11-18-2018, 06:23 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Family was as peculiar a subject as anything in Agathe's life. She had never been privileged enough to meet her mother or the man she had fallen for, the former passing during childbirth and the latter either not knowing of her existence or too terrified to approach what had been named the heir in her mother's steed. But she had grown up relatively okay with the lack of parental support in her life, instead blindly following the teachings of her matron and grandmother as she cast aside what would have been a relatively peaceful nature in favor of one crazed by the idea of spilling blood and war.
Once, and only once, her grandmother had mentioned her sister by blood, and though the girl had never been in Agathe's life, she sometimes entertained an existence where she was. Maybe if she had had the guidance of a sister, she wouldn't have felt so alone - so alienated - while commanding her subordinates. It was ironic that she was blood sworn to each of them and even more so that she was, by clan law, forced to refer to them as sisters.
But that life had been left in the past, nothing more than a collection of brutal memories that sometimes haunted her when she least expected them to. Agathe had no family within the Ascendants and frankly, had no interest in that changing. She was better off by herself- attachments and connections just thawed that frozen heart of hers a little more. But she possessed enough emotional intelligence to figure out what was happening as she stopped before Billie, Atbash, and Kris, lips twisted into that signature frown of hers. "Sometimes attachments to our past are better off being cut." It was all the cloaked Seraph cared to provide, voice relatively apathetic as she turned a golden gaze towards the running water. She did not bother saying anything else nor did she care enough to, but this was the least she could do. She wasn't an entirely heartless monster anyways.
Once, and only once, her grandmother had mentioned her sister by blood, and though the girl had never been in Agathe's life, she sometimes entertained an existence where she was. Maybe if she had had the guidance of a sister, she wouldn't have felt so alone - so alienated - while commanding her subordinates. It was ironic that she was blood sworn to each of them and even more so that she was, by clan law, forced to refer to them as sisters.
But that life had been left in the past, nothing more than a collection of brutal memories that sometimes haunted her when she least expected them to. Agathe had no family within the Ascendants and frankly, had no interest in that changing. She was better off by herself- attachments and connections just thawed that frozen heart of hers a little more. But she possessed enough emotional intelligence to figure out what was happening as she stopped before Billie, Atbash, and Kris, lips twisted into that signature frown of hers. "Sometimes attachments to our past are better off being cut." It was all the cloaked Seraph cared to provide, voice relatively apathetic as she turned a golden gaze towards the running water. She did not bother saying anything else nor did she care enough to, but this was the least she could do. She wasn't an entirely heartless monster anyways.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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