the reason he detested royalty was reality, not their conceptual existence. he hated the politics, the fake images and careful plays. the only thing that he had always wanted was the freedom of doing as he pleased, not as others saw him fit to do. independence, to a degree, was the reason why he tended to think himself above his sister. she stuck to rules and the such, went more conventional ways while he simply did not accept others standing in his way. he WAS royal, he was proud and powerful and cunning and he was completely aware of it— it only happened to be the case that he thought himself above all those others, too, and yet they kept biting at his heels and tying him down.
biyu’s words sent a brief flash of anger through him. he had spent years collecting, gathering things to expose them for EVERYTHING, very much intended on including himself for good measure, did not mean to waste a single dirty little secret. to think that an unforgivable curse and the absolute peak of pain was what it took for his sister to finally act, and in a way that made years of suffering seem USELESS was beyond enraging. the few seconds of tightly curled fingers and a fastened pulse were enough for ashtor to raise his head, form curling a little more tightly around the slytherin’s neck, nearly earning a hiss form him, though he swallowed it and let GO. he could not claim not to have considered this outcome a possibility, after all.
he half wished he could have seen their faces. things would have been different between the siblings then, too, but the way it was left him feeling cold. at leas tit was over with. he could always make a trip to bring in more evidence, for good measure. it was a possibility to consider when he felt stronger again. for the time being the whispers of how pathetic she looked and how she was no better than them, stripping him of that one satisfaction at the end of it all whirred through his head, spiteful and sharp, but weak. she WAS softer than him, but he was not made of stone entirely, either. it took him a somewhat begrudging exhale before he opened one hand, resting it on the bed near her in an effort to keep her hands from clutching the chair further.
She did believe she had NO ONE in the world anymore, no family to fall back on to, shunned for the action she took, for reaching her threshold of what she was willing to stand, what she could turn a blind eye too. Nor did she have that many FRIENDS she could count on, not one that she’d actually trust, except perhaps Nova who was just as cold as she was. And Yulan--- well undoubtedly he hated her more now; hated her for not being able to stand up to them in the past and hated her from stripping him of any means of vengeance he could still have. She never could understand why he kept rebelling, why he kept doing EVERYTHING they didn’t want them to do when he knew what the consequences would be, what he would have to suffer for his misbehaviour but she thought she understood now.
Because despite it all, despite all the loneliness that overtook her, despite the fact that she felt more of a mess than a human being worthy of calling herself NOBLE, despite losing EVERYTHING she thought she had, even the ONE THING that felt more like a part of her than anything else -- she’d do it again.
She wasn’t sure why. She was neither selfless or particularly caring and she and Yulan had never been CLOSE but thinking that the torture he had to endure would have been repeated over and over again, possibly until he’d be driven mad made her feel sick, made her feel cold and angry. And YES, she lost JADE, the one thing in the world that meant to her more than anything, her companion and friend, her EXTENSION to a degree no one would understand but perhaps YULAN himself. And he would leave her, too, she thought, in his anger, in his apathy, leaving her behind like NOTHING; she was almost certain of it. But it seemed like her brother still had a few surprises left in him, dragging her out of her spiral of pity and self loathing and sadness to stare at the offered hand for a moment, lips parted in surprise and hands immediately relaxing.
Hesitantly, her fingers lifted, paused in the air before they slowly fell against his palm, tips barely touching the centre of his hand as her shoulders begun to shake with effort to keep a new stream of tears from rolling down her cheeks. She still thought she’d be left alone after this, after school is out and they’d have to go back ‘home’ but at least, with this, she knew she still had him SOMEWHERE in the world, if only barely. ❛ They killed Jade. ❜ She heard herself whisper, eyes closing to try and stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks despite it all. ❛ She just-- she’s gone. ❜ She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, when she had promised herself she would not speak of her own punishment to him but the words spilled off her tongue before she could stop them, the rest suffocated when her teeth dug deeply on the inside of her lower lip to keep herself from speaking again.
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