( Oh, for fuck's sake, Frederick Grumley. She doesn't have to be an empath to know what that reaction means, and her heart is breaking for this poor guy. This poor guy, who apparently was utterly enamoured with her brother, had been for two years, and it's even breaking for Poppy, because there was no way she could know. No matter how much she might infuriate Jules, nobody deserved this.
And she had always so idealised her brother. This is a slap in the face, even if she still loves him. She'll love him to death, she really will, but right now she is very angry with him.
There's no room for that: she abandons her coffee, brings her other hand to hold Peter's, and her empathy is invading his skin to kind out how deep this goes, to make sure without a doubt that she's getting this right, that she isn't reading it wrong and blaming her brother needlessly. Maybe it's a miscommunication.
It is not. Beyond it, that painful twist, the tightening of his chest, she can feel shifting shadows. A hybrid? That doesn't matter for now. She needs to slip back out from under his skin, even if her hands have tightened around his own. )
Yeah. He is. ( The next time she sees her brother, she is going to murder him. ) I am so, so sorry.
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And she had always so idealised her brother. This is a slap in the face, even if she still loves him. She'll love him to death, she really will, but right now she is very angry with him.
There's no room for that: she abandons her coffee, brings her other hand to hold Peter's, and her empathy is invading his skin to kind out how deep this goes, to make sure without a doubt that she's getting this right, that she isn't reading it wrong and blaming her brother needlessly. Maybe it's a miscommunication.
It is not. Beyond it, that painful twist, the tightening of his chest, she can feel shifting shadows. A hybrid? That doesn't matter for now. She needs to slip back out from under his skin, even if her hands have tightened around his own. )
Yeah. He is. ( The next time she sees her brother, she is going to murder him. ) I am so, so sorry.