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AND ALL THIS DEVOTION WAS RUSHING OUT OF ME Brother. The word on the lips of his favourite sibling causes his melancholy mood to evaporate in a second. Perhaps it is wrong to have favourites, but Aelfwine is the only one of his numerous relatives to have seen him during his peak years. She'd known him when he was the Scimitar, when the mere mention of his name caused a ripple of fear through the bodies of whoever was unfortunate enough to whisper it. She'd known him when he and his crew could march upon anybody else and rise victorious, when their coffers swelled with loot and their bodies ran sleek with the scars of past battles. She'd known him when his swords could whirl around him in a blur, stained with the blood of his enemies. She'd seen his pride before his fall. She'd known his wife and son, too, the only one of his family privy to that personal bit of information, that broken little fragment of his heart. "Aelfwine," he greets warmly, a small huff of pleasure falling from his nostrils as she approaches. It's so good to see her again, to reacquaint his eyes with what she looks like and how she acts. Softly he plods forwards, trying to bump his muzzle to hers and gently knock his antlers against hers too, the brotherly greeting he's wanted to give her since the moment he laid eyes on her again. We have so much to talk about. They do, but the notion of it makes Bartholomeo give a small spasm of pain. Talking about what happened after is going to be one of the hardest things he's ever had to do. He keeps it filed away in the back of his mind, hidden behind his mask of joviality and friendliness, behind his pirate's bravado and roguish smile. Speaking about it will open up the tidal wave of emotions that he's kept hidden for so long, and he's not entirely sure he's ready for that. But he owes Aelfwine the truth. "Aye, we do. You first, sister. I'm dying to know what you've been up to in the last few years....and if you know what's happened to our brother to turn him from a shy virgin into a veritable womanizer." He forces his trademark rogue's grin, referring of course to Tilney and his sudden spate of babymaking. |
@Aelfwine !
