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Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Dec 25, 2023 20:23:15 GMT -5
As the night settled down, kids finally on their way after they had their curiosity sated and were thoroughly scared, Zerori could feel a sense of satisfaction that she hadn’t felt in an uncomfortable amount of time. Specifically ever since she’d come to the Mortal Realm, actually. Sure, there were some redeeming moments on her birthdays, but in comparison to the loneliness? This entire day had been like a much needed salve over a festering but invisible wound. While her sister preferred to lounge on her broom in the air, Zerori had opted to rough it out onto the wood chips that made up the playground area. She unwrapped pieces of candy from below, popping them in her mouth just before her sister spoke. She chewed with a grin, swallowing a moment later to toss in, “It takes some getting used to! Not always the same every time, either,” She informed with amusement.
To the question of whether she’d always done this, Zerori had to think for a moment before answering, “No, we don’t do this kind of thing in Hell. I mean- it’s a little complicated, but our clan traditionally used this time to strike deals and gain influence. All I wanted was to see Earth. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to ever come here until the Rite of Trial but when I heard all of Mom’s stories of her time ON Earth, I… y’know, wanted to see it for myself.” She tossed a grin up at her sister, “The resistance between the realms being so thin helped a lot once I knew I could teleport, too.”
The moment was light, peaceful and felt like the kind of quiet that Zerori could appreciate… yet just as most good things came to an end, so too did the feeling as she heard her sister’s words hesitate oddly. She furrowed her brow, leaning up on her elbows as cocked her head in confusion. She’s never had a birthday? Zerori thought in passing, trying to wrap her head around the idea of not celebrating something like that with your family. Except, in all this ‘sisterhood’ that was new to both of them, Zerori had forgotten that Zuq didn’t share the same childhood she did.
She didn’t have a mom and, from what she recalled of the message that she kept (but hadn’t listened to in a while) she - and by extension, they - didn’t have a Dad anymore, either. Clearly, he didn’t care as much about Zuqetta as the nearly whole of the Chakkapak had done for her.
Watching her sister’s shoulders shudder like a broken clockwork anima, Zerori had only just gotten to her feet before her sister was adjusting on the broom - hiding her face with her hat to no doubt hide the tears she could hear from miles away. More attempts to speak only made the concern on Zerori’s face deepen into a cringe of pain. Whatever it was she was trying to say - needed to say - Zerori had to be patient. What was said, though, chilled her.
A long, tense, moment filled the silence as she held her sister’s tear-stained gaze. Her mind struggled with what to say because what raced in her mind was a plethora of thoughts. ‘I knew that already.’ ‘Looking for him doesn’t matter anymore’ ‘He was an asshole anyway, right?’ And as much as they were very true thoughts and feelings, they felt more like excuses than any form of acceptance. This, what her sister was feeling, mattered more than a man she’d never met in her life and never gave a damn to ever try in his.
With a step forward, Zerori would attempt to pull her sister into a hug - tight enough to hopefully convey what she was sure her words wouldn’t bring justice to. “Y-yeah, I… I knew. I figured; smart like that, y’know?” She’d say with a bit of teasing within her own voice weighed down by emotion. “I don’t care about that. ‘Bout him… but that doesn’t mean you should hold this shit in, either. I ain’t mad. Not about you killing him or hiding it from me.” She bit her lip, feeling the cut of her own fangs nearly pierce the skin. “You ran, didn’t even give me the chance to say this to you the first time. You ain’t goin’ anywhere, so I’m sayin’ it now.” She hissed, finally finishing. “I got you. That’s the best thing he ever did for me. A-And the best thing he gave you was me! You got it?!” Hiding the way her breath hitched behind aggression, Zerori squeezed a bit harder to make it sink in that thick head of her’s.
To the question of whether she’d always done this, Zerori had to think for a moment before answering, “No, we don’t do this kind of thing in Hell. I mean- it’s a little complicated, but our clan traditionally used this time to strike deals and gain influence. All I wanted was to see Earth. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to ever come here until the Rite of Trial but when I heard all of Mom’s stories of her time ON Earth, I… y’know, wanted to see it for myself.” She tossed a grin up at her sister, “The resistance between the realms being so thin helped a lot once I knew I could teleport, too.”
The moment was light, peaceful and felt like the kind of quiet that Zerori could appreciate… yet just as most good things came to an end, so too did the feeling as she heard her sister’s words hesitate oddly. She furrowed her brow, leaning up on her elbows as cocked her head in confusion. She’s never had a birthday? Zerori thought in passing, trying to wrap her head around the idea of not celebrating something like that with your family. Except, in all this ‘sisterhood’ that was new to both of them, Zerori had forgotten that Zuq didn’t share the same childhood she did.
She didn’t have a mom and, from what she recalled of the message that she kept (but hadn’t listened to in a while) she - and by extension, they - didn’t have a Dad anymore, either. Clearly, he didn’t care as much about Zuqetta as the nearly whole of the Chakkapak had done for her.
Watching her sister’s shoulders shudder like a broken clockwork anima, Zerori had only just gotten to her feet before her sister was adjusting on the broom - hiding her face with her hat to no doubt hide the tears she could hear from miles away. More attempts to speak only made the concern on Zerori’s face deepen into a cringe of pain. Whatever it was she was trying to say - needed to say - Zerori had to be patient. What was said, though, chilled her.
A long, tense, moment filled the silence as she held her sister’s tear-stained gaze. Her mind struggled with what to say because what raced in her mind was a plethora of thoughts. ‘I knew that already.’ ‘Looking for him doesn’t matter anymore’ ‘He was an asshole anyway, right?’ And as much as they were very true thoughts and feelings, they felt more like excuses than any form of acceptance. This, what her sister was feeling, mattered more than a man she’d never met in her life and never gave a damn to ever try in his.
With a step forward, Zerori would attempt to pull her sister into a hug - tight enough to hopefully convey what she was sure her words wouldn’t bring justice to. “Y-yeah, I… I knew. I figured; smart like that, y’know?” She’d say with a bit of teasing within her own voice weighed down by emotion. “I don’t care about that. ‘Bout him… but that doesn’t mean you should hold this shit in, either. I ain’t mad. Not about you killing him or hiding it from me.” She bit her lip, feeling the cut of her own fangs nearly pierce the skin. “You ran, didn’t even give me the chance to say this to you the first time. You ain’t goin’ anywhere, so I’m sayin’ it now.” She hissed, finally finishing. “I got you. That’s the best thing he ever did for me. A-And the best thing he gave you was me! You got it?!” Hiding the way her breath hitched behind aggression, Zerori squeezed a bit harder to make it sink in that thick head of her’s.
WC: 810
TWC: 3580
TWC: 3580
