Biting Down

The right thing to do would be to probably go tell his parents, maybe even tell his Aunt Chrysanthe. If Aza didn't feel like she could be the Heir anymore, then their aunt needed to know. If Aza was going renounce, then Chrysanthe would have to find a new heir to name, someone else who would be much more adequate to take the reins. But for the sake of trying to keep something of a relationship with his sister, Gael would keep his lips sealed. It would all be on Azalea whether or not their parents found out about what was happening to her and whether she was willing to let their aunt know that she didn't feel comfortable enough to hold the title of hair anymore.


He could feel the tension come off his sister in waves as she sat down heavily in front of him. Do you know how heartbroken she was when you and Soleon left, Gael? Do you know how completely alone I was to have a sick mother and a workaholic father and NO siblings? I grew apart from them, Gael, you didn't have to endure it. I made myself no one's problem by taking care of myself. And the way you are looking at me is the exact reason I want to leave. Why do I have to be different? Why can't everyone just accept me as I am? The snarl that had slipped from his lips several moments came back again, only this time it was one continuous growl, his eyes narrowing to cerulean slits. Don't try to turn this around on me. You have never been a problem to anyone Aza. Mom and Dad love you and you know that. Instead of isolating yourself, you could've been there for mom and you could've involved yourself more with dad. No one told you to go off by yourself. No one excluded you. You excluded yourself. No one said you have to be different Azalea, you can be yourself. Everyone accepts you the way you are, but you have to take into consideration the good of the pack. Our aunt chose you to be the Heir for a reason, but if you feel that you can't take on the responsibility, talk to Chrysanthe about it. Tell her how you feel. Maybe she can help you. But if you never say anything, no one can help you Aza.


We may be of the same blood, but we are of different minds about things. I'm more of a... free spirit and you're more grounded. I adore Valhalla. His steam was starting to drain, but he couldn't keep the serious and otherwise emotionless tone from his words. You have a funny way of showing it... He rumbled, casting his gaze to their surroundings, unable to look at his sister for the moment.




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