11-11-2021, 09:18 AM
Sickle’s ears flick backwards in wariness when Malik steps forward, though she wouldn’t be able to explain exactly why. Some faint attempt at protecting her heart from being hurt again. He doesn’t really know who she is, Sickle reminds herself. He’s accepted that she’s his sister with remarkable ease but she has no idea that some of the memories have been uncovered. Maybe he’s just being polite. Maybe he’ll forget she exists again just as soon as they part today and go back to Hyaline where she no longer invisions him being tortured, but intead pictures him living happily with his mom and his new sister.
The reassuring touch that he places on her shoulder is both too little and too much and a sob escapes her before she can grit her teeth closed and her eyes follow. There’s little relief there in the darkness.
She has Asterope, she has her friend, but she doesn’t understand how she so efficiently lost all her family and she doesn’t know what to do with this ache inside of her.
Malik is here, he’s with her and he’s offering her a chance to meet their sister, and the uncertainty in Sickle’s heart twists all the more and makes her feel nauseous. She does want to meet Myrna, she wants to have a family again, but she finds herself spitting out something else entirely when her eyes open again to look at him. “Why would I want to meet her?” The bursts of anger that she experiences are all often short lived but it’s enough to continue speaking, to step back away from Malik as her eyes - well, they don’t exactly harden like she wishes they would. She’s still actively crying but her voice has an edge to it. “What did our…” She chokes on the word ‘parents’ and starts again. “What did they do? Decide I wasn’t good enough to keep so they just went and made a new daughter so you could all forget I existed?”
It shouldn’t matter to her, she knows this. She didn’t want to be a part of their family, did she? But it still hurts to be replaced, to know this whole time Malik’s been in Hyaline with another sister while she’s been tricked again and again in her search for him.
Maybe this was just another trick. Another false promise to get her to go somewhere else. Maybe this wasn’t even Malik at all.
Paranoia seeps in at the edges of her sadness and she latches onto the wariness it encourages her to feel. Better that than the grief she can’t understand.
The reassuring touch that he places on her shoulder is both too little and too much and a sob escapes her before she can grit her teeth closed and her eyes follow. There’s little relief there in the darkness.
She has Asterope, she has her friend, but she doesn’t understand how she so efficiently lost all her family and she doesn’t know what to do with this ache inside of her.
Malik is here, he’s with her and he’s offering her a chance to meet their sister, and the uncertainty in Sickle’s heart twists all the more and makes her feel nauseous. She does want to meet Myrna, she wants to have a family again, but she finds herself spitting out something else entirely when her eyes open again to look at him. “Why would I want to meet her?” The bursts of anger that she experiences are all often short lived but it’s enough to continue speaking, to step back away from Malik as her eyes - well, they don’t exactly harden like she wishes they would. She’s still actively crying but her voice has an edge to it. “What did our…” She chokes on the word ‘parents’ and starts again. “What did they do? Decide I wasn’t good enough to keep so they just went and made a new daughter so you could all forget I existed?”
It shouldn’t matter to her, she knows this. She didn’t want to be a part of their family, did she? But it still hurts to be replaced, to know this whole time Malik’s been in Hyaline with another sister while she’s been tricked again and again in her search for him.
Maybe this was just another trick. Another false promise to get her to go somewhere else. Maybe this wasn’t even Malik at all.
Paranoia seeps in at the edges of her sadness and she latches onto the wariness it encourages her to feel. Better that than the grief she can’t understand.
@Malik