[Her fingers, calloused and dotted with smooth pockmark burns, curl carefully around him, Lup's grip on Taako firm. It's always firm, grounding him to her, never letting her heart wonder where she was. Even while they'd been apart, separated by hundreds of miles and a long stretch of sandy desert, Lup had felt as connected as ever to her twin, knowing he was waiting for her, the home she would always return to.
Taako mocks her but Lup can't help but scoff back.] You don't have to tell me that.
[Who could know what he meant better? They've never been good people, not after spending over a century thinking of only themselves, not caring if they hurt someone else if it benefited them in the slightest (or, even worse, if they did it just to amuse themselves). What did they ever do to deserve sweet, good-hearted men who adored them? Even sixty-some years into her relationship, even while it's in such a rocky state currently, Lup still has trouble believing it some mornings.]
It's hard to think we actually deserve it sometimes, but it's like I said. [Her hand slips a little, to pick at a loose thread in his shirt. Even if she's said the words before, it never makes it easier.] We're done running. We don't have to make excuses for our crappy pasts or try and fight to keep everyone away. We've been there an' these stupid boys keep comin' right for us. Must see something in us worth it, right?
[Whatever she'd been expecting, even if she'd known it was how he felt, hearing the actual words is so unexpected. Lup lets loose a low, awed whistle. Look what these nerds have reduced them to.]
I mean, like, duh. Glad you finally caught on with what I've known for a million years.
[But she slips forward and presses a kiss to his temple, free hand petting at her twin's long hair.] But if that's how you feel, you gotta own that shit, son. No "I thinks" or "maybes". Taacos don't do shit in halves.
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Taako mocks her but Lup can't help but scoff back.] You don't have to tell me that.
[Who could know what he meant better? They've never been good people, not after spending over a century thinking of only themselves, not caring if they hurt someone else if it benefited them in the slightest (or, even worse, if they did it just to amuse themselves). What did they ever do to deserve sweet, good-hearted men who adored them? Even sixty-some years into her relationship, even while it's in such a rocky state currently, Lup still has trouble believing it some mornings.]
It's hard to think we actually deserve it sometimes, but it's like I said. [Her hand slips a little, to pick at a loose thread in his shirt. Even if she's said the words before, it never makes it easier.] We're done running. We don't have to make excuses for our crappy pasts or try and fight to keep everyone away. We've been there an' these stupid boys keep comin' right for us. Must see something in us worth it, right?
[Whatever she'd been expecting, even if she'd known it was how he felt, hearing the actual words is so unexpected. Lup lets loose a low, awed whistle. Look what these nerds have reduced them to.]
I mean, like, duh. Glad you finally caught on with what I've known for a million years.
[But she slips forward and presses a kiss to his temple, free hand petting at her twin's long hair.] But if that's how you feel, you gotta own that shit, son. No "I thinks" or "maybes". Taacos don't do shit in halves.