[ It's a slow, not so hesitant as it is a thoughtful start; speaking of his sister is one of the few things, it seems, that draws something a little softer, a little gentler out of his placid smile, eyes dropping back to the water in his lap. It swirls with the help of a simple motion. His thoughts follow it, her question a hand around the glass of his heart. ]
A strong woman, in heart, in mind, and in arm as well. There was little one could say to dissuade her once she'd set her course. That stubborn will of hers is what pushed her so far, though... gained her the favor of people who might otherwise overlook her. Overlook us, when we paired. Her arms were a safe haven when we were young, her voice a lullaby, her smile my reason for living...
[ Argalia trails off for a moment there, a swell of feelings in his chest indescribable; he understands them after a moment of reflection, swallowing the nonsensical sadness with a sip of water before he continues. ]
She was my twin, though older by minutes -- as it happened, the night passed according to the records they went by, and she ended up being born one day and I the next. We had been inseparable since, yet at some point we began to misunderstand one another. It was then she was taken from my life for the first time, and while I'd never approved of the uncivilized wretch that'd caught her fancy, I... didn't stand in her way, either. My sister had always gotten what she wanted, and I wasn't going to deny her anything myself -- not after all we had been through, worked for, had to be gained by our own hands.
But you know, Fearne, [ just the slightest bit more chilly, as calm as his lofty voice remains, ] I wish I had. Because that first loss only led to my second, being her life in its entirety. Don't feel pity for it though, my dear; it was through Angelica's death I found a kind of peace, because where she had once disappeared from my side I suddenly found her all around.
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[ It's a slow, not so hesitant as it is a thoughtful start; speaking of his sister is one of the few things, it seems, that draws something a little softer, a little gentler out of his placid smile, eyes dropping back to the water in his lap. It swirls with the help of a simple motion. His thoughts follow it, her question a hand around the glass of his heart. ]
A strong woman, in heart, in mind, and in arm as well. There was little one could say to dissuade her once she'd set her course. That stubborn will of hers is what pushed her so far, though... gained her the favor of people who might otherwise overlook her. Overlook us, when we paired. Her arms were a safe haven when we were young, her voice a lullaby, her smile my reason for living...
[ Argalia trails off for a moment there, a swell of feelings in his chest indescribable; he understands them after a moment of reflection, swallowing the nonsensical sadness with a sip of water before he continues. ]
She was my twin, though older by minutes -- as it happened, the night passed according to the records they went by, and she ended up being born one day and I the next. We had been inseparable since, yet at some point we began to misunderstand one another. It was then she was taken from my life for the first time, and while I'd never approved of the uncivilized wretch that'd caught her fancy, I... didn't stand in her way, either. My sister had always gotten what she wanted, and I wasn't going to deny her anything myself -- not after all we had been through, worked for, had to be gained by our own hands.
But you know, Fearne, [ just the slightest bit more chilly, as calm as his lofty voice remains, ] I wish I had. Because that first loss only led to my second, being her life in its entirety. Don't feel pity for it though, my dear; it was through Angelica's death I found a kind of peace, because where she had once disappeared from my side I suddenly found her all around.