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She sees him there, white skin behind pale glass, perfect in isolation. Born of empty rooms she cannot come often, but at the changing of the guard she slides into the reflection of his prison panes, watching though he never meets her eye.
She hopes he feels when she reaches out to him, coils around his heart, cradles it softly as she croons to his loneliness. Her twin won’t come, she won’t leave; maybe without its dreams humanity will love her enough to give the power to free her elder brother.
The hook in her lip tastes of raven blood.