[Another one of Zevran’s guests, another face he doesn’t look to for long from his place at the windowsill. But it’s not her he expected to see at the door and recognition is slower to dawn on him as he slogs through conflicts in recent memory to pinpoint when and where he knows her from. He turns back to his book when he makes the connection, willing himself to focus despite the dull pang in his throat.
This isn’t his sister. And he sure as hell was never her brother.]
tentative combo-breaker (if you need me to delete and keep for later, lemme know)
This isn’t his sister. And he sure as hell was never her brother.]