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#&& 🌟two sides of the same coin two halves of one soul // freya #&& 🌟blood is thicker than water I’d shed mine for you // evan #&& 🔥I’ll make you understand why storms are named after people // {{ annalise }}

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#&& 🌟blood is thicker than water I’d shed mine for you // evan #&& 🌟two sides of the same coin two halves of one soul // freya #&& 🔥I’ll make you understand why storms are named after people // {{ annalise }}

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#&& 🌟blood is thicker than water I’d shed mine for you // evan #&& 🔥I’ll make you understand why storms are named after people // {{ annalise }}

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#&& 🔥I’ll make you understand why storms are named after people // {{ annalise }}

freyarxsier:

She didn’t know what there was to say. Annalise had made her thoughts on her very clear on the matter. If she had just needed a moment to think she wouldn’t have stayed away for a month, wouldn’t have completely cut her out for that long. And yet, here she was, looking at her with these big, sad eyes like she was meant to completely forget and move on like she hadn’t been completely brushed aside by her twin like she didn’t even matter – she was meant to just forget that after everything they had been through together, everything that Freya had protected her from and taken on so that Annalise, someone who wasn’t at all suited for the Death Eater lifestyle, didn’t have too that she was expendable in the end. She hadn’t been worth an owl or a message or anything else, not worth the truth. She hadn’t been allowed to explain or to give her the details of what had happened. When it came down to it, when things had gotten hard, Anna had abandoned her same as their mother had. But she supposed that was how it always had been – Anna had been like their mother, avoidance and running her specialty. She was like their father, unafraid to do the things that needed to be done in the end. Freya wasn’t as cold as him, and her motivations were different. But she would always do the dirty work for her siblings, always throw herself head on into it so they didn’t have to. It didn’t matter that she liked the power that came with it. It didn’t matter that she liked the chaos of it all. It didn’t matter that she had found a way to thrive in this world, because when it came down to it she didn’t have any more of a choice than Evan did – she just wore it all better. She just found a way to take the power back and to make it work for her. She found a way to thrive in the midst of it all.

But she supposed the difference between Anna and their mother was that she had come back. Maybe that was their burden – to take on the worst of their parents and find a way to turn it into a positive. If there was one thing she was sure of it was that the three of them – Freya, Annalise, and Evan – would come out of this war alive and on top of whatever side it was that they chose in the end.

So yes, she was angry. And she was hurt. But Annalise was her sister, her twin, and she knew nothing between them was irreparable in the end. She knew that there was nothing her sister could do to really make her hate her. She nodded, turning to the fridge to reach for the wine, figuring they’d need a bit to make it through this conversation. “I stayed with Victoria the past week and a half or so,” she admitted, pouring a healthy glass for the both of them and passing one to Anna. Usually she’d have dug into the dough to help, but she needed to get this wine in her before it was her turn to say anything, to dull the anger she was feeling. Because as raw as it was, she still didn’t want to hurt her. “Go ahead,” she said softly, setting her wine down and hopping up onto the counter to sit.

...

For the first time since their mother had disappeared to America and left them all behind to carry the burden of their father’s expectations, Annalise could understand how Elena could have made that choice. In some ways it was a lot easier to run than to face the painful choice between conscience and family. Elena couldn’t stand to stay and watch her children follow a path that she didn’t agree with. Annalise had been angry with her mother for years for that decision, but now she had nearly made a similar one. Years of superiority, of believing that she would never be that selfish, and yet here she was: trying to figure out how to repair her relationship with Freya after a month of running.

Abandoning the dough, Annalise grabbed a towel to wipe off her hands and sat down on one of the stools that sat near the island she had been working on. “I...I’m glad you weren’t here alone. I’ve been staying with Priya.” Priya had understood what she was going through, and it was nice to have that, but unless you were a twin, no one could understand it completely. There was no one out there who knew Annalise like Freya did, and she had missed that synchrony that came so naturally to them.

Annalise sighed, taking a moment to put her head on straight before she spoke. “I’m sorry, Frey,” she said softly, looking down for a moment before meeting her sister’s eyes. “I was a huge fucking coward, and I shouldn’t have stayed away for a month. I just...the attack on St. Mungo’s shook me. After seeing all of that...I...I can’t just bury my head in the sand anymore and pretend that there’s not a war going on out there, a war that you are fighting in.” She gave her twin a pleading look, hoping that Freya would be able to understand. “I can’t keep living as if none of this exists, but I can’t fight for a side that you’re not on, either.” She was silent for a moment, her own mind still jumbled about what her next step was supposed to be. “After the attack, I can’t turn a blind eye to your role in this war. But...I can’t turn my back on you either. You’re my sister. You’re the other half of my soul.” She sighed. “I just...didn’t know what to do. Can you understand that?”

#&& 🌟two sides of the same coin two halves of one soul // freya #&freya.004

freyarxsier:

As enjoyable as spending time with Victoria was, as nice as it was not to feel tense in her own home, she knew that she needed to leave. So, a few days after the carnival, she packed her things into the small suitcase she had brought with her, said her goodbyes, and went on her way. It was late enough that if Anna had returned home, something she hadn’t asked at the festival in her haste to end the conversation before it really got started, she had probably already gone to sleep. She stepped into the flat, dragging her suitcase behind her, pausing at the light in the hall, one that she knew she knew she had turned off before she left last week. So Anna had come home after all. Interesting.

When she heard her call her name from the kitchen she let out a profound sigh, leaving her suitcase by the couch before walking down the hall and into the kitchen. She paused to flick a light on, making sure the lighting didn’t necessarily match her mood. Stepping into the kitchen she leaned against the counter, dropping her keys into the small bowl they kept on the island. She didn’t say anything for awhile, not sure she had all the much to offer. Nothing had changed for her, not in her actions or her unchanging belief that she would support her siblings through anything. Most days she liked the idea of knocking Evan out and shipping him to some of his good influence friends in a giant box with holes punched throughout. The both of them could sign up for the Order and actively fight against her, and nothing would change for her. They were the most important thing, the most important people. But apparently Anna didn’t share that feeling, and it was okay – just something she’d have to come to terms with. She just wasn’t sure that that day was today. “Hey,” she said eventually. “Sorry, I thought you might be asleep.”

...

Annalise heard her sister sigh at the sound of her voice, and she flinched slightly, her nerves only increasing. She knew that she deserved any hostility that Freya showed her, but that didn’t make it easy to receive. Anna could count on one hand the amount of times that she and Freya had been in a real fight, and none of them had been quite as bad as this. This wasn’t some spat born out of annoyance or typical sibling frustration. This was a distance that Annalise had once believed was not possible between them, and she felt it like a physical pain. Different as they were in some ways, Freya was the other half of Annalise’s soul. A month of not talking to one another, a month of distance and awkwardness and resentment -- it had worn her down.

So when Freya stepped into the kitchen and stared at her, it took Annalise a long time to find the courage to speak. She knew that Freya wouldn’t stay mad at her forever, that they would figure this out. Obviously they would -- they were the Rosier siblings, and Annalise knew that all three of them valued their sibling bond more than anything else in the world. But the knowledge that they would work this out didn’t make it any easier to see firsthand the way her distance and doubts had hurt her twin sister. Freya wouldn’t show it in a way that anyone else would pick up on, but Annalise could read her better than anyone, and the distance in her eyes said it all. Freya was hurt. “No,” she said softly, motioning to the bowl of dough. “I was just passing the time. I was hoping you would be coming home, actually.” She looked down at what she was doing, then poured the dough out onto the counter to roll out and cut into scones. “Can we...can we talk?”

#&freya.004 #&& 🌟two sides of the same coin two halves of one soul // freya

After the awkward encounter with her siblings at the Ministry’s Halloween party, Annalise knew that she needed to corner her twin and talk this all out sooner rather than later. She had left it for far too long, really, had given into her coward side. Freya would never show it, and to anyone else it would look like indifference or annoyance, but Anna could tell right away from their interaction that her sister was hurt. And really, Annalise couldn’t blame her. Freya was no dummy, of course she had figured out by now that Anna was avoiding her, and Anna was sure that she had connected the dots to the attack on the ministry. Maybe it was hypocritical for Annalise to feel weird about Freya fighting and not Evan, but it wasn’t the same, not really. Fighting as a Death Eater wasn’t Evan’s choice -- it wasn’t what he wanted. But Freya had willingly signed on. Still, Freya was her twin, and that meant something to Annalise. She had thought long and hard about where she stood in this war, and she had come to the decision that her mother had not made: she stood with her family.

Annalise decided that this confrontation would go over better if they were in private, so she returned home one afternoon and waited for Freya to come back to the flat. Anna had been staying with Priya during her soul searching, but she had to admit that it was nice to be home. And once she sorted things out with Freya, she would be able to relax. Annalise hadn’t fully figured what her decision meant -- did standing with her siblings mean she should become a Death Eater? Or was it enough to keep going the way things had been? Somehow, it didn’t feel as if they could go back to the way things had been. So what?

After a couple hours of waiting, Annalise felt jittery, and stood up from the couch to enter the kitchen. Maybe she’d start baking something, and Freya could join in when she arrived home -- that would be an icebreaker, and even if not, at least it gave Annalise something to do with all of this nervous energy. She had her hands elbow deep in a batch of dough for scones when she heard the door open, and she froze, her stomach going wild with nerves. “Freya?”

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