Broken Sonata

Avacyn was so disconcertingly quiet the entire time Saracyn tried to come up with plans or ideas to help reassure her and assuage her of the fear and panic that gripped her heart. His sister, who was usually so bubbly and vibrant around him, now seemed dismal and forlorn. It broke his heart to see her like this and know that he was the cause of her pain. If he had just been able to sacrifice his love for her so she could live the life she had been destined for, if he had never been born at all and she would never have to be forced into this situation... It just made him feel all the more superfluous; the excess Mendacium that should never have been. Avacyn could have been an only child, never forced to endure the heartache that came from their forbidden relationship or the pressures of having to weigh her destiny against her desires. She could have grown up, married Albion, and lived a straightforward life as Matriarch with a dozen little Mendaciums to keep the cycle going. And yet for some reason, the Ancients had decided to throw a wrench in that cycle by giving Saracyn life. The gods truly had sick senses of humor...

When Avacyn's dark eyes met his, Saracyn felt all the air sucked out of his lungs. Even just the simplest look from his twin stole his breath and made it impossible for him to do anything but keep staring at her. She was a star, beautiful and radiant and all-encompassing in her glory and light. His paws would squeeze hers back in time, their markings glowing in perfect synchronicity as they lay together, reflecting the matching beats of their hearts. When she nodded again without saying a word, Sara almost tried to talk her out of it. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Ava or make her life harder. But he never got the chance to refute her wishes. Avacyn was already speaking, asserting that a difficult life with him was far better than a life without him. Saracyn could have cried. In fact... A white-tipped paw lifted to touch his own cheek, feeling the rolling droplets spilling down his fur. Nobody else brought out this kind of emotional response in him. Only Avacyn. Only her.

Avacyn's renewed vow to pledge herself to him reignited Saracyn's conviction that this was the right move for them. Yes, it was going to be challenging, and yes they still had obstacles ahead of them to tackle first, but there was no doubt in the young brute's mind that they could do this together. Leaning in closer, Sara pressed the side of his muzzle to Ava's and gently nuzzled their cheeks together. "Then we'll make this work... One way or another, we'll find a way to make it work." He drew back, leaning in until the wet pad of his nose gently booped hers, his piercing gaze set on her own as a strengthened resolve burned in his blue eyes. "I love you, Avacyn. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy." With a touch of a little smile turning up the corners of his mouth, Sara leaned his muzzle in fully until his lips connected with hers in a tender kiss that lasted for only a few seconds, but spoke volumes for the caring love he felt for her. No matter how hard this life might try to be, Saracyn would move mountains and swim oceans for keep Avacyn happy and cared for and loved—oh so very, very loved.

"Saracyn Mendacium"