| [it's a quiet, wintry night, and flakes of falling snow dance outside the mansion windows.
zelos doesn't like the snow, but seles doesn't know that. if someone asked her, she would be able to remember, a little vaguely, that it was snowing the day her mother was arrested; she knows that the snow had stopped falling by the time her mother was executed. but snow is comforting to seles. it reminds her of her childhood, when her mother would hold her hand with loving patience as they walked down the street, constantly fussing over her scarf and whether or not she was warm enough. it reminds her of warm and cozy days inside the abbey, when the sisters would bring her hot chocolate, and if she was lucky — if it didn't make her cough — she would breathe on the window panes and draw shapes in the foggy glass.
life in the wilder mansion isn't so different from the abbey, really, though the nuns and priests who used to care for her have now been replaced with tokunaga and sebastian. zelos is busy most of the time, as he rightfully should be, considering that the two worlds have fused together, and it's caused all manner of chaos. there are all sorts of things that the people of sylvarant and the people of tethe'alla have to settle, and seles knows nothing of them.
zelos is the chosen one. he's busy. she accepts that.
it doesn't stop tokunaga from fussing over her as she waits by the window, staring out at the courtyard as though her half-brother will surely walk in through the gates.
"master zelos is a man of his word, lady seles," the polished butler reminds her. "as he did promise to return home this evening, i am sure it is only a matter of time before he arrives..."]
You don't have to worry, Tokunaga. I'll be fine if he doesn't show up. |
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