[ Gifts from her big brother were always the best: even better than the ones boyfriends, her husband, have given her. Trinkets or something more substantial, it's being special enough for him to take the time to find something for her, to have her elder sibling return home, time and again. Is there a greater joy as a child?
When he begins to say her name, cutting off like that as if it's some sort of nickname without any of the heavily toned cynicism everyone else always carries when speaking to her, Katherine's face tilts down. A greater wash of Nyx being a good, no great, brother goes over her, and it's almost too much to take.
In that moment, the Katherine that Katerina, the human girl from 15th century Bulgaria, could've been pours out. Cutting off and compartmentalizing emotions tied to romantic love is one thing, but this? The love for a brother? She can't process it.
So, she wastes no time in moving forward, cementing her place on the sidewalk by bringing her other foot up and approaching him. Looking into his face for a second before she reaches out to start hugging him, sure in the action, touch confident and unwavering as her arms slide to wrap around him.
They both must know it's not real, right? That doesn't stop her from wanting to do it, to feel the warmth of his arms around her. Katherine has always craved simplicity, and she's never had it, never been able to. Under the masks she's worn over all her years on the planet, there's still that human girl. What could come of this, then; they'll both find out what's in store. ]
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When he begins to say her name, cutting off like that as if it's some sort of nickname without any of the heavily toned cynicism everyone else always carries when speaking to her, Katherine's face tilts down. A greater wash of Nyx being a good, no great, brother goes over her, and it's almost too much to take.
In that moment, the Katherine that Katerina, the human girl from 15th century Bulgaria, could've been pours out. Cutting off and compartmentalizing emotions tied to romantic love is one thing, but this? The love for a brother? She can't process it.
So, she wastes no time in moving forward, cementing her place on the sidewalk by bringing her other foot up and approaching him. Looking into his face for a second before she reaches out to start hugging him, sure in the action, touch confident and unwavering as her arms slide to wrap around him.
They both must know it's not real, right? That doesn't stop her from wanting to do it, to feel the warmth of his arms around her. Katherine has always craved simplicity, and she's never had it, never been able to. Under the masks she's worn over all her years on the planet, there's still that human girl. What could come of this, then; they'll both find out what's in store. ]