Both younger siblings focused on color, and where Nigredo contemplated past mistakes, Albedo's mind blanked to nearly nothing as the eldest came at them at a near run--his body only tensed as if waiting for an attack. Even as he knew-- Knew this Rubedo was true, though hadn't he learned?! How willing it was for his twin to harm him, and--
And nothing. Nothing. No. He couldn't. And anyway-- That Rubedo might not have been theirs. And this one might not be either.
When Nigredo stepped back from a curious mix of panic and fear, Albedo stepped forward despite his own wanting, a hand discretely out in front of his brother as if to protect. As if that would matter if this one tried. Rubedo was always better at maiming them in heart rather than in form. Despite the promises given of destruction.
...Do you kill me in the future, too? Rubedo?
Albedo's mind fractured quietly, the only thing maintaining stability being Nigredo's presence. He reached his waveform backwards, tracing his younger brother's--a gentle reminder. I'm here. And Albedo would not step aside for his twin if he meant to harm the youngest.
And yet still, when he spoke, the bravado shook in his voice, tones trembling. (Rubedo. Rubedo.) Albedo was fooling no one. "My, and you say this? Shouldn't we be saying that to you?"
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And nothing. Nothing. No. He couldn't. And anyway-- That Rubedo might not have been theirs. And this one might not be either.
When Nigredo stepped back from a curious mix of panic and fear, Albedo stepped forward despite his own wanting, a hand discretely out in front of his brother as if to protect. As if that would matter if this one tried. Rubedo was always better at maiming them in heart rather than in form. Despite the promises given of destruction.
...Do you kill me in the future, too? Rubedo?
Albedo's mind fractured quietly, the only thing maintaining stability being Nigredo's presence. He reached his waveform backwards, tracing his younger brother's--a gentle reminder. I'm here. And Albedo would not step aside for his twin if he meant to harm the youngest.
And yet still, when he spoke, the bravado shook in his voice, tones trembling. (Rubedo. Rubedo.) Albedo was fooling no one. "My, and you say this? Shouldn't we be saying that to you?"