#aes: rishta

[oh-atlas]

RISHTA AELLO-AGRYOS

“I can feel it being torn from my hands; my innocence This change is all so permanent Can't you see the change in me? It's all so permanent.”

(x)

[oh-atlas]

idk what to title this but i’m just gunna drop some siblings that aren’t really siblings anymore here because i’m mclosing it i love them...

In some ways, it was like looking in a mirror. The two surviving Zaturas had the same chiseled, facial features. Slim noses, sharp jaws, and deep-set piercing eyes. The only difference is that Rishta's hair was fair red, skin blooming with freckles.

They studied each other, unsure of what to say. Each one calculating the other in the exact same way. It was as if there was a sheet of ice between them. Ferro was still underwater, lips blue and cold, drowning under frigid water while Rishta looked down from the surface.

"I watched you die." He spoke first; the memory of a knife across a throat cut the quiet.

She blinked, "Yes."

There was silence. They went back to analyzing each other, unsure of where they stood. Were they siblings? As far as he knew Rishta had found a new family, aunts and mothers in the city rife with crime. And he had Rosha and the mercenaries. What he knew of his sister is that she was dangerous, smart, and made just as much of a weapon as he had been. They were both survivors. Rishta more than him. In some ways he was envious of what she had been given; she was graced by a god.

"Do you remember when we were young?" She spoke, "When Daevan made us play hide and seek with him. You always hid in the same spot, under Father's chess table in the library. And the one time I tried to get you to hide with me-"

"-I complained about the thorns." Ferro finished somberly.

They were not siblings anymore. Rishta looked at him and he saw the same thought cross her face. They were practically strangers. Growing up in their glass house with their fractured, cold parents was never much of a childhood anyway. They were just two children, bonded through their desire to shrink and comply.

"I'll," Ferro fumbled, "I'll see you again someday?"

Rishta smiled, lips thin and taut like a blade, "I'd like that."

[oh-atlas]

once again, ari makes a psd and i’m legally obligated to rest it out and be thrilled with the results