06-08-2015, 03:32 PM
Thorunn is not one to be jealous, mostly because the emotion never occurred to her. Father was always so good at splitting him time between her and Val. Thorunn also found it hard to ... care? be moved? She's unsure of the actual emotion that settles in her chest, but it is light and carefree almost. She loves her father (adores him, idolizes him, whatever) but her emotional depth is lacking. There's something about him that seems so temporary, though she's unaware of exactly what she's feeling. At a year old she has no grasp on what any of these things feel like, what they mean. It will take many weeks and years of careful cultivation before she'll realize she's inherited her fathers biggest flaw - the lack of true emotional maturity. The absolute shell of a personality. She will always be what she projects and rarely what she truly, honestly is.
These are prophecies to be fulfilled in the far distant future, though.
For now she stares at her sister, who watches her with a mix of curiosity and...and? Thorunn doesn't know that look, she doesn't understand. She knows only of doting Val. She knows nothing else. "The Valley," she replies to her half sister. She hears the word "Amazons" with a flicker of her ear, tilting her head. "What are the Amazons?" Of course her father wouldn't have told her about them.
Covet is wrapped up in their foreplay. He's always been a bit of a horrible parent, mostly because he never had a parent himself. Harmonia was a shell in his mind, a vapid putrid thing that brought only hatred. And yet? He lived to please her, to live up to her expectations. She always wanted a daughter and instead had him. Left him in the Adoption Den to rot. His time in that hell hole created a stutter that didn't go away for a very, very long time. Those are memories he's long since suppressed. Isn't the mind a wonderful thing?
"Ah, if only every Amazon could be like you," he says, the play evident on his lips. "Then I'd have many more children, and many more trysts." He is teasing, of course, probably. Maybe.
These are prophecies to be fulfilled in the far distant future, though.
For now she stares at her sister, who watches her with a mix of curiosity and...and? Thorunn doesn't know that look, she doesn't understand. She knows only of doting Val. She knows nothing else. "The Valley," she replies to her half sister. She hears the word "Amazons" with a flicker of her ear, tilting her head. "What are the Amazons?" Of course her father wouldn't have told her about them.
Covet is wrapped up in their foreplay. He's always been a bit of a horrible parent, mostly because he never had a parent himself. Harmonia was a shell in his mind, a vapid putrid thing that brought only hatred. And yet? He lived to please her, to live up to her expectations. She always wanted a daughter and instead had him. Left him in the Adoption Den to rot. His time in that hell hole created a stutter that didn't go away for a very, very long time. Those are memories he's long since suppressed. Isn't the mind a wonderful thing?
"Ah, if only every Amazon could be like you," he says, the play evident on his lips. "Then I'd have many more children, and many more trysts." He is teasing, of course, probably. Maybe.