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Next one brings in Jaz? Wc: 500+
It was extremely disconcerting to Ghita, to see her usually strong sister so pale and fragile in her paws. Neither Marino fae had ever been seen as extremely emotional or weak in any sense, both of them preferring to hide their emotions from others and privately break down, away from sight. But now, there was something so wrong about being here, intruding on her sister's private breakdown. It shook Ghita to the core and fought against the carefully reconstructed walls she had built around her worn heart.
All she could do was wait; wait for the tears to falter, for a moment of lucidity to come and shake Savina away from her sadness. She was even more aware of her sister's trembles under her, commanding words to climb up her throat and offer some reassurance. There was nothing that could come, though. Nothing that would make her sister any happier or reassured than she would be now. The beginning of the fae's role as third wheel among her siblings was unclear, but it didn't make the reunions any less happier.
It only managed to make some partings all the worse. While Ghita could manage, albeit with difficulty, to push back the wave of emotion and pain threatening to sweep her around and lose her to the wind, the Italian native felt certain that Savina would feel this wave of betrayal all the more strongly. "I'm so, so sorry." She waited, nose to the sky, scenting around for any others that would intrude on the family mourning, but to her relief no more scents decorated her ebony caverns. "I'll be right here." She murmured, all the more quietly.
On the bright side, Ghita's unexpected news seemed to bring the distraction needed to her sister. She kept her eyes trained on the grass around her, however, merely listening as she heard her sister heave an Emmy-worthy sigh. Turning around to her sister, alarm flashed on her face briefly, wondering whether Savina would view this as a further betrayal. It certainly seemed like it, and worry found its near-permanent home as she searched the emerald optics. Relief arrived all too timely, and she let out a small puff of relief, her gaze following to where Savina's rested.
I wish for us it wasn't the case. She pondered, remaining silent as she waited her sister's judgement. As it turned out, there was only one anxiety that reigned, and that would be the one hardest to answer. Ghita's memory was still foggy from the night, thanks to the tiny glass bottle that had found it's way into the pits of their stomachs. She hadn't been involved with any other male, so it was, in theory, cut-and-dry, but telling her sister so wasn't quite so. Shifting next to her sister, she gnawed at her snake bite, avoiding her sister's gaze in favor of the sky, watching the difficult exchange. "Jazper." The word finally escaped, her tone defeated and in some ways vulnerable, opening herself up for judgement.
Next one brings in Jaz? Wc: 500+
It was extremely disconcerting to Ghita, to see her usually strong sister so pale and fragile in her paws. Neither Marino fae had ever been seen as extremely emotional or weak in any sense, both of them preferring to hide their emotions from others and privately break down, away from sight. But now, there was something so wrong about being here, intruding on her sister's private breakdown. It shook Ghita to the core and fought against the carefully reconstructed walls she had built around her worn heart.
All she could do was wait; wait for the tears to falter, for a moment of lucidity to come and shake Savina away from her sadness. She was even more aware of her sister's trembles under her, commanding words to climb up her throat and offer some reassurance. There was nothing that could come, though. Nothing that would make her sister any happier or reassured than she would be now. The beginning of the fae's role as third wheel among her siblings was unclear, but it didn't make the reunions any less happier.
It only managed to make some partings all the worse. While Ghita could manage, albeit with difficulty, to push back the wave of emotion and pain threatening to sweep her around and lose her to the wind, the Italian native felt certain that Savina would feel this wave of betrayal all the more strongly. "I'm so, so sorry." She waited, nose to the sky, scenting around for any others that would intrude on the family mourning, but to her relief no more scents decorated her ebony caverns. "I'll be right here." She murmured, all the more quietly.
On the bright side, Ghita's unexpected news seemed to bring the distraction needed to her sister. She kept her eyes trained on the grass around her, however, merely listening as she heard her sister heave an Emmy-worthy sigh. Turning around to her sister, alarm flashed on her face briefly, wondering whether Savina would view this as a further betrayal. It certainly seemed like it, and worry found its near-permanent home as she searched the emerald optics. Relief arrived all too timely, and she let out a small puff of relief, her gaze following to where Savina's rested.
I wish for us it wasn't the case. She pondered, remaining silent as she waited her sister's judgement. As it turned out, there was only one anxiety that reigned, and that would be the one hardest to answer. Ghita's memory was still foggy from the night, thanks to the tiny glass bottle that had found it's way into the pits of their stomachs. She hadn't been involved with any other male, so it was, in theory, cut-and-dry, but telling her sister so wasn't quite so. Shifting next to her sister, she gnawed at her snake bite, avoiding her sister's gaze in favor of the sky, watching the difficult exchange. "Jazper." The word finally escaped, her tone defeated and in some ways vulnerable, opening herself up for judgement.