Brother?! (Aymee+Tomas)

[Aymee Martin]

Aymee fled her old village quickly, barely knowing where she was going. She was told where Tomas now lived, in one of his letters, but she didn't know where that was or if she was even going the right way. She thought she went the right way, but the darkness was closing in on her, steeling her sense of direction.

The darkness was frightening, Aymee's natural glow wasn't able to penitrate the shadows. Fear soon overcame her, flowing through her veins. It made her heart beat faster until it sounded like a drum in her ears, overpowering the sound of footprints as they approached her still form.

[Tomas Keleb Martin]

The day was long and uneventful, almost terrifyingly serene. There were no debates about location, duties or the fact that all the creatures were thrown together. None of the other Leaders had any issues to discuss. It seemed like Tomas wasn't needed and gave him time to grieve over his sister's death. Ay-jenamo (an endearment that meant sister) had been in one of the communities that was destroyed some time ago. He had not made it to this destination yet, but as soon as he arrived in Figaro he was briefed about the disastrous turn of events. After that, all Tomas wanted to do was hide in his work until he couldn't think about the little girl who he helped raise.

Snowflakes fell around the angel, as he blindly walked through the trees. He knew that he should be paying attention to where he was going, but the Leader just couldn't concentrate on anything other than the feelings tearing through him. It felt like there was an emptiness in his chest, a black hole pulling at his emotions. He couldn't even shed a tear in the freezing night.

The scene was so much like the night when he first came across Aymee and took her in. She grew up so fast but he would always remember the snow storm that came down that night. The wind was blowing so hard, Tomas almost couldn't see the glow that was drawing him into Russia. He didn't know why it was so visible from the distance, but the fact that it was had to be important. He flew as fast as he could until finally seeing the small figure in the snow. She was so pale with white hair, she blended in almost seamlessly. However, her eyes, so mystical blue, shot from the sea of white.

It was those eyes that he saw now, in the face of the girl who had grown up as his sister. Ice froze to her face, small ice paths from her eyes. The terror in them was the same. Tomas knew he had to be dreaming, had to be. Because Aymee was dead. As the angel drew closer, he noticed his mistake. His instincts were never wrong. This was Aymee, his Aymee. And he kenw he needed to protect her.

Tomas ran towards her, gathering her up in his arms. "Aym!" He whispered, trying to brake her out of her terror. "Sister, that is you, isn't it? Wake up! Please, you need to wake up!" Tomas knew enough about the body to know that excesive shock hurt the body more than he or his other Angel's could repair. It always seemed odd, but now he cursed that very thing.

Picking her up, like he did so long ago, Tomas carried Aymee back to his home so that she could be warm again.