Of Kings and Queens

8/Starvation/

"Babe, there's something tragic about you,
Something so magic about you,
Don't you agree?"

•August, 26th•

Oliver had slept in the smaller room with a double bed after the twins had agreed to take the larger bedroom with two singles. The morning after was extremely akward for them both when they needed to get dressed, unlike in their old home where they had an en-suite to themselves on their own side of the room.

It was just after 10am when they sat around the coffee table in the lounge area.

"I suggest we sort out some rules to keep some privacy to ourselves for next unforeseeable future, as we will be living together."

"If that's the case, I'd like to point out the problem of there being only two rooms." Perry commented as he reclined into the large armchair.

"Robin can have my room, then." Oliver said with a tone of finality.

Her eyebrows shot up.

"What?!"

He levelled her gaze with his bright blue eyes.

She squinted, "What's in-"

"So, you would rather share a room with your hormone ridden teenage brother for the next few years of your life?" He interrupted her loudly, quickly looking away and gestured his thumb towards Perry jokingly, but the only tell-tale sign of him laughing was a slight twitch of the side of his mouth.

When she didn't reply reply, he only smirked. "Thought so."

Perry interjected, "Won't that mean you and I will be sharing a room then, Roscoe?"

There was a pause as Oliver winced.

"Don't call me that," he grimaced, "But yes. That essentially means we will be bunking together." He replied with a condescending tone at Perry.

He looked him in the eye, and Perry's temper was rising and his lips pursed. Neither willing to admit that they had a problem with the other, they agreed to giving Robin her own bedroom.

She was ecstatic about the idea, but the boys however, were not.

•••

"What are we supposed to eat?" Perry whined to his sister as they came back from the library and walked into the room.

It was getting quite dark outside and the librarian kicked what little people in there out after sunset. Finding their room this time wasn't nearly as hard as it was yesterday

"The cafeteria isn't open because school doesn't start until Monday. I haven't the faintest idea where in the world you'd find a shop around here, we're basically in the middle of nowhere." He ranted as he waved his hands wildly.

"I take it you haven't discovered the kitchens yet." Oliver commented amusedly from the couch, where he was reading something off his phone.

"The what?" Perry's ears perked ups considerably at the mention of food.

Oliver turned in his seating position, looking at them peculiarly, "I knew I didn't recognise the name Calzone," He added as though an afterthought to a conversation going on in his head.

"Um, what?" Robin joined him on the sofa.

Oliver regarded the space between them with quite a lot of thought before he answered, finally looking up.

"Calzone. You're not from around here are you? So, what is it? Australian royal family or something." Oliver joked, a small smile gracing his usually sharp-edged facial expression.

"Where are these kitchens? I am starving!" Perry received a very thorough explanation of the way to the kitchens where the food for the cafeteria was prepared and where the students who stayed during the holidays ate.

"I'll be on my way then. Did you want something, Robin?" He tossed the words over his shoulder on his way out.

"Sandwich!" She called over the back of the sofa, her chin being barely able to reach over the top of the giant sofa when she twisted her body around. But her brother was already gone.

She relaxed back around the find Oliver looking out the window with a bewildered look on his face.

"Robin?" He faced her, his shoulder reaching the top of the sofa.

"Yeah?"

"Why did your brother change the subject so quickly?" His voice was suspicious.

She thought about the consequence of replying as she absentmindedly counted the freckles on his cheekbone.

Her eyes rises to meet hers. Suddenly she remembered why she was so fascinated with them the other day.

His left eye was half sky-blue, half brown.

"Dude, what's wrong with your eye?!"

"I asked you first." He tried to seem unaffected by her question, but he broke eye-contact with her and fidgeted with the loose thread on his sleeve self-consciously.

"We came here on scholarships."

He didn't comment any snide remark.

"Sectoral heterochromia."

He sighed. "It's a genetic mutation due to over use of alcoholic substances during the cell-division stage in the pregnancy,"

The silence although akward, was not uncomfortable for either of them. They had so many unasked questions.

"I don't want to talk about it." He finished.

Oliver looked at Robin expectantly, "So where are you originally from?"

"What's with the sudden interest?" Robin replied, quirking her eyebrow at him.

"I always found you interesting, Robin."

Not seconds later, Perry came back through the door with armfuls of junk food. He carried himself through the tension-filled air without any notice being taken, positioned himself between them on the couch.

"Who wants to have a movie night?"

(A/N: The song is From Eden by Hozier)