This betrayal burns like fire

Anatoliy Russo · 01-20-2012, 12:28 AM

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His anger seemed to have disappated from him, as though it were nothing but a flat puddle of water on a scorching day. How could he stay angry at his sister? She was his only one, especially his only sharing all his blood. Theirs was one and the same, though he had felt the bonds of family fade after so much time apart. Her leaving the family did not help to increase the feelings of family. Their father's departure had numbed him completely. For a time, there had been too much pain his heart where happiness ought to have been the only lodger. Those feelings had been like a shiv in his heart. But so much had been going on at that time that his head had felt so lost that he wondered if both his ears had remained atop his mopish head. But now, everything was settled, and the lasts bits of his torment were falling away from him like old discarded clothes.

She pulled away from his brotherly embrace and the Russo's joy was evident on his countenance. He was truly happy to see the woman before him. Brows furrowing, Anatoliy pursed his lips slightly. "I have been in her new pack, zhe vone called Casa di Cavalieri. Zhey are making it out to be like a brozherhood of warriors. I don't know, perhaps like zhe templars from zhe old stories?" The Russo had not been very interested in that aspect of his new home, preferring to focus on the thing he always focused on; fishing his heart out. There was little else in his life that he really enjoyed doing, other than spending any amount of delightful time with his beautiful woman. "Zhere is no home vizhout her for me anymore," he said, with a glimmer of sadness both in his low voice and in his golden eyes.

The man smiled broadly at his sister, though his look changed to shock and surprise. Their mother?! The Russo tightly gripped Liliya by the shoulders as he looked intently at her face. "Mozher?" he repeated, almost dumbly. He could scarcely believe her words. "You vent to get her? You got her? She's here?" he continued to repeat as though he were nothing more than a parrot cawing back other people's words. Verusha, their mother, was here? But, how could she not have come to him to tell him, so that he could see his mother. She had to have known how much it had weight on his conscience to have abandoned his mother as he had.

But Liliya would have none of that, as she asked for news of him. She even asked him to twirl, as though he were a young lady with a brand new Sunday dress. Shaking his head, bemused, the man knew that Liliya had seen all he had to offer. There was little new about him other than the happy glow. "Anann and I are mates now," he announced, rather aware that Liliya had missed that entire episode with Keese and the trouble they had gone through to be with each other. She ought not know now, not when it was pointless and in the past. "Fazher is gone," he said sadly, looking toward what he knew to be the sea that headed home, their old home. "He vent back to his first voman and returned to Russia vith her. He's left soon after you did."

Shaking his head once more, Anatoliy gripped his sister's shoulders. "But vhat about mozher? Is she vell? Vhere is she?" The fully grown male was like a child at the thought of his mother being so close by and accessible. He had missed her and he would have loved her advice, even if both of his parents had terribly instincts at times. Regardless, he loved his mother and missed her so terribly. It would mean an old wound could finally heal with the love only a mother could give.

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