How he longed to feel this body in his arms once more. The Sable couldn't even remember the last time he had been able to hold his brother like this, with the wild abandonment that would have made even the children of DeepGround shake their heads. But these were his arms holding his living brother, his real arms and his warm brother. If Nero was capable of it, he would have been positively giddy.
But, all things came to an end. He could feel the change in his brother's stance, reluctantly letting go to turn to stare up at him. The lines of his face were slightly sharper, the circles under his eyes slightly darker, but Nero's face was the perfect mask it had always been. The only key to what the Sable was thinking was in those eyes, and at the moment, they were focused on memorizing all the familiar movements of his brother.
"The surface is no different from DeepGround," his tone betrayed nothing, just kept that lilting poetic edge that it always carried as he glanced outside. "Far more spacious... but with just as many cages."
He worried his lower lip for a moment, then turned to face his brother. "You are as always. You have adapted well."
But, all things came to an end. He could feel the change in his brother's stance, reluctantly letting go to turn to stare up at him. The lines of his face were slightly sharper, the circles under his eyes slightly darker, but Nero's face was the perfect mask it had always been. The only key to what the Sable was thinking was in those eyes, and at the moment, they were focused on memorizing all the familiar movements of his brother.
"The surface is no different from DeepGround," his tone betrayed nothing, just kept that lilting poetic edge that it always carried as he glanced outside. "Far more spacious... but with just as many cages."
He worried his lower lip for a moment, then turned to face his brother. "You are as always. You have adapted well."
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