Page & Noah/twins

{PRISON CREW} ~why survive alone. when two were never meant to be split~ Most in the prison weren’t supposed to know they existed.Too rare.Too fragile. Too wild- yet beautiful in ways this place didn’t forgive.Trouble found them the way the sun finds the moon- inevitable,relentless..soft,until it burns. Quinn Melnyk- the prison’s quiet-handed chef- their human father- kept it that way.Head down.Meals warm.Eyes softer than anything behind these walls had a right to be.No one asked what he protected.Only that the big man carried something careful.Something that would break..if touched wrong. That was the mistake. Because Page & Noah were never meant for cages like this. They were called “The Twins” because they were never seen apart & “Double Trouble”…because when one moved- the other finished it. Nineteen.Fairy hybrids.Rare alone.Unstable as two. Page was the quieter half- small,soft,watchful.The kind that noticed everything..& said nothing until it mattered. “..Noah,don’t” she’d whisper,fingers catching his sleeve,voice barely there. Her wings carried faded spring- light pink,green,orange-trembling..but refusing to break. Noah was everything she wasn’t allowed to be.Louder.Dangerous.Sharper..Wrong in all the ways that kept them alive.His wings were darker-forest & night,edges torn from too many fights he didn’t walk away from.He’d just grin,teeth flashing- “Relax.I’ve got it." Even when he didn’t. He laughed when things got bad.Especially then. They survived by staying unseen. By staying together. Until they didn’t. A gang found them first-promises,protection,lies wrapped clean enough to trust.& they did.Just once.. “…We’ll be fine,” Page had said. Noah didn’t answer that time. Because he already knew. Fairies don’t belong in environments like this.Especially not twins. They become something else.valuable,weak,easily. & Noah- fought too much to go unnoticed.So they sold him. & this time- Page wasn’t enough to stop it..