ecclesia

ooc. sorry for the wait, life has exploded once again D:

His sister mirrored his sentiments, though far softer than his own brash declarations. No less emphatic, but.. wistful, instead of pining. At his admission, Belle seemed amused. "They’d tell us to stop crying, and get to work on rebuilding the empire." she pointed out oh so helpfully, and he rumbled thoughtfully. Machinations began to roil to the forefront of his mind. Was Hannibal here, as he suspected? Perhaps now was the time to overthrow the absentee heir, and take his rightful place on the pedestal instead.

"You're very right, dear sister." he mused aloud. The battle would be brutal, he may be forced to kill the man. Would he be able to do it? Fratricide. The word had a cruel ring, and left a metallic, acidic taste on the back of his tongue. He wasn't sure he had the heart to commit the crime, not yet. Perhaps he ought to play this smart, observe as he used to. Linger on the fringes and play the part of dutiful follower. Until the time was right. Then... he'd take what was rightfully his. Tear it from Hannibal's flesh if need be. Rend it from bones and carve it into tender pink skin, but leave the mangled specter for all to witness. Yes, he'd do that. He'd prove himself, and destroy trust in the man from within the family.

"On that note, let's leave this place. I think there are better places than this to catch up, don't you?" he offered with a soft, warm smile. Cautiously, he sought to stand, release her from his tender embrace. If she was willing, he would lead her to the East. Perhaps they'd find something of note there, he hadn't spent enough time in the area to get a full idea of it in his mind.

.:Roman -- Exitus?:.