Brianne Avery (carillon) wrote in praesidio_rpg, @ 2018-09-09 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo avery, brianne avery |
WHO: Brianne Avery & Apollo Avery
WHAT: A response, and roles reversed.
WHERE: Brianne’s Rooms, The Palace
WHEN: Slightly backdated; 2nd September, immediately following the Lieutenants' Ball.
STATUS: Closed // Ongoing
RATING: Ow.
The remainder of the evening had passed in a blur too hazy for her to even pull some semblance of a clear memory from. Faces and names and conversations held as she waited by Castor’s side were muddled and fuzzy, not properly in focus. Any thoughts after walking away from that balcony had flown through her mind with an incessant buzzing that had only quieted the second her hands had clasped over her clavicle, pressing into her skin. The words hidden there warmed as she whispered them, over and over like a life preserve keeping her afloat, and focusing on calling her brother left her unable to pay too much attention to the fact that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, or that her skin was simultaneously set aflame and encased in ice.
Fiona…
There were no more tears or sobs - those wouldn’t come, not now when she needed them. She was scared, only a fool would not be, but giving a specific name to the fear seemed impossible. It was a blind feeling, looming in the distance and yet to be determined until her Mother and Father saw fit to tell her what awaited her. She had made it this far, kept her composure and been present, if not entirely involved, for the few hours following the confrontation with her Mother. But the second she had closed her bedroom door, all of that willpower she thought possessed had dissolved into nothing.
Apollo...
Mere seconds had passed since she had activated their tattoo, the logical part of her mind was coolly aware of that. But irrational thought ruled there now, and she was left to grovel at the mercy of the words ‘alone’ and ‘hurt’ like a beggar. Brianne had only made it a few steps into her bedroom before her feet had taken root in the carpet, before she fell like a marionette with strings severed and allowed herself to reach out for the only amount of hope she could remember to. She would wait, and whisper the words she shared with her twin, so she could push away the others that were currently too much.
I am in love with you… Good evening…
And, at the last. They know.