[ @AstuteBravado. ] « most of them. She still has to take Maths, History, and English Literature. “Ah – but without your telepathy, would »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « you really know me at all?” There have been times, when he's woken her up from nightmares. He knows what she dreams »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « about, what it's like for her. The blonde's glad she has someone to talk to about it every now and then, though. »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « It's nice to release the bad emotions she feels towards their parents. A snort leaves her lips at the thought of »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « him doing his hair himself – and, well. As capable as her brother thinks he is in cutting his own hair, her thoughts »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « are the exact opposite. “Suree. Believe what you wish, brother of mine.” And, whoa – her brother nearly falls. She »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « catches him just in time, fortunately. He must be /really/ tired. The blonde pulls him the rest of the way into »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « their room, and searches for a water bottle, he's dehydrated as well. “Hm? Please, do you not think I can handle »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « myself?” She squints, the subject rather touchy for her.

[ @AstuteBravado. ] “Maybe. . . then again, you're my twin. We have that sort of mental telepathy going on every time we see something »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « we like and, or dislike.” Most of the time – their honesty hit certain limits. It took a few hours for her to come »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « clean about things that bothered her, and vice versa, really. Today, for example. She has no idea what had taken her »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « so long, that she'd nearly forgotten about breakfast. She rarely misses breakfast, and this wasn't the first time »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « it's happened. And when she falls asleep, there are too many things on her mind. In the meantime, she'll smile and »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « laugh along with her brother, sit and chat with him for however long he needs her here. As he drank from his water »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « bottle, she sips at her own. Lost in thought, one would say. She steps closer to her window, and opens it, allowing »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « the fresh air to come into their room. Her fists clench and unclench as she stares out at the deep cobbled »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « stones. “It's not a good power to have – believe me. It's. . . taking over my life. More so than I had previously »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « imagined, Roy. I think – I think I'm becoming scared of myself. Of what I can do. Of how long it takes for me to »

[ @AstuteBravado. ] « come back. I barely remember anything I've done out there.” She hooks a thumb behind her, towards the window.