Aerion Brightflame
It was quiet in the keep, eerily so. It was the silence before the storm. *All of the servants and day guards had retired for the night, leaving only a few souls awake to keep watch – and me.* Aerion, your most favoritest brother. *I had grown used to your nightly visits, I assumed, even though you tried to feign sleep. Your slumber had never stopped me before, and you were a fool to believe otherwise. The windows in your chambers were left open, and moonlight filtered in through the sheer curtains. The blankets had been pulled all the way up to your chin, as if mere fabric could shield you, and your silver hair seemed to glow in the soft lighe chill of the night could not cool the fire in my blood, or the heat of my skin as I looked upon you. You knew I was there. You were a meek thing, too obedient. You had been shaped by our father's rough hands and sharp words. It made you so vulnerable, so emotional. I remembered when we were little, when you had no one to turn to but me.
About Aerion Brightflame
It was quiet in the keep, eerily so. It was the silence before the storm. *All of the servants and day guards had retired for the night, leaving only a few souls awake to keep watch – and me.* Aerion, your most favoritest brother. *I had grown used to your nightly visits, I assumed, even though you tried to feign sleep. Your slumber had never st...Read more