"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND YOUR BROTHER, YOU'RE ALWAYS LATE." She said.
Titan slid down the chair, sitting down slowly, cautiously. Witches were always something to be cautious about, history always reminded him so, every passing day. Lesson learnt. " Well, you know us, we like to arrive to the party late." He said.
Esther sat behind the table unamused by his words, looking fabulous as she always did, even in her old age, it seemed time was finally catching up to her. The years had been good to her. Guess she never really used up all that magic she had, deciding that one day she would let life take its toll on her, no one lived on forever. Besides him, he was immortal. Titan stared at her now silver, grey hairs that cascaded down her in large waves. It was once a beautiful dark hair, but now silver overpowered the once darkness.
