Unlike her mother, Adaria maintained her calm. It faltered, but she refused to be baited into a scolding. She couldn’t help the roll of her eyes though. [color=#9a00b2]“Aw. Poor Eularia, like you were the first miserable spouse in history.”[/color] Adaria didn’t need ears, when people's minds were themselves so loud and clear.
Her palm gestured, the draw on her power forming naturally into a ball. Lightning crackled, contained, for the moment. [color=#9a00b2]“Say something like that again about my sister and I’ll rip out your chords right here.”[/color] While her voice remained unchanged, the coldness in her gaze left it irrefutable. And then she scoffed. [color=#9a00b2]“Lucky for you, I’m not as impulsive as he was.” [/color]
Again her eyes had to roll, yet she finally cracked a smile. Something Eularia had so rarely witnessed occurring naturally unless her father or Alfred be involved somehow. Her laugh rang hollow, there was amusement, but tainted by bitterness. [color=#9a00b2]“So you’ve fool yourself into believing. But you never knew the darkness of him. Of us. You claim to understand it, but you don’t know how he felt, what plagues us, what he said to the shadows when he couldn’t tell you. No. You knew a piece.” [/color]
[color=#9a00b2]“Let go. I’m not you. Letting go.” [/color]She spat.[color=#9a00b2] “No, just create your third family to hide behind instead of facing him. And you called him the coward.”[/color] The dream could rest again and again, for all the girl cared. She was not done. Growing bored just looking at her, Adaria shifted her gaze to the ball of magic, fluctuating in her hand, playing with it as if it were a ball for catch.
[color=#9a00b2]“Of course he did, because he knew his limits. It didn’t stop him trying to do the right thing.”[/color]
Her palm gestured, the draw on her power forming naturally into a ball. Lightning crackled, contained, for the moment. [color=#9a00b2]“Say something like that again about my sister and I’ll rip out your chords right here.”[/color] While her voice remained unchanged, the coldness in her gaze left it irrefutable. And then she scoffed. [color=#9a00b2]“Lucky for you, I’m not as impulsive as he was.” [/color]
Again her eyes had to roll, yet she finally cracked a smile. Something Eularia had so rarely witnessed occurring naturally unless her father or Alfred be involved somehow. Her laugh rang hollow, there was amusement, but tainted by bitterness. [color=#9a00b2]“So you’ve fool yourself into believing. But you never knew the darkness of him. Of us. You claim to understand it, but you don’t know how he felt, what plagues us, what he said to the shadows when he couldn’t tell you. No. You knew a piece.” [/color]
[color=#9a00b2]“Let go. I’m not you. Letting go.” [/color]She spat.[color=#9a00b2] “No, just create your third family to hide behind instead of facing him. And you called him the coward.”[/color] The dream could rest again and again, for all the girl cared. She was not done. Growing bored just looking at her, Adaria shifted her gaze to the ball of magic, fluctuating in her hand, playing with it as if it were a ball for catch.
[color=#9a00b2]“Of course he did, because he knew his limits. It didn’t stop him trying to do the right thing.”[/color]
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