Dinner

She hardly ever looked at people unless she wanted something from them, but her keen raptor eyes were glued to him, impatient. She had recognized him at once, on some instinctive level. He was yanked by the back of his collar into a corner and slammed against the wall by a small hand with sharp nails. Suddenly he was facing the dark-haired girl that has stared at him throughout dinner like he was a Christmas present. She searched his mind, eyebrows crinkling at what she found.
"Who are you?" She demanded to the boy who had glared at her sourly through the feast.
"Your brother." He said emotionlessly. She recoiled as if he had struck her, releasing him in a daze. She eyed him skeptically, like a cat trying to figure out a toy, and then she saw it. He had the same shape of the eyes and delicate chin, what wasn't the Blackwood in her was the same as him.
"Well...shit."
"Yeah" he scoffed.
Her hand tentatively reached to touch his face, he slapped her hand away, recoiling. "Don't touch me", he barked sharply.
"Brother..." she murmured, awestruck, eyes yearning and pained. It still hadn't sunk in. She had never known about him, he knew that, yet it was as if she loved him instantly. He didn't believe it, not with his luck.
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