This is not really the kind of rendezvous that is usually meant by the word, but it just... came.
Khrystyn rose, leaving her bed and walking to her door. She glanced down the hall toward her mother's bedroom. The light was off, and it looked quiet, though she couldn't be sure her mother wasn't awake. She didn't know if her mother did the same thing she did, the same thing she'd done for years now, waking in the night and looking for trouble.
She went down the hall, stopping to turn on the light in the kitchen. She sighed when she saw her brother on the floor, curled up against the cupboard. She had tried leaving the light on for him, knowing he'd be in here, knowing he had some strange fixation with the kitchen being safe. She didn't know why, though. Lyosha wouldn't tell her. He wouldn't talk to any of them about what happened in the foster homes.
She knew it was bad. She didn't know how.
Khrystyn sat down next to him, pulling him close to her. He shuddered, and she put her hands in his, signing. “It's okay.”
Alexei lifted his head for a moment. He did not answer, just put down again, and she knew they'd be back like this tomorrow night and the one after, every night for as long as it took for him to be able to sleep again, until she saw a real smile again, until he was willing to sign when he spoke and laugh like the Lyosha he'd been before they took him away from them.
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Khrystyn rose, leaving her bed and walking to her door. She glanced down the hall toward her mother's bedroom. The light was off, and it looked quiet, though she couldn't be sure her mother wasn't awake. She didn't know if her mother did the same thing she did, the same thing she'd done for years now, waking in the night and looking for trouble.
She went down the hall, stopping to turn on the light in the kitchen. She sighed when she saw her brother on the floor, curled up against the cupboard. She had tried leaving the light on for him, knowing he'd be in here, knowing he had some strange fixation with the kitchen being safe. She didn't know why, though. Lyosha wouldn't tell her. He wouldn't talk to any of them about what happened in the foster homes.
She knew it was bad. She didn't know how.
Khrystyn sat down next to him, pulling him close to her. He shuddered, and she put her hands in his, signing. “It's okay.”
Alexei lifted his head for a moment. He did not answer, just put down again, and she knew they'd be back like this tomorrow night and the one after, every night for as long as it took for him to be able to sleep again, until she saw a real smile again, until he was willing to sign when he spoke and laugh like the Lyosha he'd been before they took him away from them.