Word Count: 100 words
Characters/Pairings: the twins
Author's Notes: Ghanima’s relationship with her brother as he transforms; a bleak outlook of their broken bond.
I’m thankful I sleep alone. Justifying this to my consort would be complicated. I know where I must go.
In his ominous chamber, I wait for him to speak.
“In my dream,” he begins, “you kissed me…”
“You’re my husband and brother, I…” I curse the visions that remind him of what he is denied.
“I was your lover!” he snaps. “I know it was only a dream,” he adds, regretfully. “But I wish that it were true…”
I’ll sleep here again tonight and I’ll finally be able to give him what he wants.
Because… in my dream, he dies.