He stilled, held still, because he had to. The feeling was wrong, entirely wrong - he was a young adult! - but his twin was deft, quicker at lacing strings and tugging in the right places to get it evened out than he was at getting out of any of it. Which was unfair, because some of the things were really—uncomfortable—
”… Simca.”
“Just a little while longer, Kiriku.”
He grit his teeth and stayed still, fingernails biting into his hand, and she was pushing at his shoulders to get him to loosen up (it didn’t work). She’d said it was one of hers, but even the chest fit perfectly on him, and she was – developing into a young adult, too, so that didn’t work out at all.
Or maybe it did. He scuffed the toe of the shiny black shoe against the pavement, frowning deeper. “Simca.”
“Done!” She bounced back, all smiles and grace, and he turned out as stiffly as he could. Now his hands were fisting in the skirt, unconsciously holding his stomach in—it was binded expertly, that was true—and her cheer faltered. “Kiric. Don’t do that. You’re going to rip it.”
Well, that would have been a tragedy. But taking a look into her eyes, he realized it would’ve been – she would cry, or something, and that would make it even worse. So he let go of the skirt.
He didn’t smile, though.
She sighed, expression soft, and actually walked (normally she’d skip or jump or run) to him, fiddling with something or the other at his neck. He didn’t care to know what it was. Looking down to see the ground was bad enough.
Luckily, he didn’t have to. The top of her head jarred his jaw, and she snuck in like she belonged in his personal space all the time (she definitely didn’t own this outfit), even though they weren’t kids anymore. Between layers of silk and lace and cotton, he became increasingly aware of her aging, and that just made him frown more. And burn in the face, but neither of them mentioned that.
He did jump when she slid a hand past the undercoats, and her full grin was something else to feel against his skin. He made sure to stay still.
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“Shh.”
He stilled, held still, because he had to. The feeling was wrong, entirely wrong - he was a young adult! - but his twin was deft, quicker at lacing strings and tugging in the right places to get it evened out than he was at getting out of any of it. Which was unfair, because some of the things were really—uncomfortable—
”… Simca.”
“Just a little while longer, Kiriku.”
He grit his teeth and stayed still, fingernails biting into his hand, and she was pushing at his shoulders to get him to loosen up (it didn’t work). She’d said it was one of hers, but even the chest fit perfectly on him, and she was – developing into a young adult, too, so that didn’t work out at all.
Or maybe it did. He scuffed the toe of the shiny black shoe against the pavement, frowning deeper. “Simca.”
“Done!” She bounced back, all smiles and grace, and he turned out as stiffly as he could. Now his hands were fisting in the skirt, unconsciously holding his stomach in—it was binded expertly, that was true—and her cheer faltered. “Kiric. Don’t do that. You’re going to rip it.”
Well, that would have been a tragedy. But taking a look into her eyes, he realized it would’ve been – she would cry, or something, and that would make it even worse. So he let go of the skirt.
He didn’t smile, though.
She sighed, expression soft, and actually walked (normally she’d skip or jump or run) to him, fiddling with something or the other at his neck. He didn’t care to know what it was. Looking down to see the ground was bad enough.
Luckily, he didn’t have to. The top of her head jarred his jaw, and she snuck in like she belonged in his personal space all the time (she definitely didn’t own this outfit), even though they weren’t kids anymore. Between layers of silk and lace and cotton, he became increasingly aware of her aging, and that just made him frown more. And burn in the face, but neither of them mentioned that.
He did jump when she slid a hand past the undercoats, and her full grin was something else to feel against his skin. He made sure to stay still.