Thread: Though They Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death (Quix & Aurelia)

The flinch wasn't intentional, more reactive. Cause and effect and the remote being flown, while not at her, but in general. Adam would never harm her and that she would stake her life upon, but the embedded notion of a raised hand could cause instinctive reaction without noting until after it passed. Not that it wasn't welcome as the quiet that fell between them as such a serious conversation was being discussed, it was best to take all precautions so no one could ever hear it. For their ears alone and only to be laid out in due time. Which appeared Adam was all too willing to agree upon in a quick succession of time with her. Something that had her heart racing and ever seemingly innocent smile emerging, if only until he brought up Him. The promise that resounded so loudly even when she thought she had pushed him away throughout her daily routine. The malice enough to pour a bit of salt in every wound he had ever made and stir enough feelings to make that chill of him being right in the room with them seem realistically possible. Her eyes blinked and tears welled in them from the abundant feelings suddenly over taking her in that passing moment. Excitement, fear, pain, love. Nauseous. Everything in her stomach had it twisting in an uncomfortable manner and she had to take the shaky deep breaths as her brother continued to calm nerves. The leader in him was aspiring, and while most never got to actually see it save for herself, Eve had always been blindly aware of just how great her brother could have been - no, was. He had waited in the shadows until she could be free from her own hell, and after, had taken care of her like the big brother he was. From finding food, shelter, and securing them a job from some of the sweetest people she ever could imagine walked the earth. People that gave them something that surely was hope, reassurance that the world wasn't fully out to be evil and unkind. With his words, there was confirmation that they couldn't let things continue on the way they were. That He had to die, no matter the cost. What was love but a word that people had conjured up for the English language to encase two people? Love could conquer all, and he didn't even have to tell his starry-eyed sister who was watching him with all the excitement of a worshiper listening to their God speak. She was giddy, shaking, such reactions curling her toes with his speech as her head was already bouncing up and down viciously to agree with everything he was saying as the storm continued on outside for the time. Setting a background for their tempo and letting it edge them on. Her eyes closing with such a gentle kiss and calming nature before she wrapped her arms back as tightly. Her mind was racing, listing things off they would need or want for this journey, making her dizzy enough that it took a second to register that he was telling her something else and she had to blink, looking up at him. Reality hitting her almost as roughly as the cane had, she watched before swallowing harshly down her guilt and giving a slow nod. I understand... it's protecting them, at all cost. Her hands reached for his, rubbing softly in gentle comfort before pressing her head to his chest a passing moment to two before leaning back with her ever beaming smile, ready to drive into this head first and keep them full steam ahead. We're stronger than he will ever be. Leaning back, she let her hands drift from his slowly, turning to set forth on her mission. Scraping up a piece of paper and a pen, she found their kitchen counter and started scribbling away in dim overhead light of the early morning hours. Guns and ammo obvious, though a bit challenging on where they may be getting them. A car which would take a bit of their savings, though if they were to take a loan out for one, did it matter since they would be on the run from then on? This list was a bit frustrating if anything now that Eve was thinking on it. Taking our their savings was added, food, masks... with a question mark. Did they care if they hid their faces or were they trying to actually show them what was happening? A frustrated look came over as she listed change of clothes, then tapped the pen and asked quietly for her brother as she glanced over her shoulders in the most innocent tone considering. Do we want masks? They had to get close enough to take out David, so could they do that if half of his crew had actually known they existed? Would he suddenly know more than they did even before they did it? A slight fear trembled and she turned and erased the question mark. I want masks... came a confirmation to at least herself.