Honey, I'm Home!

Fraternizing with an Abraxas… Theory sniffed slightly in offense. ”My father has made plenty of interesting decisions with his personal life. I have always chosen not to judge, but to look upon them with compassion. If happiness comes from those choices, who am I to apply some sort of morality to a situation I can never possibly understand?” The young leader - who now felt older with each passing day - sighed deeply. ”If there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that we cannot - nor should we aspire - to live inside the heads of everyone else. Especially those we love. We can only seek to understand with our own limited point of view. Anyway, philosophy and all aside, I mean no one in Abaven is in a position to judge us. Especially not my family. When Thalia returned her chaste kiss, she finally felt the last coil of stress unwind itself within her. What was once a perfectly tight knot was now a simple thread that connected them both. Tension built and released between them, but Theory saw now that the two of them were inextricably linked.

”Besides. I’d like to think that if they saw how happy I am right now in this moment, they would simply be grateful. We’ve all suffered so much - my sister and father have found their mates, their life partners. I watch them go about their days so helplessly in love they don’t even realize it: every action seems to revolve effortlessly around someone else. They’ve noticed I’ve been distracted… I’ve even confessed to my sister there is someone I, well, hold affections for. And that I’m worried they don’t return it. At least, not the same way…” She cursed herself for rambling on and on. Her words never came out the way she wanted around Thalia, but she figured most of the intent was coming across. ”The way you speak of honor and duty, your family must have some vision of your future. Do you share that? Do you see yourself elsewhere? Would they be upset with your choices?” Would they forgive you if you stayed? Would you even… stay?