[how many times has she told herself that? not often. perhaps every time life got hard, or it was challenging to decipher the tomes her father left for her and kirei never bothered to properly instruct her in... but this was a decision rin made long ago. she could just have easily thrown it all away. it's doubtful anyone would stop her.
she is a product of magi ambition, a life born to be a carrier for magic and contribute more discoveries to a growing list. did her talent and her interest please tokiomi? yes. did she appreciate tokiomi's affection? yes, because there was so little of it every shred was special, and she felt he loved her even if he didn't show it, he was never like kirei. did she choose this life because of her obligation to her family? yes.
but it was all her choice. it was never a case of blindly following her father's last instructions—to imply as much insults her. for all she knows caren is nothing more than a bully. this is clearly just to aggravate her, and if she gives in, it will be by her own will...
mentioning her mother and sakura tilts that wavering self-restraint into action mode.
some slights she cannot tolerate.
aoi's death is still fresh in her mind. how could her mother have done anything, when she was forever locked in that dream-world that made her heart ache each time she talked to her? it was years.
rin steps up to caren and, without pausing, grabs her by the front of her clothing. this is happening. or maybe just a threat will work. the loss of her magic is less debilitating than caren might believe.
it still isn't because the other girl has any power over her, to rin, but that she's allowed herself to defend what's precious to her—sakura remains someone like that.]
Listen to me, you little tramp. I could care less about who you are and what your story is. I don't even know how you've figured out so much about me, but trust me, if you wanted to chip just one tiny piece off of my armor, it would be impossible.
[the words are hissed; her body is close. this is meant so no one else hears or sees, and they're alone.]
no subject
she is a product of magi ambition, a life born to be a carrier for magic and contribute more discoveries to a growing list. did her talent and her interest please tokiomi? yes. did she appreciate tokiomi's affection? yes, because there was so little of it every shred was special, and she felt he loved her even if he didn't show it, he was never like kirei. did she choose this life because of her obligation to her family? yes.
but it was all her choice. it was never a case of blindly following her father's last instructions—to imply as much insults her. for all she knows caren is nothing more than a bully. this is clearly just to aggravate her, and if she gives in, it will be by her own will...
mentioning her mother and sakura tilts that wavering self-restraint into action mode.
some slights she cannot tolerate.
aoi's death is still fresh in her mind. how could her mother have done anything, when she was forever locked in that dream-world that made her heart ache each time she talked to her? it was years.
rin steps up to caren and, without pausing, grabs her by the front of her clothing. this is happening. or maybe just a threat will work. the loss of her magic is less debilitating than caren might believe.
it still isn't because the other girl has any power over her, to rin, but that she's allowed herself to defend what's precious to her—sakura remains someone like that.]
Listen to me, you little tramp. I could care less about who you are and what your story is. I don't even know how you've figured out so much about me, but trust me, if you wanted to chip just one tiny piece off of my armor, it would be impossible.
[the words are hissed; her body is close. this is meant so no one else hears or sees, and they're alone.]
Leave my mother and my sister out of this.