#sisters 5ever

[edenfenixblogs]

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[edenfenixblogs]

Texting with my sestra while my body assaults itself. Cc: @will-write-for-food

[simster-trash-blog]

I thought this was the best way to introduce Eddie

[freddiestardust]

today was also moving day for my sister and im really bummed shes gonna live so far from me now and literally cried about it for 2 weeks straight, but now I see that 2 hours isnt that long of a ride and she has a super fancy apartment and its not so bad and I am proud of her and her achievements and new manager job and apartment. no matter how far she moves away from me, she will always be my best friend and confidant.

[rokachan]

“Unbind Me” Roka rescuing Syf.

Syf was the strong one, of the two. At least if you asked Roka, that was the case. Syf was brave, loyal, kind, and strong. Everything Roka wanted to be. She admired her sister. She would do anything for her sister. She was wandering aimlessly again for the moment though, simply enjoying freedom and seeing where her feet took her. Today, it seemed, her feet had a new adventure planned.

Ahead in the road she could see a group of bandits circled around some unfortunate mark. The diminutive female hesitated, recalling her recent oathe to try to pick her battles. Slowly she drew closer, listening carefully to see if she could determine what was going on. A mugging, it seemed. Some poor girl being-

“Syf?”

She had gotten close enough to identify the Xaela who was trapped in the middle of the circle. Immediately the Raen narrowed her eyes, snarling as she stared at the bandits.

“Roka!”

All she needed to hear was her name, the frightened tone fueling her to motion. She rushed, the first bandit taking the brunt with a surprised ‘oof’. She latched her claws into his shoulders, hauling herself to his height and jerking her knee up into his chin. His eyes unfocused and he crumbled under her. The rest seemed torn between fight or flight as they watched. She released the first, mismatched eyes swinging to the next closest. Her tail lashed. She was outnumbered, but they hadn’t made a move beside starting to back away. They should have pressed in on her.

Small frame darted again, too fast for the larger man to avoid. He tried to swat at her, missing and being rewarded by a strike across his face by the prongs of her tail. No mercy was shown as she turned herself and swiped her claws across his face, one eye suffering deep wound. He recoiled, crying out, and fell over to kick himself away from the girl. Escape was not going to be gifted that easily. She kept pace as she stalked forward, catching up, overtaking, slamming a foot down onto his knee and listening to the crunch. He squealed before passing out.

Again, eyes pivoted, searching for the next. They decided that was a good time to run, and scattered as quickly as they could. She waited only long enough to be sure they were gone before her features shifted to concern, rushing to Syf and grabbing her hands, inspecting the Xala from head to toe. “Syf? Syf are you alright? They didn’t hurt you or anything, did they? Here, I have some cookies, let’s go over there and you can eat a little bit, yes?” She offered a worried smile, not waiting for further response as she tugged her sister along to a safer spot, pulling out her tin of cookies and pushing it into Syf’s hands. “You must be more careful sister, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

[rokachan]

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13. Hanged Man (Suspension, restriction, letting go, sacrifice)

Shy. Demure. Timid.

Those words echoed in so many voices. Things said to describe her. Words that painted the picture of the little Raen who just wanted to bring smiles to those she loved. She was reserved, really. Happiness and joy used to keep people from digging too deep, from getting to know too much about her. It was better, restraint was key. Restraint kept her safe. Syf was one of the few who she let that slip away near, but even then, sometimes she just couldn’t release the ties of her mask.

Syf wanted an adventure. Just the two of them. Roka agreed wholeheartedly. What was there to say no to? She loved the Xaela, she was blood. Spending a sevenday together, out in the world, doing as they pleased? It was a great idea. They traveled far, leaving from the Goblet, just the two girls, Carl, and Love. They ended up all the way in a small bar in the middle of Twelve only knew what part of La Noscea. Something felt off as they sat in a corner, their birds tethered outside. The air was charged, static. Syf wanted to leave, she knew to trust her gut, but Roka… Roka trusted the world. People never wanted to hurt others, right?

Wrong.

It wasn’t long before a small crowd had loosely corralled the sisters, doing their best to not draw attention to them. Syf took note anyway, forcibly grabbing Roka’s arm and starting to drag her out. “We have to leave. Now.”

“But… Syf? Our drinks? Our tab!” The small Raen struggled, her sister pausing at mention of the tab. If they walked out now, they’d be running out on owed gil. She was suspended in action, thinking, trying to make up her mind. Roka wriggled free and darted towards the counter, only to be caught by the back of her shirt, a large hand clamping on the fabric and yanking her back. She squeaked, clawing at the hand for freedom, granted just enough to return to Syf’s side. “Run!” She started pushing her sister ahead of her, trying to get them both out.

Roka had wanted to build a new life. She wanted to stay around forever, to be there for the people who mattered. She wanted to make them happy, to spend the rest of her cycles watching them. It was one of the few dreams she secreted away and never shared. As the small crowd trapped them, she realized it was a dream she would have to let go. Syf looked panicked, clutching Roka close to her and trying to find a way out, seeing none, snarling and trying to pull Roka against her protectively.

“Syf?” Quiet, shaking voice, tears forming in her eyes. The Xaela tried to soothe her, thinking Roka to be afraid of their situation, tears of fear and confusion. “Syf I love you, you know this… Right sister?”

“Shh, it’s alright Roka. We’re going to be fine. I won’t let-” Syf had never thought Roka would strike her outside a sparring match. She didn’t see the quick, sharp blow coming in at her temple. She was out instantly, slumping against Roka. The advancing thugs jeered, laughed. They fed off it, expecting the small Raen to sacrifice the Xaela to try and escape. If only they knew. She lowered Syf to the ground gently, brushing a kiss over her brow.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” She would protect her sister at all costs. She would sacrifice anything for her. Including her own life. As she turned on the men, she let it all go. The smiles, the masks, the hopes. Her lips curled in a snarl, tail lashing, and she threw herself at them. She shed the cycles of peace, of growth, of working to become more. She sank back into what she had been in Othard. The fighter. No control, no restraint, no mercy. 

When Syf woke, she found destruction. Fire smoldered, bodies scattered, the small patch of floor where she had been shielded by an overturned table. It took a moment before she realized she didn’t see Roka. As she dug through the wreckage, crying, calling out, she found the origin of it all. Scorch marks radiated on the floor, a small form crumbled, charred. She had tried to fight physically first, but she was out-manned. In the end, she had unleashed the aether she feared, a pyre that consumed her just as readily as it had her foes. A powerful spell in the hands of one who couldn’t control herself still. A sacrifice to ensure Syf would be safe. Dreams let go when reality proved unjust.

(sorry this took super long. @.@ Also sorry it -is- so long. @syfkha )

[rokachan]

🐇 A plush gryphon .

Roka looked up from her book, mismatched eyes widening in joy at seeing her sister. She hopped up, dashing forward to throw herself in for her customary hug when she realized Syf’s hands were behind her back. She was hiding something. The little Raen skid to a halt, peering at her sister curiously. “Syf? What have you got? Were your hand hurt or-” She was silenced when the gift was brought into view. Small, fluffy, and utterly perfect in every way. The Raen squealed in delight, dancing in place, tail whipping ecstatically. “Syf! Syf is that… Did you… Oh it’s just so…” She squirmed, hopping forward to grab the toy and bury her face against it with another squeal. “How did you know?! This is just what I needed right now, yes. You are truly the best sister I could ask for.” She threw her arms around Syf, little gryphon still clutched firmly in one. “Thank you.”

[rokachan]

28.Teaching the other something new

“Alright… So…” Roka reached out her brush hesitantly towards the inky blue bird before her. Love stared back, stamping a foot and uttering a baleful ’kewh!’ at her approaching owner. “Are you absolutely sure chocobos like this sort of thing?” She paused, peering over at Syf nervously. The Xaela was grooming a very happy looking Carl. Well… At least Carl seemed to like this sort of thing. Roka took a deep breath and braced herself, moving in close to Love and stroking the brush over soft plumage. For a moment, it seemed like maybe her companion would tolerate the attention.

Until the bird clonked the little Raen atop the head with a hard beak, shuffling in delight as Roka squeaked and tumbled back. She could head Syf giggling as she stared up at Love, who preened merrily. “Syf, I think Love is just… I think she’s not a chocobo at all. She must be an imp that’s been glamoured.” The Raen huffed, scooting back and away from her bird to sulk. She wanted to badly to be on good terms, had always gone above and beyond to try and keep Love healthy (despite her horribly sensitive stomach) and happy. Yet the bird seemed to have been poorly named. Love was not something Love showed very well.

“Here, come on. On your feet. I have an idea for you to try.” Syf came to her, helping her sister up and nudging her forward again. Roka sighed, but obeyed. “Alright, now, just stand there, alright? Hold the brush out, but see if um… Just wait like that for a few minutes?”

It made no sense, but… Syf understood birds far better, and Roka held out the brush, staying still and waiting. Love eyed her, gave a toss of her head, and offered a somewhat mocking ’kweh’. “Syf?” Roka turned her head away to peer back, shoulders sagging in defeat. Her lips parted as she was about to continue, when she felt something bump into her hand. Wide-eyed she pivoted her head back forward, staring in awe as Love rubbed her neck against the bristles. “Oh!”

Syf silently beamed at the pair, hands clasped together in joy as Roka carefuly moved closer and started to move the brush along the slender neck of the bird. Love ruffled slightly, looking like perhaps not as much progress had been made, but with a soft, contented ’kweh’ she stretched her neck out and allowed the Raen to groom unhindered.