Open Post of Not Deadness
In the middle of the night, two redheaded Elves awaken with a start, as if jolted from some nightmare. They cling together, confused and shaken, and though one is convinced that it was just a dream (after all, that happened centuries ago at least), his twin isn’t so certain. Now though isn’t the time to think about it, so he just closes his eyes and holds on, letting his brother’s presence start to heal some of the wounds that were so painfully ripped open.
Some time the next day they can be found by the lake, arms around each other’s shoulders just to reassure each other and themselves that the other is there and well. They like the solitude, it helps, but as they’re sitting out in the open just about anyone could walk by and pester them. If anyone does though they might be surprised, it’s very easy to tell who’s which right now.
Some time the next day they can be found by the lake, arms around each other’s shoulders just to reassure each other and themselves that the other is there and well. They like the solitude, it helps, but as they’re sitting out in the open just about anyone could walk by and pester them. If anyone does though they might be surprised, it’s very easy to tell who’s which right now.