#the zorya sisters casually dissing each other is my favourite thing

[auroramorte]

*kisses forehead*

*K I S S E S* - ACCEPTING

Light, bubbling affection brings a smile to her face at the action, however she keeps it muted for h i s  often talked about dignity. He may be grouchier than Dažbog and as lost in his bitterness as her sisters, but there are moments like this wherein he seemed to thaw.

From the kitchen she can hear Vechernyaya mutter out something about the scene before her, but the youngest Zorya barely spares her a glance. 

In return, she brushes her lips to his cheek and gives him a one-armed hug. 

“I shall make dinner tonight. It will be stew and boiled potatoes, and it will taste nice” There’s a cheeky spark in her eye, bright and just for Czernobog. Her next words are whispered like a conspiracy. “Unlike those mushy vegetables with too much salt sister prepared”