she’s often rather tight - lipped when it comes to those she genuinely feels something for, those stirrings that cause her that crippling terror.  she will deny until the moment comes to flee, to run from whatever thread is being woven. but as her twin brother, he knows her far too well, better than she could even know herself despite their years apart. all she can do is hide what little smile that curls her lips behind the mug brimming with steaming cocoa, indulging as her gaze narrows in a glare. 

                           ❛      ——-  shut up  &  drink your cocoa, buttmunch.      ❜