Lacey
The rejects. That's what they were, maybe. They both knew what it was like to have a twin. Both knew what it felt when their other half was away. Wallace's twin had been away for years, lost and separated as children. But. Maybe they were both sort of the family rejects too. Wallace had a tie to every single one of them and yet she didn't feel like she belonged. She thought she heard that same sort of.. dejected wrongness in Kylin’s voice just then. They both seemed to slip into the background at times. Probably both felt so unwanted. Small, and like they didn't matter.
Or maybe that was just Wallace.
Hi, baby, she murmured, her voice as bland and empty as it always was. Empty like her, so hollow and scraped bare. No. Not empty. She wished she were empty. But she was pain, only pain. So goddamn much pain that never seemed to go away no matter how much time passed. She wished she was empty. She used to be so strong.
Her lifeless brown eyes looked over her child. She was barely old enough to have children and it so often felt more like she were an older sister to them. Just an older sister raising impossibly beautiful siblings. That looked nothing like her. Not brown. Not plain. Not ugly.
Not unwanted.
She was a terrible mother after all. Had never wanted to be one. Only ever wanted love, and look where that got her. She used to be bold, used to be brash and strong. A quick silver tongue with bladed words at the ready, and steady, sharp eyes. Now, she rarely even spoke. It didn't matter though. Nobody ever noticed anyway. Nobody really knew who she was before. Kirby had only gotten a glimpse before he broke her. And she was stupid enough and pathetic enough to fall in love with him. Who the hell else would ever want her anyway?
But he broke that too.
Or maybe she did. Because she could never be good enough.
Is that what Kylin was feeling too? Like she would never be good enough? Wallace dropped her muzzle on her and pulled her into her side. She didn't say anything as she stroked little patterns into that smaller spine. Not lace, though. Lace wasn't beautiful after all, it seemed. But she just drew nonsense patterns, twisted and unruly like their emotions. Even Reilly couldn't seem to untangle them, though he tried. But maybe she was only projecting her emotions onto Kylin. Maybe she didn't feel the same at all. She hoped she didn't.
Want to talk about it?
