Gematrail — Echo Observer — Lævateinn Chapter 12: Echo10 – F0ck Brother

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↓↓↓ Click here ↓↓↓ 📀 the soundtrack and theme songs 💿 🎶🎧 Spotify 🎧🎶 track Num : 17 “Then please — do join us at the estate.” She gestured to the rear seat of the luxury sedan. Ayaka gave a small nod — I’ll be fine — and they climbed in. “Aren’t you coming, senpai?” “…No. Not this time. The shrine needs to be dealt with.” “I see.” A pause. Then, with the particular difficulty of someone unaccustomed to the territory: “Yuki. You saved my life today. So — from now on, use my given name.” “Uh… Ayaka… senpai?” She turned away with the expression of someone experiencing emotions they haven’t budgeted for, the color climbing all the way to the backs of her ears. “…Yes. That’ll do.” He said goodbye, settled into the soft leather, and let the car carry him away. — In the vehicle “Now then.” Hōshōin Sana’s delivery was smooth as poured water. “Formally speaking — hello. And welcome back, Yuki. ” That dissonance had been prickling at his skin since the moment he’d first seen her. Looking at her face again now — directly, carefully — he noticed it: the exact shade of her eyes was the exact shade of his own. A mirror held up at a very old angle. “…You’re my sister.” “Yes. And when you were still the Executor — people called me the Goddess of Fortune.” For just a moment, something distant passed through her expression — the particular melancholy of someone looking at a coastline they once knew well. “ That was a long time ago,” she added, under her breath. “Then… how are you—” “Sana is fine.” “…Sana. Why do you still look — like that. ” “Mm.” She gathered her words with the patience of someone turning over something fragile. “I suppose we should talk about you first.” “When they put you in the sea, we didn’t stay quiet. The people who sentenced you wanted only your power — they extracted everything and left the shell. But we had someone on the inside. They managed to recover a portion of the source.” A breath. “We’ve been sharing it between us. It slows the aging. Doesn’t stop it.” “Only slows?” “The most effective method is direct transfer — your bodily fluid, introduced into the body. That’s what actually reverses it.” Something complicated moved across her face — sorrow and wry recognition in equal measure. “The irony isn’t lost on me. That you would inevitably become a target of human desire is… entirely predictable, in retrospect.” Her eyes, when they found his, were full of something he had no name for yet — the specific tenderness of someone who has been holding a door open for a very long time. “…Was it you who pulled me out? From the water?” “ We pulled you out. I would say that more precisely. I’d been watched closely for years — because of who I am to you. So I made a trade.” “What kind of trade?” “The details aren’t important right now.” She held his gaze, and the warmth in her expression shifted into something less composed — more present, more immediate. She moved, with a fluidity that left no room for negotiation, and settled herself across his lap. “ Little brother, ” she said softly. “ Welcome home. ” And then she kissed him — properly, unhurried, with the thoroughness of someone reclaiming something that had been kept from them for a very long time. The sound of it filled the cabin. Her scent, sweet and close, filled everything else. “There we are,” she murmured, drawing back just far enough to speak. “You’ve been through so much. Let your big sister spoil you a little~” “Don’t worry about the front seat — fully soundproofed~” The warmth of her pressed against him, and his higher functions dimmed like lights being turned down one by one. Her warmth led and his resistance simply… dissolved. The tidal roaring that had been pressing at the edges of his mind since the battle receded, degree by degree, until the water was glassy and the shore was quiet. “ Mm. Thank you for the meal.” She produced a wet cloth from somewhere, dabbed at the corners of her mouth with the composure of someone wiping her hands after tea, an