift.