Elio wishes he could be more unfeeling. Even as the poison of his pain wraps strangling vines around his heart, he cannot help but to feel an immense amount of suffering. There is so much about his family he does not know or understand simply because their father went missing. The thought how convenient of him always sits in the back of his mind.
Perhaps Elio truly is an inconvenience. Something to be avoided.
When Tiercel sends them their mother’s peace and love, Elio wants to rear against the emotions. While he knows of the magic’s authenticity, there is a portion of him that always feels insincere when concocting sensations that one might not otherwise feel. Of course, their mother’s love was always meant to be true, and it is that inarguable fact that keeps him from snapping at his newfound brother.
Celina jumps into questioning again and Elio cannot help but to feel a warm affection for her. She has always been blunt and wild. He loves her for it, for being his opposite and always reminding him of what lies outside his mind.
Without waiting for a response from Tiercel, Elio trots up to him and wraps him in an embrace. Their necks are warm when pressed together. The pulse in the pegasus’ throat feels like it is pounding in his ears.
“My name is Elio,” he murmurs as he steps back, offering his brother a genuine smile. Elio’s wings shuffle pleasantly against his back. He cranes his neck back to peer at Celina. “I am curious about our other siblings, as well,” he adds, then turns back to level Tiercel with a steady gaze.
@[Celina] @[Tiercel]