『There was once a boy who had a father, mother, and younger sister. They were twins, born under the shining moon on the sixteenth of August.
Having golden hair resembling his father's, eyes shimmering like rubellites whenever he smiled. Pinky promis...
"Arius... I wonder who you take after with your personality."
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With a groan, Arius slumps against the couch. "What's up? How did Daddy react?" Athanasia asks without glancing at him, swiftly coloring the flowers.
Arius grumbles into the couch, hands pulling at his golden hair. "He said noooo~," he responds, squishing his cheeks in frustration. "And when I said the reason he laughed at me again."
Athanasia holds in her laughter, accidentally coloring outside the lines. "T-that's expected," she lets out. The Princess acts composed, but her quivering lips gave it off.
After a second, Arius begins punching the pillow in exasperation. He mumbles words cursing Claude. The similarities between the two became uncanny after such activities.
Settling down the crayon, Athanasia saves the unfortunate pillow by pulling it away. Arius stares at her with a pout.
"Why not try again, you know?" Athanasia starts, "Second time's the charm they say."
"I thought it was a third time," Arius comments which Athanasia responds with a Hush.
Arius seems to contemplate it, brows furrowed. He lays down on the couch while Athanasia resumes coloring. Minutes pass by before he stands up with valor.
"I'll go annoy him," Arius says with a glint.
Athanasia gives a dry laugh at this. "You sure Daddy won't get angry... Again," the Princess nonchalantly asks, leaning her head on her hand. "I mean, when you complained to him last time I heard he gained a headache."
Arius nods. He was already buttoning up his vest and fixing his shoelaces. "That's the point!" The Prince exclaims, "When someone is agitated when you want something they'll accept it just to make someone stop."
Athanasia gives her brother a blank look. The crayon tip breaks after she heard his statement, mumbling, "Who... Who was the unfortunate soul..."
Arius plasters another sullen look, a bit offended. "I didn't victimize anyone!" He exclaims with a huff. He then focuses back on his shoes. "I just did that when Vivienne wouldn't allow me to play, that's all," the Prince grumbles his answer.
Athanasia makes a scrunched-up face. She replaces the crayon while beginning with a new drawing. "Whatever, have fun," she greets him out.
At the door, he waves her goodbye. "Bye, bye, Athy!" Arius shouts before closing the door shut with a slam.
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Arius peeks through the open door. Felix had to keep the smile forming when he saw the Prince's little figure.
Arius had been there for the past five minutes. Even with those dagger-like eyes, Claude was unfazed at the burning stare.
The clock chimes. Claude's medium-paced writing halts as he sighs. His jeweled cerulean eyes move to Arius, the child flinching when he feels the gaze.
