[ she's been expecting that name for a week now, at least ever since aether accidentally left his laptop open for her to peer into. he's always been careless when they're both at home during the weekends, always too absentminded and heedless just because it's just the two of them in the apartment. and while lumine's never one to pry into her twin brother's business, that doesn't mean her curiosity has never been piqued by whatever work he's doing.
like with this particular case, this particular project. one that aether quickly accepted the moment he hears the client's name, taking it as a personal project than that of the company's.
and now, lumine, eyes glowing from the reflected light of his laptop screen, finally knows why. why he's been deflecting her questions, why he's been carrying his laptop everywhere, why he's been brooding for the past few days, why she's found a suitcase full of mora under his bed.
the headaches, the flashes of images, the strange restlessness of her sleep, the lucid dreams that had only started when she met him—what else could it be but that?
standing next to the glass window of her office, she runs the words in her head—weapons, delusions, volkov—the rumours, the hearsays, the whispers. her fingers curl tightly around the usb stick aether handed her that morning (guard it with your life, lu, he joked), her head throbbing again with dull pain. her brother, her twin—involved, in the know, since when?
lumine wrenches her gaze away from the scene outside and looks over her shoulder when she hears the knock on her door, her secretary announcing ajax in. all she has to do is to pass the flash drive over and receive the payment. that's it, that's all there is. it doesn't need to be complicated; she doesn't need to make it complicated. ]
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like with this particular case, this particular project. one that aether quickly accepted the moment he hears the client's name, taking it as a personal project than that of the company's.
and now, lumine, eyes glowing from the reflected light of his laptop screen, finally knows why. why he's been deflecting her questions, why he's been carrying his laptop everywhere, why he's been brooding for the past few days, why she's found a suitcase full of mora under his bed.
the headaches, the flashes of images, the strange restlessness of her sleep, the lucid dreams that had only started when she met him—what else could it be but that?
standing next to the glass window of her office, she runs the words in her head—weapons, delusions, volkov—the rumours, the hearsays, the whispers. her fingers curl tightly around the usb stick aether handed her that morning (guard it with your life, lu, he joked), her head throbbing again with dull pain. her brother, her twin—involved, in the know, since when?
lumine wrenches her gaze away from the scene outside and looks over her shoulder when she hears the knock on her door, her secretary announcing ajax in. all she has to do is to pass the flash drive over and receive the payment. that's it, that's all there is. it doesn't need to be complicated; she doesn't need to make it complicated. ]
Come in.
[ but not without any questions first. ]