it falls on me

Talitha de le Poer · 03-19-2011, 08:50 PM

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Poor Zeke. XD He doesn't deserve all the anger that's about to erupt on him.

Ezekiel's smile always brightened the spirits of his shadowed twin, and she appreciated his presence more than ever in the most recent days. She may not have understood the vague transformation of emotion that had happened since his return, but she did recognize how he helped her. Without Ezekiel, she was sure she'd have failed living as she had failed Inferni so frequently, leaving the golden boy with nothing but the absent father they had grown to respect. Or so she had once believed.

His gift was received with a smile, delicate rust fingers wrapping around the bindings and covers as if handling precious heirlooms. Each was brightly colored, the artwork unique, and she knew that they had once been meant for children. Ordinarily she may have been offended; had anyone else given her such a thing, she knew she would have been. But this was her brother, and she held him higher than any force otherwise known to the physical world, if not the spiritual. Childrens' books made realistic sense. She was at that level of ability in the world of literature.

At first, his following words didn't register in her mind. Dad was busy and brother and sister passed by without true recognition for a good few minutes, and then the realization hit her like the tree had. Hard and painfully. Her hands released the books and they clattered to the ground with dull force. Perhaps she had heard him wrong. Perhaps he was simply playing a cruel joke on her. "Come again?" she whispered, hoping he would say something else. She was not so ignorant to think that Gabriel had lived a life of cold celibacy since the disappearance of their mother, and she was not so young to think other children had never entered the world, but as the verbal fact was laid before her, the world grew dark.

Talitha Lykoi was still young enough to feel betrayed. Pressure enveloped her chest, lungs compressed to a point that didn't allow necessary oxygen to flood them. She'd experienced such a thing in the past, but never for something so truly trivial, for that was what it was. Gabriel de le Poer, her wondrous father, had destroyed a fragile comfort made in knowing she was his princess and there was no one else. Gabriel de le Poer deserved the anger that flooded through her veins.

But it was Ezekiel who received it.

"WHAT?!" The shrill shriek of anger exploded from the cream-hued maw of his sister, her body curling into something smaller. "You're lying. I don't believe you." The accusatory tone had never been used against the prince she loved so much, and it wounded her to think he deserved it. But she had to be right. Ezekiel was lying. She couldn't bring herself to believe that their strong, Infernian father had found comfort outside of the skull-lined borders, though she knew it was realistic. How could he? How could he replace their mother with one of them? "Why would you say something like that? Daddy's good to us; you shouldn't spread such things around."

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