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then find him if you are so curious.   i’m certain he is still alive,    wallowing away in his robes and eternal misery.    

@illedkin   ╬═    because a part of me wonders,  just where he could have gone.  it's been only years for you,  theo.

katrine is the more——expressive,   of my children yes.   but she means well    .. although i suppose the certain insolence she carries is merely genetic

@illedkin   ╬═    how lovely they all are.  does she    ..always have such a visibly scornful expression?

haunts  /you and our father/  maybe.   i do believe i was given grace      ..  i think of her all the time,    some days more intense than others.    days where i can feel her gentle touch upon my shoulder——and others where there is nothing more than a disconnect

@illedkin   ╬═    our mother haunts us more than you'd like to know.    [  the witch replies,  santiago's eyes flicker over to his sister.  ]    do you?

@heartsiphoner    ╬═     no,   /no/.  let's move on from this conversation.

may i ask why?  (…)  

@heartsiphoner   ╬═     it's different that,  it's not the same.    [  he whispers,  head hung low and his eyes fall close.  ]    but yes,  i am patient with you.

@heartsiphoner   ╬═    if it were smaller in size.  then,  yes,  perhaps i have.  could you tell me it's colour? 

around here,  yes.  it’s hard to miss so,  think again.  really hard.

@heartsiphoner    ╬═    a three  —   headed dragon?  i don't believe i have   ..is that common.

@heartsiphoner    ╬═    [  santiago hopes to search for a lie,  and that maybe—maybe he'd be able to find one.  however he watches alistair carefully,  and he can't help but feel his heart skip a beat at their words.  ]    i am selfish,  an arrogant which i am.  yet still,  i have not deterred you.

i am a fool for you,  such disappointment does not exist when i look at you even if it should.  [  a pause,  white irises staring into golden,  warm hues.  though his voice rings cruelty,  alistair only sees the light of the sun staring back at them,  ]   even now,  when a part of me is angry at you & your jealousy  (…)   you selfish,  arrogant witch,  you.

@heartsiphoner   ╬═    and does my heart not beat enough for you to realize that i,  am the same as you?    [  santiago is the first to stiffen,  it was the first time he had ever come to terms with this.  with them.  the witch searches,  searches for any lie in the undead's gaze.  /there's nothing/,  and something snaps inside as he reaches forward—yet hesitates.  ]    then i would be selfish enough to ask you to succumb to such nature.  for you might be more disappointed in me,  to have craved for such depravity.    [  his breathing deepens,  and he leans closer,  unphased by the way metal stings his nose.  ]