JUST A LONELY STAR

And in destructive thoughts she wallows, enticed by the prospect of traumatizing her adversary and yet her brother is none too keen on sharing her malevolent desires, the scorn he harbors thick upon his lashing tongue as he denies her the opportunity to obliterate. Abhorrence floods her interior as the Elysius tyrant contemplates the tainted life festering within Devya?s womb, though her brother?s resolve is enough to quell her MURDEROUS intent-----however minimally that is. Triangular ears sew against the contours of her sloped crown in discontent though the phantom refrains from persisting upon the matter any further, breast inflating with a melodramatic sigh as she reclines upon her haunches and tentatively puts to rest the lingering thoughts of her potential nieces and nephews. The apology that pours from her sibling?s jaws is enough to ensnare her attention and intrigue her accordingly, mismatched amethyst and metallic gaze searching for his own lavender as she abruptly diverges into poignant memories, frayed lips contorting into a firm expression of practiced indifference. She remembers the reason why she had pursued her wayward sibling -- she knows that this conversation will not be an easy one to have and that her words might infuriate; but her mission is of utmost importance to one who thrives upon familial bonds like herself.



?I want--? she begins hesitantly, trepidation writhing through her interior quite uncharacteristically for one who is typically swarming with justified confidence like she. ?--to know.? Her words are firm -- demanding as her pupils loiter fixatedly upon his own. ?I? don?t want to hate you anymore, Ares,? she confesses, sincerity pooling within her mismatched gaze although the emotion is entirely absent from her marred countenance. She is uncertain as to whether or not her brother feels similarly to her, whether he feels some sort of inclination to her like she has always felt for him -- whether he loathes her for reasons that remain undiscovered to her. ?But I have to know why.? And the intensified emotion seeps into her broken speech though she is unwavering from her stoic composure, breath bated now as she looks upon her kin. ?Why I wasn?t worth sticking around for. Because when you left, you didn?t just leave your mother -- you left your sister. You left me.? She does not crave his pity -- she does not need it; she simply craves the knowledge as to why she was unworthy of his time, why he abandoned her side in favor of an outsider?s who had always been deemed innocent in comparison to the pallid tyrant. And while she had physically scathed the sable brat it was an unwavering belief of hers that Devya was equally to blame for the Elysius siblings? falling out, and entirely to blame for Ares departure. ?And I want -- need to know why, Ares. Tell me. Please.?