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Amaris · 2/16/2024, 5:45 PM

Amaris could feel the coiling of his insides tighten and constrict at the sound of Aelia's words. A broken plea brought forth by the hindrance of his silence. Those words became a brand that seared across his flesh, burning and smoldering just beneath his skin. His ears would rear themselves back, falling to a place atop his crown as he fought the urge to drag his sunlit gaze away. He couldn't, but he threatened to try.

She didn't deserve this, he knew.

The bond shared between the twins was special, an unbroken agreement gathered and confirmed through the sanctity of their blood and souls. He imagined that no being in Elysium nor the world could ever understand the shared thoughts, feelings, and security between the sun and the moon. And he was breaking it. He was threatening that connection between them, chipping away at something once unbroken for the safety of a lie to remain hidden.

He didn't lie to Aelia.

A strangled whine, so quiet yet so broken, slipped from his maw as a gaze would search her own. It was a lie, all of it. Yet, the deceit did not just eat away at him, but his twin just as much. A chipping of her heart was evident across his own as that twisting feeling of nausea once more came to Amaris in waves.

What would Aelia think?

'Please,' she uttered through a sound that nearly broke the moon-kissed male.

I-- His words stuttered again, swallowing down a thickness that crept up his throat. I am not growing up without you, I promise.

Finally, his gaze would track to the water's calm surface as something shivered down his spine. He hated this. He hated lying. He hated Amaya for forcing him to deceive and manipulate all those he cared for around him.

It's a lie, he whispered, a voice no more than a squeak as he squeezed his eyes shut. His head fell to a place between his shoulders, shaking back and forth as he swallowed down the last bit of hidden courage he could accumulate. I had a dream where I was screaming, He recounted what Amaya had told him when he woke, hanging above his head with a smile, I was chasing or fighting something, I don't remember. His words were as quiet as the wind, She thought it a premonition, and I--

A silver-lined gaze tracked his sister's as a tail would unceremoniously hug the space between his legs, Aelia, I don't know what I saw. I don't--I can't...do what Amaya said I could. There. The truth. A kernel of that darkness that had been sweeping into his soul now bayed in response to his words, I lied.

His breath loosened a fraction as he breathed and a gaze would search the darkened horizon as if his dark-haired sister would be somehow watching, waiting with bated breaths to uncover the fraud that Amaris was. What would his mothers think? He couldn't tell anyone. It has to remain a secret, Aelia, please. He couldn't let his mothers know. He couldn't let Amaya know. Not his siblings---not anyone, but Aelia.

Only Aelia.

Amaris would swallow once more, dislodging the thick rock that had now lodged itself between his throat Come let us...investigate it, His eyes would flicker to her own, Together.

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