The twins had been butting heads all day.
Tyro sat down, jaw tight, refusing to meet his sister’s fiery glare. He hated conflict, but she always pushed, always had to push.
Eliza leaned in close, ears flicking sharply back as she snapped at him, voice low and heated. She was tired of his silence, tired of him shrinking away when things needed to be said.
“You can’t just sit there and pretend it doesn’t matter,” she hissed. “We don’t have time for you to hide in your head!”
His lips pressed into a hard line. He wanted to say something, to defend himself, to tell her she didn’t understand, but the words got stuck in his throat. He turned his face away, cheeks burning with shame and frustration.
The female kitsune inched closer still, refusing to let him retreat. It wasn’t just anger, it was desperation, too. She needed him to fight back, to match her fire, even if it meant hurting each other.
For him, though, it was suffocating, the weight of her nearness pinning him in place. He wasn’t angry, not really. He just wanted space. But with her, space never lasted long.
Art by sketchygarden.
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