[His was not a presence that was supposed to be here.
The proof of that is in the way that the sky lurches and darkens, threatening a downpour, and the gentle breeze that had once promised to kiss cheeks and ruffle hair starts to whip wildly through the tails of his coat.
What are you doing here. This is where she's supposed to feel safe. Her dreams. What are you doing here. Whatareyoudoinghere?!
His smile seems to be the first thing that cracks the earth -- the world -- apart, and the tree begins to wilt. One by one, peaches (save for the one that Neah is reaching for) drop to the ground as the branches being to furl and wither.
You thought that everything you touched would turn to gold, it turned to ash instead~
As his hand drops away from the peach, the fruit falls and squelches against the earth.]
A snake.
[A flash of white whispers along the swing; a young, lithe, limber body wrapped in sheer white lace is sitting there. Small hands wrapped around rope, legs crossed at the ankle. Her expression is still, guarded.
Hurt.
Afraid.
What are you doing here?]
Is that how you think of me, Brother?
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