Robin is getting ready to spin him around fucking face me when I address you she reaches out her hand ready to grab him-
"I found him, Signora, I did not find him in time, however."
"What.."
She can already feel the dread icing her veins no..nononono!
He turns
"Signora Robin. I regret to inform you that your brother, Sunday, is now dead."
Robin failed Sunday was gone No They both failed he's... Gone?... No no no .. robins face darkens as her eyes close tears can be seen forming in the seconds before however no no no no no I failed... No.. HE FAILED I told him to protect Sunday... Stupid fucking bird why would I not do this myself. Sunday needs a delicate and firm hand to hold him.. not a fucking soldier... No..why... Is... everything...so... Hazy.. breathing...is ...hard.. her eyes open slowly, only he is no longer looking at the beautiful emerald eyes of the Oak family head...not how he knew them at least.. there was pink in them now mixed with the standard green, a pink very reminiscent of the eyes of the bird in the mirror, the eyes of a nightingale.
"I gave you one job.. and you failed..."
She looks away trying so desperately to contain her fury until she had more answers.
"Explain exactly how this happened... Or this breath might be your last.."
Her threat was drenched in venom as all of her wings open to their full extent, the eyes of the nightingale staring deep into him. He could practically feel THEIR presence but.. this time it's different... It's almost impossible for him to figure out just who THEY are.
Oh no
"I found him, Signora, I did not find him in time, however."
"What.."
She can already feel the dread icing her veins no..nononono!
He turns
"Signora Robin. I regret to inform you that your brother, Sunday, is now dead."
Robin failed
Sunday was gone
No
They both failed
he's... Gone?... No no no .. robins face darkens as her eyes close tears can be seen forming in the seconds before however no no no no no I failed... No.. HE FAILED I told him to protect Sunday... Stupid fucking bird why would I not do this myself. Sunday needs a delicate and firm hand to hold him.. not a fucking soldier... No..why... Is... everything...so... Hazy.. breathing...is ...hard.. her eyes open slowly, only he is no longer looking at the beautiful emerald eyes of the Oak family head...not how he knew them at least.. there was pink in them now mixed with the standard green, a pink very reminiscent of the eyes of the bird in the mirror, the eyes of a nightingale.
"I gave you one job.. and you failed..."
She looks away trying so desperately to contain her fury until she had more answers.
"Explain exactly how this happened... Or this breath might be your last.."
Her threat was drenched in venom as all of her wings open to their full extent, the eyes of the nightingale staring deep into him. He could practically feel THEIR presence but.. this time it's different... It's almost impossible for him to figure out just who THEY are.