Marcus Flint (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} marcedflint) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Marcus couldn't quite help the snort that escaped him at the great-grandson comment - he'd heard enough of that sort of talk for a lifetime from his mother, and he wasn't interested in continuing it now that she was gone. "You'll be waiting a good long while," he muttered before his mental filter could kick in, and then took another swig from the flask to hopefully avoiding anything else.
"You'll be forgiven the attitude today, boy, but don't forget that you're the eldest, you have a responsibility to the family name," Alphonse said.
Looking over his shoulder, Marcus could see the expression on the portrait's face, so similar to the one his father worn when he was a child, right before he'd gotten a smack upside the head for a comment the man hadn't considered appropriate. The frustration he'd kept inside for so long when it came to those expectations boiled at the realization, and he asked, "So, if my sister had lived, would those have been her responsibilities instead of mine?"