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shape of hope - NPC - 07-26-2025
[say]"Do you think he will be mad?"[/say] Margot asked, lifting her chocolate eyes from the paper. She hadn’t been writing for quite some time, consumed by the thoughts of what her and her twin had talked about late into the night. The thoughts swirled and churned and she could not focus on the assignment their grandmother had given them. She bit the inside of her lip as she waited for him to stop writing and look up at her. It felt like an eternity before her twin’s eyes finally met hers. When they did, she felt an uneasy flip in her stomach that she couldn't stop. She bit the inside of her lip again.
RE: shape of hope - Marcus - 07-26-2025
[say]”No. I don’t think he will be mad. I think he will have a lot of questions.”[/say] Marcus‘s pen tip stayed down on the paper, ink bleeding down into it until it covered the last word he had written. He kept his eyes on Margot, looking and searching in her eyes for her true feelings. Her face always tended to betray her in that regard, but Marcus was usually able to find how she really was feeling. He just had to wait and be patient, a virtue his sister did not hold. He didn’t always have patience and other areas of his life, but when it came to his sister, he would wait for all of the snows of Halo to melt.
[say]”Mom followed Frey.”[/say] it was a simple statement, but nonetheless true. [say]”And the herald that Dad first chose to go to was Frey. Before Vi chose him.”[/say]
RE: shape of hope - NPC - 07-26-2025
Marcus was right. He thought about this. But it didn’t make her any less anxious. Like any other young girl, Margot was deeply motivated by the approval of her father. While she had always gotten it, surrounded and even drowned and unfailing and steadfast love, she was so worried to disappoint him. She didn’t want him to think that she didn’t want to be like him, but the shadow and memory of their mother was there in every corner of their home and she just wanted to feel close to her again. [say]"But what if he is mad that we’re not choosing Vi?"[/say]
RE: shape of hope - Marcus - 07-26-2025
[say]"No, Margot. It's ok. He won't be mad."[/say] Marcus said, head tilting slightly to the side as his eyes softened on his twin. "He might be mad if I asked him to take my to Dygra, though." He grinned, then, youthful and feral. He felt the heat rise in his ears at the thought and as Margot busted out across the table in laughter, he followed. Leaning back in his chair, he went on with his twin back and forth about can you imagine and well, think of this until their grandmother came back to them --
Sent outside, given extra chores for having not finished their work, Marcus brought it up again. [say]"I really think Frey will attune me, though. I do."[/say] Marcus couldn't pinpoint exactly why he felt so strongly, but he did.
RE: shape of hope - NPC - 07-26-2025
Margot kicked at the snow-crusted logs as she stacked them. [say]"Well,”[/say] Margot said, shoving a log into place, [say]“what if you are Attuned?”[/say] She glanced sideways at her twin. [say]“What if it’s something soft? Or weird. What if you're some bird that flies away instead of staying?”[/say] Her voice cracked, and she hated it. She hadn't made the same decision as Marcus had, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. But she was sure of this -- she didn't want her brother to leave her. She paused, standing there with her fingers aching from the cold and the work, waiting for Marcus to asnwer her.
RE: shape of hope - Marcus - 07-26-2025
Marcus stooped to pick up a fallen log, setting it gently on the stack and brushing a cast of frost off of it. [say]“I won’t leave you, Margot,”[/say] he said firmly, eyebrows crossing together. [say]“Not ever. Not for the gods, not for a shift, not for anything.”[/say] He nudged her shoulder with his own, trying to make her smile.
He let out a short breath, then looked back at her. [say]“If I did shift into a bird... I’d still circle back. Always. I’d find you. You’re my nest, you know?”[/say] He half-grinned. Marcus was as determined as ever to ask his dad what they had talked about. To ask him to take him to Frey, to ask for attunement, for something to be close to Cordelia again.
FIN