Lux listened to her brother silently, feeling sadness taking over as she noticed the pain within each word he spoke. It hurt her so much to see her brother in such a state. Way too much. The usual vibrant glow in her eyes had faded rapidly as she dropped her gaze, staring at the tableâs surface. The moonâs glow was reflected upon it, directly toward the two of them. The young mage was clueless as to what to say or do, the pain she felt was more than she could handle. If she would know who that woman was, she would most likely slap that woman tback to her senses. Lux canât just sit there and take it like itâs a normal thing to do. Why would one confuse her brother like that? Why canât that woman just be straightforward with her feelings toward Luxâs brother? Lux doesnât know and perhaps will never know, and that bothered her quite a bit.
âGaren..â The blonde began in a low voice, raising her gaze back up and tilting her head so she could look at him, raising her left hand to cup his cheek, pushing his head so he would look back down at her. A brief sigh broke the silence between the two, then her voice, âNever apologize to me again for telling me what bothers you and letting your feelings out. You may be the big brother, but even you have times when you need someone to stand tall for you. Iâm here, and I will always be. Iâm your sister, if young or old.â The blonde rose herself to stand infront of her brother, keeping her hand on his cheek, âIf you wonât come back to your senses, Garen, I will need to make you come back.â Lux said with a little grit of her teeth. Her eyes were focused on her brotherâs face and her breathing seemed to have quickened over the past few seconds, her face holding a rather angry look upon it. She was angry, quite angry, about this matter. She didnât understand the woman, but couldnât understand her brother either. Her feelings were torn between anger and care. She wished to care for her brother and not do what she was about to, but she was also angry enough to do anything to get her brother back to his senses. Even if it would hurt alot.
With a little scream and a tear rolling down her cheek, the mageâs left hand rose up only to smack back down against the cheek of Garen. She didnât care if he would get mad about it, she didnât even care if he would hate her for it, but she had enough of this! She couldnât watch her brother sit on the couch at night, pouring bottles of alcohol down his throat and having trouble falling asleep, all because of one woman. This isnât the way to deal with such a situation and she couldnât get the grasp of why it drove her brother to do these things, but she still tried to get him to realize that crying about the one he cares for and not doing anything wouldnât solve the situation. She had to prove him that fighting was a better choice!
Now she stood there, her hand still in the air and her teeth still rubbing against eachother, a few more tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. Silence was kept between the two for a few more moments, untill Luxâs voice rose once more, âFight..â She said lowly, swallowing a lump in her throat, âFight, Garen! Get yourself together and fight for what you want!â Her voice began to rise as her small rant continued, âYou wonât get anything with just sitting here, getting drunk and crying about the fact that she drives you mad! GET YOURSELF TOGETHER AND FIGHT FOR WHAT YOU WANT MOST, BROTHER!â Luxanna yelled as she stared Garen down with wide, watery eyes. Her breathing had quickened even more and her hands were clenched into fists. She will smack him again if he continues keeping this bullshit up.
((I OVERDID IT. OMG IM SO SORRY, GAREN. O_O))
