she’s grown accustomed to her sister arriving unannounced – has almost developed a suspicion that the younger blackthorn had managed to copy a key – but when her door opens and she hears the accusation, augie’s face reddens. “i’d never own that shade,” she sighs, barely managing to look up from her phone. she’s grown attached to it in spite of recent events, as though any moment she’ll receive a message form apollo alerting her he’s alright. that he only intended to pull a prank on cupid. that he’s coming home. no one would know from looking at her, from analyzing her actions carefully, dissecting her response to it all, but augie ached deeply for her brother. she feared the worst. “kind of cruel that someone is targeting you right now, t,” she finally relents, standing to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her sister’s ear. everything had to be perfect, and there would be no hugs from augie, but in her own way it was enough. “what’d they write? here lies the one who lies with everyone?” and she’s plastered on a smile, forced a tight laugh, high pitch and sharp, like it’s bubbled out of her. like it’s all she can manage.
“No one with any type of taste would, that’s the point. They’re throwing me off.” She pouts, a part of her figuring augie had little to nothing to do with any of it. but sometimes shouting into the familial void wielded results. Thea pauses in her dramatics, watching the way her sister clutches at her phone. A message won’t come, thea herself has come to accept that. Does she think cupid killed him? Not entirely. The likelihood of her brother popping back up like some shitty lifetime movie plot was all too likely in her own mind. Maybe even with magic amnesia? ugh. “Ha ha. Very funny. You’re not far off. They wrote whore. Misspelled and sloppy, but point made none the less.” She eyes her, making a shooing motion at the other to head back to their chair. “Please, I don’t need you to fake laugh for me, it sounded psycho to be honest. Just like, sit Augs. It’s ok to miss him.”
