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Get drunk on the good life, I'll take you to paradise
The boy groans, and Nymeria laughs, a fond smile flickering across across the corners of her lips. She looked at him (her nephew, her boy) and couldn't quite believe her good fortune. Lilómiel shifted, muttered, displeased with her discourse, but Nym ignored him in favor of family. It was easier now to look past unfortunate similarities—easier to see Kid for what he was, a boy lost and alone.
“Leave that to me to worry about,” Nymeria told him, firm but gentle. It hadn't crossed her mind that Colt might say no—they were family, after all, and Nym (for all her faults) was reliable enough... but she supposed that Kid had a point. Colt had never warmed to her, which was part of the reason she hadn't spent time with her nephew and niece near as frequently as she should. It was uncomfortable, talking and playing, when Colt watched with gunpowder eyes and an angry mouth. Except here Nymeria would draw the line: because no one, not Colt, not even her own twin brother, could prevent her from doing what Kid had asked her to.
Volterra might not be take care of his "mistakes", but Nymeria would shoulder his responsibility (even if reluctantly.)
She's thinking about this as she comes around to Kid; she's still thinking about this as the boy's legs bend and he curls on the ground, beneath her feet. Looking down at him (breath rising and falling deeply as he slides into sleep) she thinks, fiercely and angrily, that her brother wasn't just doing what was wrong, but was missing out an invaluable experience that couldn't be repeated.
His loss, she tells herself (but she hates Volterra a little more for it anyway.)
@Kid
OOC: And thread complete ♥
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
