It had always been Talitha's way to shun those emotions that might cause her world to crumble. Sorrow, sympathy, love — such things became weapons in the hands of the enemy, and her heart had begun to close to them entirely. Love, oh love, it was the most dangerous. It was love that would ruin them, she was certain. It'd been love that had ruined Gabriel, after all. Talitha had never acknowledged her love unless it came to her father and brother, and it was her belief that she never would. Why allow the wolves to kill her so simply? She was perfectly capable of doing it herself.
But her brother was different. Though their similarities shone through the darkness like the fire that had consumed their birth home, Ezekiel had become stronger than she as years had passed for them. Her faults were complemented by his skills, and they far exceeded her abilities.
Her smile fell into contentment with the golden King at her side. Nothing was wrong, he was right. She could see no problems in the way her kingdom worked, there was no need for redemption for God favored them; He had to, for they would have been destroyed long ago if His eyes held no love. They were sinners, yet Talitha had come to find that sin was a word that could be twisted to suit the betterment of her kind.
She allowed a laugh to escape her jaws as he pointed out their future as savages. Yes, they appeared quite the gruesome group, with their symbols of death hanging at their doors. Like Dahlia de Mai, their history color them a horrible shade of bloody red and shadowed black, even after all who harboured this hate firsthand were gone. This was a truth she loved, rather than abhorred; that was the difference between her and many others.
As they rose, as he offered her a chance to turn her mind from such topics, she gave her brother's shoulder a gentle pat. Slender legs carried her towards the water, crimson eyes turning back to view him; she felt he was, in some ways, wrong. "Oh, Ezekiel. We aren't savages." And still the smile grew, for her fragile mind believed this to be true. "We're simply passionate." Another laugh, an affectionate wink, and the sunset princess was sprinting across the beach to beat her brother to the water.
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