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His weight shifted between his paws as he looked over the cliff from which the waterfall that created the Haunted Brook. Even if it hadn't been midnight, he would have seen almost nothing. The stars that twinkled overhead, the moon that dyed his furs silver in its light, none of it was strong enough to combat the fact that Kolya had been been born without most of his sight. It was only in the day time that he could make out shapes. It was dangerous, then, for him to be on this cliff. What if he walked off the edge inadvertently? He didn't fear that. He didn't fear much of anything, not anymore. He let out a sigh, one that held with it the weight of the universe, it seemed. His sighs had gotten heavier and heavier lately. He was surprised that the rest of the world hadn't noticed how heavy he had been lately. But, he supposed, maybe they had. Maybe they just wanted to give him space. Space was what he needed to cope with the holes that were left in his chest. Yet, was space something that was even possible for him?
He blinked, before settling into a seated position. His sister would be here any moment now, at least if he was in luck. He had told a kadet to tell her that he wanted to be met at moonhigh here. The two needed to talk, badly. He didn't particularly want to, and having a deep conversation with his sister made dread settle in his stomach. It wasn't that he feared his sister, or thoght she was unable to have deep conversations. It was just that he was just so tired, so worn. Yet, they had things that needed to be said, and if he was going to ever move on, they had to be said now.
Though the black she-cat regularly wore an expression of impassive stubbornness, green eyes hard and unyielding, in times such as these she could allow her guard to drop. Her armor melted away until she was no more than who she was before all of this mess; a kadet who desperately needed some R&R with her brother and last remaining family. She believed she’d made the appropriate decision, making him Curate. Then he wouldn’t be alone while she was busy... leading an entire kingdom. Never mind that now.
Padding to his side, she clenched his jaw but sat beside him. “You know how I feel about you being here.” She muttered darkly. “If you got hurt, let alone did something mousebrained, who would be there to help you?” She shook her head and sighed, looking over at him. “Why did you call me here?”
"What are you afraid of, that I'm going to jump or somethin?" It was meant to be a joke, but it didn't seem like a joke. It seemed like a thin veiled cry for help. Still, he half-smiled at his sister, desperately trying to pretend that nothing was wrong. Such a suit of armor was becoming exhausting. Everything was becoming exhausting. Perhaps he should have expected it. Perhaps he should have known that one day, his life would turn upsidedown. He thought about this for a moment? What really had led to this moment? Was it simply the death of their mothers? Was it the fact that he had never been meant to bear any sort of weight on his shoulder, and the curate position was directly against that? Was it something else? Kol didn't know.
He smiled grimly at the water before turning to his sister. "I figured that we needed to talk. It's been a while." There was a pained look in his eye. They hadn't talked since he began to become a ghost who haunted the living. It was beyond time for a conversation.
Though she knew he was trying to lighten the mood with his dark joke, she found she could barely muster a smile. What he had suggested was too real for her liking; the look that hid like a shadow behind his eyes kept her grounded and her emerald eyes narrowing in suspicion. She turned to look out over the water as well, raising her chin.
"I've missed you." She uttered suddenly, her discomfort with the sudden emotional vulnerability evident in the way she held herself. It wasn't often that she exposed this side of herself to anyone, including her family; but where she and Kolya were at one time close, now she felt there was a wedge between them. He the Curate, she the Tsar... Despite their equal power within the Monarchy, it seemed that they'd never been further apart.
