Broken Sonata
Avacyn ♥
02-26-2023, 10:27 PM
Saracyn could see the conflict in Avacyn's expression the more he painted the picture of all the twists and variables their future held for them, and although neither of them could predict which way their paths would take them, it was almost a certainty that they would end with Avacyn having to make this choice at some point in their lives. Saracyn feared that if she made it later, with pups and a husband in the mix, it would be almost assured that he would draw the short straw in that deal. From the look in Avacyn's eyes as she processed and considered everything he said with her analytical brain, it seemed she was coming to the same conclusions too. Secretly, Sara had hoped that maybe his sharply intelligent sister would find some way to salvage this for them—make it so that they didn't have to be put in this situation and neither of them would have to lose the other. But when she said nothing and instead slid closer until her chest pressed to his and she wrapped him up in a hug, the dire brute felt his heart sink and crack. There was no magic solution, there was no best case scenario. There was only pain in store for them.
Sara slumped forward to press the side of his neck into Ava's, nuzzling into her fur as she buried herself in his scruff. Her warmth, her soft fur mingling with his, and her sweet woodsy scent in his nose made his heart skip beats, each thump in his chest radiating pain as he thought about how temporary all of this was. One strong, thickly-corded foreleg lifted to drape around the back of her neck and around her shoulders, embracing her as she held onto him. So deep was his love for Avacyn and his commitment to her that Saracyn didn't even consider a possibility where she didn't choose to become the Matriarch. He had already written himself out of her future plans because of how committed he was to her. Albion's snide words echoed in his head. "You are obviously much less concerned about what she wants." Oh, if only that were true... In actuality, the prince but the heiress' own happiness and life well above his own. It was why he hadn't wanted to have this conversation at all. It was also why he was now preparing for the inevitable heartbreak that would follow, and preparing to make his exit out of this impossible problem for her benefit.
Avacyn eventually broke the heavy silence between them with muffled words into his fur. Saracyn clutched tighter around his twin when she conceded that this was a choice she was going to have to make eventually—whether now or years down the line. It was a fork in the road that had to be crossed. There was no middling path between two conflicting paths. She admitted that he was right, that it was impossible for this to continue on forever. Saracyn did not speak, but did nod his head. He understood. He knew what had to be done. He was prepared for the blow to his heart and what would follow. But when Avacyn drew back and gently cupped his cheeks so his sapphire eyes met the striking obsidian of hers, the words she spoke next caused his brain to crash. Like a blue screen on a computer, Saracyn's mind fully stopped, unable to process what she was saying. She was choosing him? She was going to throw away all of her life's plans and preparations for him? No. No no no, Saracyn couldn't let her do this to herself.
"Ava-" he tried to interject, but Avacyn silenced him by explaining that no matter what, she couldn't go through life without him. She did not want to be Matriarch if it meant hurting him or not having him. Her words lifted his aching heart, but devastated him at the same time. This was exactly what he had wanted and not wanted simultaneously. When her paws fell from his cheeks and she looked down with tears in her eyes lamenting what she was going to do, Sara took the opportunity to speak and shook his head sharply. "I'm not going to let you give up being Matriarch, Ava. I won't let you do that for me." Tears still burned in his eyes, but now his gaze was sharply narrowed in determined focus. Giant red paws moved to take Ava's in his, holding them gently as if she were the most precious thing in the world—and to him, she was. "You are going to be Matriarch, and you're going to be the best damn Matriarch our family has ever known. You're not going to throw away your ambitions for me."
Saracyn squeezed Avacyn's paws in his own, leaning in to gingerly lick the tears from her cheeks now, just as she had done for him, their matching markings glowing in perfect sync in their close proximity. He wasn't the brilliant intellectual his sister was, but Saracyn was not a stupid wolf either. His mind raced, trying to think of a solution to make things work for them. "You can tell Albion the truth. That you care about him, but you can't live that life with him. Maybe we can talk to mom together. Being a Matriarch means leading our family, upholding our culture and laws, and continuing the Mendacium line. What if... What if you could do two of the three things?" he mused aloud, hoping that talking through his thoughts might spark an idea in his twin. "If you're sure this is what you want to do, maybe you could still be Matriarch. There has to be conditions or rules for what happens if a Matriarch doesn't have heirs, right? What if a Matriarch was infertile, or all their children were killed, or... I don't fucking know, but there has to be answers, right? This can't be the only time this has happened." Tightening his lips, Sara looked at Ava with pleading eyes, raising a paw to gently lift her chin until their eyes met again, losing himself in the inky depths of her gaze. "Are you sure this is what you want, Ava...? Choosing this... it's picking the harder path in life. I can't ask you to do that."
Warning: Saracyn is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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