Antarctic Symphony

The pair stood together and Albion leaned into the sweet kiss that she had placed upon his cheek. There was tension within her, but she pushed it aside, instead listening to her brother as he spoke of his place in Elysium. He was doing his best to keep his word. Scylla's ears slicked back for a moment and her gaze cut to the side, looking anywhere other than the man's pale face. He had stayed and had followed through with their father's plan, but she had not. It wasn't even in Scylla's plans anymore. Word had reached the fae's ears that Saracyn was in love with his sister. More power to him. That left the small, striped woman free as a bird. She wouldn't be second place in anything and that included relationships.

A sigh pulled from Scylla, her chest rising and falling before she finally met Albion's gaze. "You don't have to do any of it, you know. It's all your choice. Fenmyre is no more. There's no promise that needs to be kept." If he liked Avacyn though... that was another thing. But... if what she'd heard about the Elysium siblings was correct, Albion would never come first. That sat wrong with Scylla. She and Albion were better than Avacyn and Saracyn. Fate had simply struck them low for a time.

"Scylla"