Prove it. Prove you’re our brother.
When Tiercel arrives, Elio is first struck by the markings his family wears, and then by a similar awe he felt when he first met his father. What he doesn’t feel is suspicion, and Celina’s demands teach him a hard lesson—
But what is another hard lesson on top of the pile already weighing down his shoulders? This could be an imposter, he thinks, blinking hard at his sister as she tries to gauge his reaction. For a moment, his emotion magic stretches its frustration out to his two siblings—a moment too long before he realizes what is happening and reels the anger and irritation back to him.
Elio gulps and then says, almost wistfully, “You look just like our father.” It is a faint whisper, weak, one that indicates maybe this is one too many shocks.
Little Elio, always so small, raging against a world that wishes to age him too quickly.
“I stand with my sister. Prove it.”
The growth begins, twisted vines and locked forests now desperate to fill the cavern in his chest. He hardens, like the steel of his sister;s words—sharp and unforgiving.
@[Celina] @[Tiercel]