Well, at least that had been their opinion.
Like riiiight up until about three minutes ago, when they came to the deeply frustrating realization that they were apparently talking to an idiot.
What kind of impenetrable wall was this?
How could someone be so stubborn that he couldn't even be persuaded to look them in the eye?
The twins exchanged the briefest of glances.
That alone was enough.
In perfect unison, their expressions melted into something far softer. Their lashes fluttered delicately, faint smiles touched their lips, and when they spoke again, even their voices had taken on a quiet warmth, tinged with just enough vulnerability to tug at anyone's heart. They leaned forward ever so slightly, silently inviting Owen to raise his eyes and meet theirs.
"Oh, my... we truly hope we aren't making you uncomfortable, Young Lord Owen," Cyrion said softly as he took a careful step closer.
"I'm fine," Owen replied.
