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there's a place where we stand outnumbered; thorny - Valkerine - 07-01-2015 ![]() there's a moment we make a decision What's left for them now? What is left when your parents, beloved parents, pillars of strength, come crashing down?not to cower and crash to the ground The answer is simple: each other, and any friends they've made along the way. Valkerine has been more lucky than her sister in that regard. She's always been more apt to follow others, no matter where that following may lead – and luckily for her, more often than not it's lead to friends. And so as Thorny has grown more distant, taking solace in the desolate reaches of the Valley, Val has found herself unknowingly seeking out relationships, accidentally drying her eyes in the shoulders of Shahrizai and others. But none of them are Thorny. And as soon as she is confident that she can be strong for Thorny, as soon as she is confident that she can be what her sister deserves to have, she returns to the Valley. She finds her twin easily enough. Haven't they always been able to do that? Haven't they always been two sides to each other's coin? Perhaps they'll always be able to do it, right down until the moment they die – or, really, the moment that Val dies, leaving Thorny entirely alone. She'll still have Nayl, but it will not be the same. Val pauses, watching her sister wander the valley just a few yards away. They're both so much bigger than when they were newborn, bigger even than when they'd last trained with their father. Bigger than when they'd lost mother. Bigger, if only a little, than when they'd lost their father. But they're not big enough, not nearly big enough, to face life on their own. "Thorny…" her voice is soft, perhaps so soft that it gets stuck on the wind. She is moving then, so fast, covering ground faster than she should be, almost tripping and stumbling. "Thorny!" she is screaming now, crying out for her twin, her voice so loud it's almost impossible to understand the words except that her twin would already know what they are. And in just a few moments, she is crashing into her twin, wrapping Thorrun in a fierce, sisterly horse hug and giving her other half no choice in the matter. valkerine sad tomboy daughter of covet & librette RE: there's a place where we stand outnumbered; thorny - Thorunn - 07-06-2015
RE: there's a place where we stand outnumbered; thorny - Valkerine - 07-27-2015 ![]() there's a moment we make a decision She doesn't break until her sister does. But when Thorny, stoic Thorny, starts to cry, Val can't help but match her. Tears for tears, they stand embraced, both sharing in their moment of infinite loss. not to cower and crash to the ground What do we do, her sister asks, and Val is unsure. She's always been the sure one, the one with the plan, the one who never hesitates, who rarely thinks through, who acts on pure instinct. And perhaps that's what she really is: perhaps she's simply a ball of instincts, acting without thinking, rather than a friendly creature. But now? Now, all of her certainty is gone, ebbed away on the shore of the beach, as surely dead as her mother and her father. Now she knows nothing but that she aches for the both of them, for Thorny and for Val, for their mother and their father. What do we do? The only thing they can do. She blinks once, twice, forcing herself back into calm and composure. As though she can stop the tears by sheer force of will. She succeeds somewhat, the tears aren’t quite as thick now. She remains wrapped around her sister, the yin to Thorrun's yang, drawing support from her twin just as she gives it. But when she speaks, her voice is no longer wracked by tears. Quiet, subdued, hushed – but she's in control. "I don't know what we do." she blinks her eyes closed. "I don't know, other than to keep…surviving." She says the last word almost as though it's a foreign concept, something academic, something she'd only just started to consider. "It's what they'd want, isn't it?" She isn't sure if she's asking her sister, asking ghosts, or asking the wind. valkerine sad tomboy daughter of covet & librette RE: there's a place where we stand outnumbered; thorny - Thorunn - 07-28-2015
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