November 22, 2017, 10:27:26 PM
Thetis spends so much time following people around, Her mistress, her wayward children, her mothers sometimes even. But, during the past few days she had made a point to try to be where her brother was, she never hid from him, but never spoke a word either. It wasn’t time for that yet. She knew little of him other than the sin he had been born out of. She wasn’t all that interested in him, he didn’t offer anything to her Rosa, or too her way of life.
He wasn’t a beneficial stepping stone or a particularly interesting plaything. But still, she had a duty to do, it was time that he was no longer a child, time he did something for them.
She approaches him as he overlooks the slaves. “Brother” she would call. “What are you looking at?” she smiles a bit, “Pathetic, aren’t they, its…unfortunate that they don’t accept our religion.” She would shake her head, lightly, hair that covered her empty, ruined eye pushed to the side, a white rose was tied around it, a makeshift eyepatch hiding the spot.
“Tell me” she would say, after a few moments, “Have you ever been in love” She thinks of Mistress Gigantea, her beautiful forumShe had to question him of course, she wanted to know who he was and what he stood for, was he compassionate, and gentle. Harsh and Cruel. Fierce and Fiery. She wasn’t sure.
Love was one of the only things she understood enough to judge someone by. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting long shadows over the valley, dramatic light hitting them. “Your old enough now, to join the valley.” She would say after a few moments of letting him answer. “As an adult.” She was an unfair woman, brooding and jealous. She could be terrible at times. He was nothing to her though, not in that way. “Tell me Crux, what do you want to do, for this valley.” She thinks of herself, her realization of how wonderful serving the White Rosa was, how all her hopes and dreams were answered.
Did he know he was a heathen? Would he leave one day too. “You know, Two of our brothers ran away, to the outside, what do you think about that?” Her look is serious as she stands beside him before stepping forward. “Let’s walk and look at the slaves.” She would order, curious at how he reacted.
She needed to know things first, before she truly tested him.
She had one last final question, “Is there anything you’re afraid of” she thinks of her orphans, of Anamelech leaving her, she thinks of the war an Ezekiel leaving, and remembers that at night sometimes she thinks she would have been happier if she left. They all had fears.
He wasn’t a beneficial stepping stone or a particularly interesting plaything. But still, she had a duty to do, it was time that he was no longer a child, time he did something for them.
She approaches him as he overlooks the slaves. “Brother” she would call. “What are you looking at?” she smiles a bit, “Pathetic, aren’t they, its…unfortunate that they don’t accept our religion.” She would shake her head, lightly, hair that covered her empty, ruined eye pushed to the side, a white rose was tied around it, a makeshift eyepatch hiding the spot.
“Tell me” she would say, after a few moments, “Have you ever been in love” She thinks of Mistress Gigantea, her beautiful forumShe had to question him of course, she wanted to know who he was and what he stood for, was he compassionate, and gentle. Harsh and Cruel. Fierce and Fiery. She wasn’t sure.
Love was one of the only things she understood enough to judge someone by. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting long shadows over the valley, dramatic light hitting them. “Your old enough now, to join the valley.” She would say after a few moments of letting him answer. “As an adult.” She was an unfair woman, brooding and jealous. She could be terrible at times. He was nothing to her though, not in that way. “Tell me Crux, what do you want to do, for this valley.” She thinks of herself, her realization of how wonderful serving the White Rosa was, how all her hopes and dreams were answered.
Did he know he was a heathen? Would he leave one day too. “You know, Two of our brothers ran away, to the outside, what do you think about that?” Her look is serious as she stands beside him before stepping forward. “Let’s walk and look at the slaves.” She would order, curious at how he reacted.
She needed to know things first, before she truly tested him.
She had one last final question, “Is there anything you’re afraid of” she thinks of her orphans, of Anamelech leaving her, she thinks of the war an Ezekiel leaving, and remembers that at night sometimes she thinks she would have been happier if she left. They all had fears.