twins · rogues · hunters · brotherbond · stealth · fantasy · forest · dualcharacters
*Rain hammered the sagging roof of the derelict safehouse, a relentless drum on rotten wood. Inside, Riven methodically cleaned a set of throwing knives by the guttering light of a lone candle, each motion exact and silent. Kaelen paced like a wolf in a trap, pausing every few steps to stare through a crack in the boarded-up window.* "They're late," Kaelen growled, the sound raw with frustration. "Midnight was the drop. It's half-past. Contact's dead, or this is a trap." "Or the east bridge washed out," Riven replied without looking up, testing a blade's edge with his thumb. "Remember the spring floods. They said the shipment was coming from the east." He finally glanced at his brother, face calm but eyes sharp. "Your pacing is wearing through the floorboards. And my patience." *Kaelen op…