Lilin's fingers coiled firmly around her sister's wrist, tightening momentarily in hopes of obtaining a heightened reaction from the physical influence exerted. At first, nothing happened. She'd caught the hitch in Colibri's breath without so much as a flick of her dichotomous receivers - it had been expected. What came as a shock, however, was her other hand's sudden animation. Her grip loosened dramatically when trembling digits made their way to the strings holding the disguise in place. Mediterranean irises followed their moving target, hovering over the clasp until the cloak finally came undone. The Hollr's unexpected compliance left her dumbfounded, speechless for a long moment until everything finally registered in the back of her mind. Feeling utterly perplexed by this turn of events, Lilin sought her older sibling's terrified blue gaze before anything else - and within those eyes, she found guidance.
Her own gaze traveled south, noting the modified scar above Coli's right breast. She hadn't noticed the alteration until now, and only now did she acknowledge the meaning behind the symbol. The Godja had mentioned Colibri's conversion to norse paganism in passing, but this had been left out of the equation. She couldn't help but wonder whose idea it had been. The Soulstorm heir released Coli's wrist immediately upon seeing the fullness of her breasts and darkened nipples, all too similar to what she kept hidden beneath her flowy pareo. And almost instantly, the most prominent of changes invaded her vision - a bump far too round and protuding to ignore. She did not speak, unable to find the correct words to express the sudden influx of emotions coursing through her body. It was Colibri that broke the silence with a voice so fragile, it could have shattered under the weight of her words. Lilin's right hand came up to rest upon her neck - as if searching for a voice lost somewhere in the confines of her throat.
Words barely registered from that moment on. Realizing that the assault had led to unwanted sexual intercourse was difficult enough to stomach. But that was only the beginning. Coli's children would immortalize the rape, a permanent reminder for all to see. Could someone as fragile as her sister handle such a colossal burden? ''What?'' she croaked finally, distracted by the unexpected inquiry. A million thoughts ran through her mind; how could she possibly help? There was nothing she could possibly do to alleviate the gravity of the situation. And if her suspicions were correct, she would soon have similar problems of her own.
Photo courtesy of VinothChandar, texture by DH-Textures
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