Big Brothers vs Gifts

Albion’s pale blue eyes flicked from his brother’s features to the blades and handles before them. His guess was correct, not that he would know quite yet. It made sense though. The number of weapons matched the number of siblings. He wondered if it would be a good idea to give their little brothers knives to play with, if only for his own safety. Cerb didn't hesitate to join him there, he was obviously wanted here for his help. It was really interesting what his older brother brought together here and he had all of Albion’s attention.

However much the boy thought of himself he did look up to Cerberus, the older boy had always been there for Albi to emulate. His calm demeanor, quiet nature, and most of all their father’s pride. The young prince could think of no prize as sweet as that. Cerb began to speak and Albion’s eye stilted to his features as he explained. He asked him to sharpen the blades while he began to paint the handles. Albion nodded at the instruction. He wasn’t near as deft as Scylla was, but he could manage well enough without cutting himself. Unlike his siblings it didn’t feel natural to use tools like this, and when his siblings began to use them while they fought Albion declined. Still, they were very pretty and he wanted one for a memento.

He wanted to watch Cerberus work on the paints, he watched as the thoughts crossed his features as he made decisions about the paints in front of him. He seemed to reminisce about each sibling’s eye color, but Albion couldn’t focus too heavily. He took the whetstone to the unhandled blades and very carefully began to run it along the blade. He was kind of clumsy and had to move very slow or he was going to cut himself wide open.


"Albion Klein"