Broken Sonata

Saracyn's sigh and the way he avoided her gaze made a concerned frown pull at her expression, her dark gaze softening with worry as her mind started to jump to conclusions and scramble to try and think of what could possibly have her usually brash brother in such a state. Before she could question him again or come to any of her own conclusions, Sara finally spoke, questioning whether or not she loved Albion. Her gaze widened and blinked with surprise, taken aback by the sudden question. At first she couldn't answer, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times as she tried to find the right way to phrase her feelings toward the albino-marked man, but before she could muster a response Sara went on, stating how he needed to know for his doubt around whether or not he could continue on with their current arrangement. It quickly made her realize that this jealousy and aggression she had seen between the two males ran a lot deeper than she had originally thought. Of course she had expected Saracyn not to like Albion on principle with how protective and possessive he was of her, but she hadn't understood that it was hurting him this deeply. "Saracyn..." she whispered softly, her ears folding back as her stomach twisted with knots, looking at him in a complete loss for words.

Luckily she didn't have to find a way to respond just yet as her twin continued on with a sigh, sharing the thoughts and insecurities he had been hiding from her all this time. The hate he had for Albion purely because of the fact that he could provide something for her that Sara couldn't, the fear that he might lose her to the Kline male one day, the failed state of his own relationship with Scylla, Albion's confession about how much he cared about her... It was all so much to take in, but the only thing that really struck her was Saracyn feeling as if he could no longer go on with their original plans in this current state. A twist of worry and fear dug deep into her gut, making it feel as if there was a pit in her stomach at the thought of losing him. He echoed her thoughts exactly as he mentioned his fear of losing the one thing that mattered to him. She wanted so badly to just stop it all, to promise him the world just to chase away this look of hurt and fear from his face, but there was so much more resting on her shoulders. It forced her to hesitate even though she hated that she had to. Neither of them had asked for this fate or this pressure, but this was the position they had been put in and now she had to deal with its consequences.

Avacyn shifted closer to him quietly, her feline paw trailing up his foreleg from where her paw had lightly rested over his to curl around his leg behind his elbow just to have a way to hold on to him while she brushed her muzzle against his and pressed a kiss to his cheek below his gently glowing marking that mimicked her own. "I do care about him," she admitted quietly after a moment. No matter how much it hurt, she knew she had to be honest with him the same way he was being honest with her. "But I could never love him the way that I love you." She had done everything she could think of to show him that. Accepting this arranged marriage, splitting her life in two to share it with Saracyn and Albion, risking her reputation and skirting the laws of their family to love him the way she wanted to, laying out the plans to have him lead along side her as her other half... "What do you want me to do to prove to you how much I love you?" she questioned softly with a slight, emotional break in her voice as she pulled back just enough for her obsidian gaze to find his, searching his face as if it might have the answers.

"Avacyn Mendacium"