Superior Vessel

Assembling

I will make a few chapters that merely explore other characters feelings and fears. Since this will not primarily be a Virion Leywin centered fic, though it is still like 95% about him. Yet I still wish to develop other characters since some of them will be a bit different then you think.

Anyway I got more plot and ideas that I have written up and already have the next few chapters planned, and events far in the future also planned. So we will see where I can improve upon and other stuff.

As always writing mistakes may occur and if that is the case, feel free to absolutely roast the fuck out of me until I begin crying.

Enjoy!

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Virion Leywin

''Happy eleventh birthday!''

Hugs were normal, weren't they? Yet it felt so alien, or perhaps foreign was the right word? Honestly, I could stand here for hours sorting out synonyms for that. But today was not a day to contemplate; today was a day of celebration. Since today was the special day where my sister Eleanor and I officially turned eleven.

The warmth from the touch slowly faded from my chest, and I turned slightly to look at my sister, who was smiling brightly. Her smile reminded me of a blooming rose, soft and radiant, lighting up the room with its quiet beauty. But I kept staring at her out of the corner out of my eye.

Eleanor was... not easy to deal with. She was good, really good at acting, to a degree that it even suprised me. But she had never been forced to use deception as a desperate need to survive, like I had. She had a cusp of talent for that, I suppose. But then again, she would never surpass me on that front.

A quick twitch at her lips, her eyes narrowing for a second. Her smile slipping for just a moment when she thought no one was watching, revealing the true face of a young girl in turmoil. I didn't need to feel it; her anger was bubbling under the surface, like a storm ready to break.

I never prided myself on my ability to connect to others, for my mastery in that craft was unrefined and incomplete. But seeing them? Understanding them, and by extension where they came from? Now that I could do.

Resentment, jealousy, maybe even hatred. Such feelings were directed toward me and our parents, and although a small part of me understood that, perhaps even sympathized with it, the other part of me simply... did not care.

I had so many plans going forward that I really just didn't have the time to deal with her right now. But on the other hand, I needed her to be emotionally stable since she was a valuable asset in a certain plan of mine going forward.

What to do? What to do? 

Well, it doesn't really matter; for now, let's just try to enjoy being young and a child again. A tiny part of my mind already knew it wouldn't last. The world kept spinning, and I observed quietly as my family argued over Ellie being too young for war despite me and her being the same age.

I understood both sides, so picking a side felt impossible since they were both right in their own ways. Instead of speaking up, I stayed quiet as a mouse until things calmed down. But, of course, there was another reason for that as well.

It was best not to interfere. If I really wanted to fix our relationship, I needed to let her have a full-blown outburst. She had to get all her feelings and doubts out so I could understand what was bothering her and how to make it better.