Yay more things to reply to! ^^ Conor just opened the floodgates. =X
If everyone cared and nobody cried.
The heated blush returned to Bris' cheeks at Conor's breathy words of gratitude. Once again, she was thankful for the white fur that covered her entire body, and she swallowed down the little lump that had risen to her throat. For a little while, she merely enjoyed the silence between them, her bi-colored eyes stealing a glance at the gentle face of the Dahlian leader. There was more to life than words, and the steady ripping of plants and the feel of Conor's body beside her made their own music. Bris would have been perfectly fine to spend the rest of the day like this, if that's where it was heading.
Even when Conor's voice broke the quiet, it didn't break the spell that permeated the little greenhouse now. His voice didn't cut through the silence, instead laying itself over the stillness like a blanket of warmth and comfort. Bris had recognized a couple of the plants they were trying to help, knowing they were dangerous and even deadly, but there were several other varieties she knew nothing about. The girl had wondered herself why anyone would have cultivated such dangerous herbs, let alone Coli if she was truly the gentle soul Kol had described her to be. Bris could only speculate for the moment just what Conor had meant by what he'd just said. "Justice? Do you mean for Haku? I can't even imagine what it must be like to have someone like him for a father. I'm just glad that his darkness doesn't seem to be hereditary." She wasn't lying, because in seeing how unlike Conor was to his demonic father, it gave Bris hope that her own father's dangerous blood wouldn't poison her soul.
The woman's form went still for a moment with her leader's next words. The lump in Bris' throat returned, only this time it was caused by sorrow rather than happiness. It was the first anyone had offered a sign of sympathy at the loss of Bris' sister, as she had never been one to seek pity and understanding from those around her. Burying the dark Stormbringer in Flander's Field had been the hardest thing the yearling had ever had to do, and she was certain she could feel her soul tearing apart in grief with every soft handful of dirt that blanketed her sister's still form. But she hadn't cried, not that day, and not since. She'd merely lashed out in grief-stricken rage at a sword-wielding, mounted sentry at the border of the Inferni lands, gaining herself nothing but a few nasty scars and a sense of hopeless failure.
Bris felt her eyes threatening to spill over as she bit her lip, her hands moving to once again retake the rhythm of pulling the weeds from their chosen beds. As she concentrated on breathing and not letting herself cry, Conor's next statement came as a shock. Kol was a wonderful person, but Bris didn't think herself anything like her. She wanted to be, she wanted nothing more than to make her beloved sister proud, and hearing Conor compare her to Kol sent her over the edge. Her movements stopped altogether, and she silently cursed herself as the tears that had been dammed up for these past few weeks finally came spilling over her cheeks. Bris couldn't stop them this time, and her body shivered in silent sobs as she knelt there, true grief and loss finally taking over her heart. She was pathetic, and now her alpha knew it intimately.
If everyone loved and nobody lied.
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