08-16-2010, 05:44 PM
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It was quite a common trait of the Marinos to be proud, to not let the bad stuff bring the siblings down, but sometimes even the strongest waves would ebb. They'd have to, or risk overpowering everything and everyone in their path. And so it was with Ghita, as she dropped her shields and exposed herself, in hopes of ridding herself of the painful feeling that accompanied her pain wherever she went.
Unused to and uncomfortable with praise, especially in abundance as it was now, even from her sister, Ghita's gaze dropped to the ground, searching for something that could somehow justify all of the praise, and found nothing. "Ma che importa! Che cosa è il coraggio senza un risultato finale accettabile? Un martire pietà." Her tone dripped with the hated, angry tone of a fae who felt that she had failed in her duty to her loved ones, and knew she was on the precipice of falling into pity. But her eyes, that which all too frequently betrayed her did so now, showing her on the verge of tears in her passion. Somehow, she needed to show Savina that she didn't deserve this, she wasn't worthy of her sister's high praise! She never was, and never would be.
But what she said next stopped the fae in her tracks, as Savina had predicted would happen. Gulping back the words that died on her tongue, a silent diamond of a tear broke free and fell across her face, Ghita saying nothing all the while. The expression on her face, and the silence was more than enough to tell Savina all she needed to know. She missed their mother as much as all of the siblings, the sorrow made all the more bitter as she had knowingly spent her life away from her mother and siblings, after leaving for the nomadic pack.
While she thought of this, Savina drew into her own thoughts as well, and for a moment or two the two sisters sat, dealing with their emotions through slow processing, until Savina spoke up once more. It was Ghita's turn to shake her head, slowly, unsure of what to tell her sister. It was surely a terrible position to have to be in, to have to choose between one's children, and she prayed to whatever diety would listen that neither mother would have to be in that position. About to speak, she fell silent again at her sister's sigh, wishing she could do or say something to help her. "Forse è meglio che tu non lo sapeva, che non ha dovuto scegliere. Qualsiasi scelta si colpa per te."
Finally, as Savina spoke at last of burdens and closure, Ghita gave the slender hand a small squeeze, trying her best to be the reassuring sister she never could quite manage to be. Unsure of what to say next, she took a breath in, let it die, and tried one more time, keeping it as simple as she knew how. "E lo stesso a te, Savi. Ti amo, per sempre."
Dawww, I want to give Savi a huge hug! ;-;
Wc: 507
It was quite a common trait of the Marinos to be proud, to not let the bad stuff bring the siblings down, but sometimes even the strongest waves would ebb. They'd have to, or risk overpowering everything and everyone in their path. And so it was with Ghita, as she dropped her shields and exposed herself, in hopes of ridding herself of the painful feeling that accompanied her pain wherever she went.
Unused to and uncomfortable with praise, especially in abundance as it was now, even from her sister, Ghita's gaze dropped to the ground, searching for something that could somehow justify all of the praise, and found nothing. "Ma che importa! Che cosa è il coraggio senza un risultato finale accettabile? Un martire pietà." Her tone dripped with the hated, angry tone of a fae who felt that she had failed in her duty to her loved ones, and knew she was on the precipice of falling into pity. But her eyes, that which all too frequently betrayed her did so now, showing her on the verge of tears in her passion. Somehow, she needed to show Savina that she didn't deserve this, she wasn't worthy of her sister's high praise! She never was, and never would be.
But what she said next stopped the fae in her tracks, as Savina had predicted would happen. Gulping back the words that died on her tongue, a silent diamond of a tear broke free and fell across her face, Ghita saying nothing all the while. The expression on her face, and the silence was more than enough to tell Savina all she needed to know. She missed their mother as much as all of the siblings, the sorrow made all the more bitter as she had knowingly spent her life away from her mother and siblings, after leaving for the nomadic pack.
While she thought of this, Savina drew into her own thoughts as well, and for a moment or two the two sisters sat, dealing with their emotions through slow processing, until Savina spoke up once more. It was Ghita's turn to shake her head, slowly, unsure of what to tell her sister. It was surely a terrible position to have to be in, to have to choose between one's children, and she prayed to whatever diety would listen that neither mother would have to be in that position. About to speak, she fell silent again at her sister's sigh, wishing she could do or say something to help her. "Forse è meglio che tu non lo sapeva, che non ha dovuto scegliere. Qualsiasi scelta si colpa per te."
Finally, as Savina spoke at last of burdens and closure, Ghita gave the slender hand a small squeeze, trying her best to be the reassuring sister she never could quite manage to be. Unsure of what to say next, she took a breath in, let it die, and tried one more time, keeping it as simple as she knew how. "E lo stesso a te, Savi. Ti amo, per sempre."
Dawww, I want to give Savi a huge hug! ;-;
Wc: 507