Thread: The Great Divide WHO: Felicity Bainbridge and Galadari Rubinhart WHEN: August 13, [afternoon] WHERE: Sphinx Dorm
Galad and Gil arrived at the school. It didn't take long for word to spread about the "devilishly handsome" twins that so many gushed over. Felicity had not seen Galad for weeks and an angry hurt inside of her burgeoned within her. Galad departed from Norway in search of his brother, which was an inevitable action. Felicity texted him to see if he made progress. She cared about Galad and knew that Gil's absence was affecting him. Their sparring was becoming less and less an effective way for Galad to vent out his frustration. The final straw had been the Wild Hunt, which Gil was noticeably absent. Felicity took the stag that year. A hollow victory since Galad had waited for Gil and ended up not participating at all. Her father had beamed proudly about her victory, but Galad was no where to be found when it came to the reveling.
All texts went ignored. Not a response. She didn't even know if he read them. The worry that he, in his search for Gil, ended up dead creeped into her mind. That was until she saw pictures of the two brothers on social media. That's when she knew he was outright ignoring her. The sting was more pronounced than she wanted to admit or let anyone show. It reflected in little ways though. She stalked their social media, not leaving comments but staring at anything that might have popped up. Every picture she saw, whether posted by Gil or Galad or someone who saw them. Each picture or update left her feeling more and more slighted.
Now they were at school and in the same place. And she could see him face to face and demand answers. So she made her way to Sphinx house and arrived at his room. She'd seen Gil elsewhere, chatting with someone and didn't bother trying to catch his eye. Depending on how this conversation went would determine if she had a chat with her future brother-in-law.
She didn't wait to be invited into Galad's room, she walked in. The door was unlocked, thankfully, so her entrance wasn't hindered by something as stupid as a generic door lock. "Seventy-eight text message and twenty-four voice messages and not a single reply," she started, closing the door behind her with a slam. It gave her the privacy she wanted but she still felt guarded about all this. Bracing herself for where she feared this conversation may go.