Be sober, be vigilant
11-08-2018, 04:51 PM
She celebrated, though it was rather short-lived as Marek proposed his ideas for their family's legacy. Once she would have leapt at the idea of sharing a crown with her brother and sister, she would have tossed herself into his embrace and followed him without question as she had been taught to do. It saddened her that she would have to tell him an answer he probably wasn't ready to hear. She couldn't simply jump back into the fold as soon as they feel like showing up and playing house again. Even though he had apologized, Dea still didn't feel called to serve Marek as she once had. There were other things in store for the young demon, and while there was still love for her brother, it did not go as deeply as it once had. They had left her, and in their absence, she found her own calling. How could she tell him that when he looked so hopeful? She hid her conflict deep, simply watching him as his gaze grew just a hint softer. He stood a little taller then, proudly pitching his idea for her future. While she would be happy to see her family rise into the empire it should have been, Dea wasn't the same girl anymore. She had grown up on her own, with no one else to rely on or talk to but herself. For nearly two years now she had been on her own, answering to only herself. Archon wasn't so much a leader in her mind as he was a partner, though she let him wear all the pretty titles. While being queen did have its appeal, Dea still found herself shrinking from the idea. "I don't share those dreams anymore, Marek. I haven't since I was forced to walk alone." While she made it clear in her tone there was no blame, she still felt she couldn't completely commit herself to a family who made it clear they weren't committed to her. "Zeivah will make you plenty of fine heirs for your kingdom, I know she will. I have a different vision for my future, I hope you can understand and accept this..." She let the sadness filter through in her voice, but also her own iron will. Dea knew what her rejection could do, he could turn on her and she would be forced to fend off a brother she had only just reunited with. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, but prepared herself anyway. Maybe he was different than their father, who she still remembered seeing fighting their mother in the northern lands, but she couldn't be sure. It wasn't as though she had a reason to mistrust or to trust him, she was more careful now. Her fight with the mortal Caelestis had shown her that attacks could come from anywhere. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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