Lucien and Nyx
Lucien's breath caught in his throat as he saw the familiar figure approach. He was dressed in all black, weapons at his side. Boots thudding against the ground as he made his way over.
Lucien's twin, Nyx.
Five years had passed since the brothers last saw one another. Lucien surveyed his twin. His dark burgundy hair was cut shorter than Lucien remembered, and his eyes were a more piercing cerulean than before. His skin was tanned. There was a difference in his aura now. More confident, stronger, but recognizable by that same arrogance.
Physically, Lucien and and Nyx were built the same. Average height, slender nose, plump lips and lanky bodies. But now, Nyx's muscles had defined where Lucien's had softened. Lucien was porcelain-pale and a tad curvy. As a child, Lucien felt that Nyx was what he should've looked like.
Lucien wondered if he had changed much since Nyx last saw him, and suddenly became aware of his own appearance. He nervously ran his fingers through his mint-colored hair, and tugged on the laces of his black and pastel pink corset.
"Lucien." Nyx pressed his lips together in a grin. The soft brother wasn't sure whether to embrace his twin, or ignore him to cry at home. Their last interaction had not been happy. In fact, they had been hell, and the cause of Lucien's innermost pain.
After a moment's hesitation, Lucien couldn't hold it in anymore, and his anger towards his brother faded. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around Nyx, "Nyx! Oh brother, I've missed you!"
Nyx didn't hold his brother back, but he didn't push him away either.
After letting go of him, Nyx glanced over the pastel witch, but then looked over his shoulder to see the red-headed stranger. Lucien was anxious to know if his brother thought more highly of him now, rather than weak.
"Seems we have a spectator." He announced, gesturing. Lucien turned his back to see the witch he had just been in contact with.
"Oh, he, uhm, helped me a moment ago." Lucien smiled and turned to the stranger. "Could I have your name?"
