Memories and passings

His sister would roam into his view, and all he could see was the hunger in her coat, the dropping of her form and the wasted expression that held her eyes. It was so very, very hard to hold up the prideful tilt of his head when all he could see was his sister hanging so low. That old rage would boil beneath his eyes, the one that demanded blood and death in response to the pain his sister was suffering. Yet.. this was not something he could fight, this was not an enemy he could kill. He was truly helpless here, in the face of yet another void in his sisters heart.



When she moved to embrace him he would lower himself to fold around her, take in as much of his dear sister that he could. Despite their age difference it was hard to view himself as the younger brother, not when he must protect her from a deranged world that clearly wanted all of her soul. As he pulled her into him his breath would touch her ear and a shiver of pain would coil down his spine. ?I understand? he agreed softly, no, he knew he could not keep her attention for long ? clearly her love still lived. With that being so perhaps his words now would be met with anger, and only later and after his death could she perhaps understand. He could barely guess her reaction now, with so much outside influence pulling and shaping them both.



She would ask now the question that could begin his story and he pulled her tighter for a moment before releasing her fully and pulling his head back to look into her eyes. He had to know every reaction she felt to his story, had to know and understand what she thought of both this and of him. ?I have a great deal to tell, but a lot of that can wait for another time? he started off, speaking clearly but with a touch of haste. No, the story of Othello could wait until he could fully hold her attention, and nor was that why he was here. ?I have given my allegiance to another, to a pack and leader that I respect. I even hold some position there Twig.? he would start, steeling himself for the next chunk of his speech. ?I believe it would make a good home, and it would be a place I could protect any who need it.. like you, Twig, if you decided to join me. I know its impossible now but perhaps some day soon you could come to me and see what I've accomplished?? his breath was soft as he leaned in close, his eyes a breath from hers, with all his passion and love for her swirling beneath his orbs.

"Speech"
'thoughts'