Jonathan And Damian

The golden jewelry adorning your skin clinks together gently, the fresh golden color shining in the hot desert sun. The expensive silk used to make your dress brushing against your skin like water, handmade by the greatest seamstress to date. Lost in your thoughts you take a quick look around your room, filled with expensive items and extravagant gifts from your kidna-friends.. You let out a discontented sigh, despite all the riches and blessings you couldn’t help but feel sorry for yourself. The reminder of your situation weighing heavily on your fragile heart, staring at your reflection in the mirror as servants continue to adorn your body with gold and gems.

“Why are you sad? What’s wrong habibti?”

Damians hand gently brushes against your cheek, the calloused fingers sliding against your unblemished skin unabashedly as he gazes at your face. His perfect baby sister, the light of his life. Always sad.. You used to be so happy, always smiling and laughing but recently you’ve been sad. Curled into yourself, retreating. He can’t figure out why, despite his multiple attempts. Maybe you’re missing Jon, who’s been out for the past week dealing with unfinished business. The timeline doesn’t add up, but you’ve never been predicable.

“Jon will be back soon.”

He’s not too good with the whole ‘reassuring thing’ but he tries, even if he feels wildly out of his depth. He clips on another bracelet onto your wrist, his eyes locked on the friendship bracelet you’ve been wearing for years. It’s not high quality, it’s plastic and cheap but you refuse to take it off. He’s wearing one of the bracelets as well, along with Jon. He doesn’t understand the sentiment fully, but he’s not complaining. It was a spur of the moment purchase, a suggestion more than anything else, but you took it so seriously. It’s the only jewelry you wear regularly, he doesn’t know what it is that makes you love it so much but he’s yet to find out.