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Melina was in danger. She was being hunted. She didn’t have Xan to protect her. She didn’t have anyone. Melina was going to suffer so horribly that death would be a mercy. She might even beg for it. She’d plead to her predator to allow her to go to Hades. Melina’s end was approaching.
Her sister was going to find her.
Melina didn’t mind trying to look better. She secretly tried on her mother’s clothes and have been dabbling with makeup. The keyword was secret. She didn’t want people to see her failures. She didn’t even want to see her failures. So why would she dress up and put on makeup and look out of place in front of Dafni of all people? Anything Melina wore, Dafni would wear it better. Any makeup she tried on her face would make her look more like a fool where Dafni would sparkle like a gem. Melina was not Dafni, nor was she her cousins. She did not need to be reminded of this.
And so when Melina heard word that Dafni was searching for her, Melina did what any good, smart Leventi would do… she ran and hid away from her sister. She had done this all day. She would listen to where Melina was last seen and made sure to be as far away from her as possible. Melina almost left the comfort of her own home. Almost.
Had Melina not been so afraid of venturing out to the outside world alone, she probably would have been fine. Instead, she bounced between the library, servant quarters, and the gardens. None left her with a feeling of being secure and safe from her little sister’s clutches. She had finally decided on the kitchens. There was food, so when Melina got hungry she could snack. And she was reasonably sure her sister wouldn’t step into the kitchens. Why would she? She could just have the servants fetch the food from the chefs and wouldn’t have to near the fire where the smoke would cling to her. Melina felt reasonably safe from Dafni. She had the bonus of entertainment- watching the help wield knives with such skill as they chopped various foods and added it to the pot to boil. That, and despite the hustle and bustle, Melina was able to sit in the corner and concentrate on her book.
And it was here where she finally felt safe. Despite sitting on a wooden stool in a corner of an incredibly hot room, where people moved to and fro preparing for the family’s meal later in the evening, Melina did not allow herself to get distracted. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was able to get sucked into her literature, escaping this world and entering a new one filled with romance and allure. Her hero had just finished his adventure and Melina was just pages away from the first, tantalizing kiss...
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Melina was in danger. She was being hunted. She didn’t have Xan to protect her. She didn’t have anyone. Melina was going to suffer so horribly that death would be a mercy. She might even beg for it. She’d plead to her predator to allow her to go to Hades. Melina’s end was approaching.
Her sister was going to find her.
Melina didn’t mind trying to look better. She secretly tried on her mother’s clothes and have been dabbling with makeup. The keyword was secret. She didn’t want people to see her failures. She didn’t even want to see her failures. So why would she dress up and put on makeup and look out of place in front of Dafni of all people? Anything Melina wore, Dafni would wear it better. Any makeup she tried on her face would make her look more like a fool where Dafni would sparkle like a gem. Melina was not Dafni, nor was she her cousins. She did not need to be reminded of this.
And so when Melina heard word that Dafni was searching for her, Melina did what any good, smart Leventi would do… she ran and hid away from her sister. She had done this all day. She would listen to where Melina was last seen and made sure to be as far away from her as possible. Melina almost left the comfort of her own home. Almost.
Had Melina not been so afraid of venturing out to the outside world alone, she probably would have been fine. Instead, she bounced between the library, servant quarters, and the gardens. None left her with a feeling of being secure and safe from her little sister’s clutches. She had finally decided on the kitchens. There was food, so when Melina got hungry she could snack. And she was reasonably sure her sister wouldn’t step into the kitchens. Why would she? She could just have the servants fetch the food from the chefs and wouldn’t have to near the fire where the smoke would cling to her. Melina felt reasonably safe from Dafni. She had the bonus of entertainment- watching the help wield knives with such skill as they chopped various foods and added it to the pot to boil. That, and despite the hustle and bustle, Melina was able to sit in the corner and concentrate on her book.
And it was here where she finally felt safe. Despite sitting on a wooden stool in a corner of an incredibly hot room, where people moved to and fro preparing for the family’s meal later in the evening, Melina did not allow herself to get distracted. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was able to get sucked into her literature, escaping this world and entering a new one filled with romance and allure. Her hero had just finished his adventure and Melina was just pages away from the first, tantalizing kiss...
Melina was in danger. She was being hunted. She didn’t have Xan to protect her. She didn’t have anyone. Melina was going to suffer so horribly that death would be a mercy. She might even beg for it. She’d plead to her predator to allow her to go to Hades. Melina’s end was approaching.
Her sister was going to find her.
Melina didn’t mind trying to look better. She secretly tried on her mother’s clothes and have been dabbling with makeup. The keyword was secret. She didn’t want people to see her failures. She didn’t even want to see her failures. So why would she dress up and put on makeup and look out of place in front of Dafni of all people? Anything Melina wore, Dafni would wear it better. Any makeup she tried on her face would make her look more like a fool where Dafni would sparkle like a gem. Melina was not Dafni, nor was she her cousins. She did not need to be reminded of this.
And so when Melina heard word that Dafni was searching for her, Melina did what any good, smart Leventi would do… she ran and hid away from her sister. She had done this all day. She would listen to where Melina was last seen and made sure to be as far away from her as possible. Melina almost left the comfort of her own home. Almost.
Had Melina not been so afraid of venturing out to the outside world alone, she probably would have been fine. Instead, she bounced between the library, servant quarters, and the gardens. None left her with a feeling of being secure and safe from her little sister’s clutches. She had finally decided on the kitchens. There was food, so when Melina got hungry she could snack. And she was reasonably sure her sister wouldn’t step into the kitchens. Why would she? She could just have the servants fetch the food from the chefs and wouldn’t have to near the fire where the smoke would cling to her. Melina felt reasonably safe from Dafni. She had the bonus of entertainment- watching the help wield knives with such skill as they chopped various foods and added it to the pot to boil. That, and despite the hustle and bustle, Melina was able to sit in the corner and concentrate on her book.
And it was here where she finally felt safe. Despite sitting on a wooden stool in a corner of an incredibly hot room, where people moved to and fro preparing for the family’s meal later in the evening, Melina did not allow herself to get distracted. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was able to get sucked into her literature, escaping this world and entering a new one filled with romance and allure. Her hero had just finished his adventure and Melina was just pages away from the first, tantalizing kiss...
Come out come out wherever you are No place is safe from me Oh Little mouse little mouse, surrender None escape the seeking paws of a Leventi
Come out come out wherever you Their is no place free from me I will seek and seek Then seek some more Until all are caught, not free
Come out come out wherever you are Little mouse so soft and small Give into fate and surrender soon Lest claws be unsheathed And traps sprung upon you
Come out come out wherever you are You can't hide from me Melina oh dear, most beloved are you There is no place safe, you'll see
The kitchens. It had to be. There was no other pace Dafni had yet to search and scour and rip apart in pursuit for her sister. All she desired to do was use Melina as a living breathing doll but by the gods the fool was overreacting with this disappearing stunt! It was just a little makeup and a few sheets of soft silk on her skin, nothing to be afraid of. Yet here she was, a woman of class and poise and impeccable breeding… running amuck about her house like a child playing a game of hide and go seek. But Melina, the scoundrel, had forced her hand.
It was like the old days when Dafni would hunt down her sister to convince her to play a game or go to the market on a shopping trip. She would have to walk all around the house, and in more than one circle in search of the elusive Melina, only to be shot down and left alone to occupy herself more often than not. No more! Melina would be turned into a beautiful Grecian woman today whether she liked it or now. Today Dafni was the predator, and Melina her prey. Dafni smiled a Cheshire smile as she stalked the kitchen doors with as much lethal grace as a five foot four, nineteen year old courtier, with zero stalking abilities could in a violet Peplos and ornamented leather sandals.
She had checked the gardens and the libraries and every sun and sitting room in the blasted house; accosting every maid, servant, and relative she came across for information on her wayward sister. Yet none could give her an answer. It was a conspiracy, Dafni was near convinced of it now. How else could no other human on the premise have seen Melina the whole day? Preposterous, utterly aggravatingly preposterous. Yet, the hunt, the thrill of the chase, Dafni was enjoying it a little more than one concerned with proprietary probably should.
Not that it mattered much now, as her quarry was soon to be firmly behind her paws.. Hands. She totally meant hands. In no way shape or form had Dafni fancied herself a sly feline on the hunt for a juicy morsel this day, that would be inappropriately fanciful for a woman of her standing!
On silent paws the cat slunk through the doors to the bustling kitchen and wove its way between legs and under feet and furniture alike without nary a cook’s aid noting its presence. In reality Dafni tip-toed her way through the door like a complete imbecile and interrupted the delicate balance of order and chaos in the kitchens. She walked in a straight direct line to her quarry and the servant had to hop out of her way like water parting for Poseidon. It was a miracle that Melina did not notice her younger sister's auspicious approach. But she was reading a book and that could have everything to do with it. Even if in Dafni’s mind it was all due to the fact that she was still that slinking sneaky cat about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
Melina's cheeks were flushed, either from excitement or the heat of the ovens Dafni could not tell. But she cared little anyways. Circling around her sister, Dafni came at her from the back and sidled up nice and close, her mouth a hair's breadth from Melina's ear when she yelled…
“Boo!” In the next second she had snatched the book from her sisters no doubt fear slackened fingers and held it behind her back to use as leverage later. Leaning back casually with a satisfied feline smile, she gave herself the privilege of fully absorbing Melina’s reaction.
“I found you!” Dafni sing songed with only the slightest hint of dark amusement, truly, only a small little itsy bitsy hint. “Dear sister I have been looking everywhere for you, you haven’t been hiding from me have you? Me, your most precious baby sister?” Dafni asked with mock surprise and heartbreak. The sharp knowing edge to her smile belaying any sincerity.
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Come out come out wherever you are No place is safe from me Oh Little mouse little mouse, surrender None escape the seeking paws of a Leventi
Come out come out wherever you Their is no place free from me I will seek and seek Then seek some more Until all are caught, not free
Come out come out wherever you are Little mouse so soft and small Give into fate and surrender soon Lest claws be unsheathed And traps sprung upon you
Come out come out wherever you are You can't hide from me Melina oh dear, most beloved are you There is no place safe, you'll see
The kitchens. It had to be. There was no other pace Dafni had yet to search and scour and rip apart in pursuit for her sister. All she desired to do was use Melina as a living breathing doll but by the gods the fool was overreacting with this disappearing stunt! It was just a little makeup and a few sheets of soft silk on her skin, nothing to be afraid of. Yet here she was, a woman of class and poise and impeccable breeding… running amuck about her house like a child playing a game of hide and go seek. But Melina, the scoundrel, had forced her hand.
It was like the old days when Dafni would hunt down her sister to convince her to play a game or go to the market on a shopping trip. She would have to walk all around the house, and in more than one circle in search of the elusive Melina, only to be shot down and left alone to occupy herself more often than not. No more! Melina would be turned into a beautiful Grecian woman today whether she liked it or now. Today Dafni was the predator, and Melina her prey. Dafni smiled a Cheshire smile as she stalked the kitchen doors with as much lethal grace as a five foot four, nineteen year old courtier, with zero stalking abilities could in a violet Peplos and ornamented leather sandals.
She had checked the gardens and the libraries and every sun and sitting room in the blasted house; accosting every maid, servant, and relative she came across for information on her wayward sister. Yet none could give her an answer. It was a conspiracy, Dafni was near convinced of it now. How else could no other human on the premise have seen Melina the whole day? Preposterous, utterly aggravatingly preposterous. Yet, the hunt, the thrill of the chase, Dafni was enjoying it a little more than one concerned with proprietary probably should.
Not that it mattered much now, as her quarry was soon to be firmly behind her paws.. Hands. She totally meant hands. In no way shape or form had Dafni fancied herself a sly feline on the hunt for a juicy morsel this day, that would be inappropriately fanciful for a woman of her standing!
On silent paws the cat slunk through the doors to the bustling kitchen and wove its way between legs and under feet and furniture alike without nary a cook’s aid noting its presence. In reality Dafni tip-toed her way through the door like a complete imbecile and interrupted the delicate balance of order and chaos in the kitchens. She walked in a straight direct line to her quarry and the servant had to hop out of her way like water parting for Poseidon. It was a miracle that Melina did not notice her younger sister's auspicious approach. But she was reading a book and that could have everything to do with it. Even if in Dafni’s mind it was all due to the fact that she was still that slinking sneaky cat about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
Melina's cheeks were flushed, either from excitement or the heat of the ovens Dafni could not tell. But she cared little anyways. Circling around her sister, Dafni came at her from the back and sidled up nice and close, her mouth a hair's breadth from Melina's ear when she yelled…
“Boo!” In the next second she had snatched the book from her sisters no doubt fear slackened fingers and held it behind her back to use as leverage later. Leaning back casually with a satisfied feline smile, she gave herself the privilege of fully absorbing Melina’s reaction.
“I found you!” Dafni sing songed with only the slightest hint of dark amusement, truly, only a small little itsy bitsy hint. “Dear sister I have been looking everywhere for you, you haven’t been hiding from me have you? Me, your most precious baby sister?” Dafni asked with mock surprise and heartbreak. The sharp knowing edge to her smile belaying any sincerity.
Come out come out wherever you are No place is safe from me Oh Little mouse little mouse, surrender None escape the seeking paws of a Leventi
Come out come out wherever you Their is no place free from me I will seek and seek Then seek some more Until all are caught, not free
Come out come out wherever you are Little mouse so soft and small Give into fate and surrender soon Lest claws be unsheathed And traps sprung upon you
Come out come out wherever you are You can't hide from me Melina oh dear, most beloved are you There is no place safe, you'll see
The kitchens. It had to be. There was no other pace Dafni had yet to search and scour and rip apart in pursuit for her sister. All she desired to do was use Melina as a living breathing doll but by the gods the fool was overreacting with this disappearing stunt! It was just a little makeup and a few sheets of soft silk on her skin, nothing to be afraid of. Yet here she was, a woman of class and poise and impeccable breeding… running amuck about her house like a child playing a game of hide and go seek. But Melina, the scoundrel, had forced her hand.
It was like the old days when Dafni would hunt down her sister to convince her to play a game or go to the market on a shopping trip. She would have to walk all around the house, and in more than one circle in search of the elusive Melina, only to be shot down and left alone to occupy herself more often than not. No more! Melina would be turned into a beautiful Grecian woman today whether she liked it or now. Today Dafni was the predator, and Melina her prey. Dafni smiled a Cheshire smile as she stalked the kitchen doors with as much lethal grace as a five foot four, nineteen year old courtier, with zero stalking abilities could in a violet Peplos and ornamented leather sandals.
She had checked the gardens and the libraries and every sun and sitting room in the blasted house; accosting every maid, servant, and relative she came across for information on her wayward sister. Yet none could give her an answer. It was a conspiracy, Dafni was near convinced of it now. How else could no other human on the premise have seen Melina the whole day? Preposterous, utterly aggravatingly preposterous. Yet, the hunt, the thrill of the chase, Dafni was enjoying it a little more than one concerned with proprietary probably should.
Not that it mattered much now, as her quarry was soon to be firmly behind her paws.. Hands. She totally meant hands. In no way shape or form had Dafni fancied herself a sly feline on the hunt for a juicy morsel this day, that would be inappropriately fanciful for a woman of her standing!
On silent paws the cat slunk through the doors to the bustling kitchen and wove its way between legs and under feet and furniture alike without nary a cook’s aid noting its presence. In reality Dafni tip-toed her way through the door like a complete imbecile and interrupted the delicate balance of order and chaos in the kitchens. She walked in a straight direct line to her quarry and the servant had to hop out of her way like water parting for Poseidon. It was a miracle that Melina did not notice her younger sister's auspicious approach. But she was reading a book and that could have everything to do with it. Even if in Dafni’s mind it was all due to the fact that she was still that slinking sneaky cat about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
Melina's cheeks were flushed, either from excitement or the heat of the ovens Dafni could not tell. But she cared little anyways. Circling around her sister, Dafni came at her from the back and sidled up nice and close, her mouth a hair's breadth from Melina's ear when she yelled…
“Boo!” In the next second she had snatched the book from her sisters no doubt fear slackened fingers and held it behind her back to use as leverage later. Leaning back casually with a satisfied feline smile, she gave herself the privilege of fully absorbing Melina’s reaction.
“I found you!” Dafni sing songed with only the slightest hint of dark amusement, truly, only a small little itsy bitsy hint. “Dear sister I have been looking everywhere for you, you haven’t been hiding from me have you? Me, your most precious baby sister?” Dafni asked with mock surprise and heartbreak. The sharp knowing edge to her smile belaying any sincerity.
”Catia, I had traveled the seas, escaped the clutches of Sirens, fought Scylla, and battled with Poseidon himself. I thought it was freedom I desired, but now I realize just how foolish I was. For while I had freedom, I realized there was something else, something I desired much more.”
The world grew still. Everything around Catia seemed to melt away. All that existed was Farris. He stepped forward, the wind blowing back his golden locks. Catia felt her breath catch as he leaned forward.“What I desired… was you.” His eyes closed and...
BOO!
Melina screamed and nearly tossed the book in the air. She would have, had Dafni not snatched the book from her hands. No! How could she?! Farris had just declared his love! He nearly died to only realize that Catia was the one person that he needed! She was the treasure all along! And Catia escaped bandits, pirates, and wildlife and traveled all of Greece just to go to the port he was rumored at being! She was there! The kiss was about to happen!
This bitch! “Dafni!” Melina shouted as she tried to reach behind her sister to grab back her book. “I was just getting to the good part, give it back!” But it was to no avail. Dafni was keeping it out of her reach. Ugh! She was such a brat!
Melina crossed her arms and glared down at her sister. “You stopped being precious at four. Now you’re just a pain. Give me back my book!” She demanded, her foot stomping on the ground. This was exactly why she was hiding from Dafni. Five seconds with her and Melina’s head was pounding and she was horribly upset.
Not that she would admit to hiding from her baby sister. That would make her look like a fool. And while Melina was used to being the fool, she was the disappointment of the family, after all, she would not allow herself to look like that in front of Dafni. At least everyone had secondhand embarrassment when it came to Melina. Dafni, on the other hand, won’t let her live it down. “And I was not hiding. I just… thought reading in the kitchens would be a nice change. A change of atmosphere does wonders for the mind and concentration. Perhaps you should do some studying in here.”
Melina knew why Dafni was really here and she wanted so badly to distract and delay her. She did not have any desire to be her doll. Every facet of that idea made Melina want to cringe from embarrassment. Could Dafni not do this with Agape instead? Was Melina that easy of a target? There were plenty of maids that would kill for the chance to be in Melina’s place. Could she not pick a willing target instead and leave Melina at peace reading her book? Or, at the very least not pick the absolute worst part to interrupt her?
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”Catia, I had traveled the seas, escaped the clutches of Sirens, fought Scylla, and battled with Poseidon himself. I thought it was freedom I desired, but now I realize just how foolish I was. For while I had freedom, I realized there was something else, something I desired much more.”
The world grew still. Everything around Catia seemed to melt away. All that existed was Farris. He stepped forward, the wind blowing back his golden locks. Catia felt her breath catch as he leaned forward.“What I desired… was you.” His eyes closed and...
BOO!
Melina screamed and nearly tossed the book in the air. She would have, had Dafni not snatched the book from her hands. No! How could she?! Farris had just declared his love! He nearly died to only realize that Catia was the one person that he needed! She was the treasure all along! And Catia escaped bandits, pirates, and wildlife and traveled all of Greece just to go to the port he was rumored at being! She was there! The kiss was about to happen!
This bitch! “Dafni!” Melina shouted as she tried to reach behind her sister to grab back her book. “I was just getting to the good part, give it back!” But it was to no avail. Dafni was keeping it out of her reach. Ugh! She was such a brat!
Melina crossed her arms and glared down at her sister. “You stopped being precious at four. Now you’re just a pain. Give me back my book!” She demanded, her foot stomping on the ground. This was exactly why she was hiding from Dafni. Five seconds with her and Melina’s head was pounding and she was horribly upset.
Not that she would admit to hiding from her baby sister. That would make her look like a fool. And while Melina was used to being the fool, she was the disappointment of the family, after all, she would not allow herself to look like that in front of Dafni. At least everyone had secondhand embarrassment when it came to Melina. Dafni, on the other hand, won’t let her live it down. “And I was not hiding. I just… thought reading in the kitchens would be a nice change. A change of atmosphere does wonders for the mind and concentration. Perhaps you should do some studying in here.”
Melina knew why Dafni was really here and she wanted so badly to distract and delay her. She did not have any desire to be her doll. Every facet of that idea made Melina want to cringe from embarrassment. Could Dafni not do this with Agape instead? Was Melina that easy of a target? There were plenty of maids that would kill for the chance to be in Melina’s place. Could she not pick a willing target instead and leave Melina at peace reading her book? Or, at the very least not pick the absolute worst part to interrupt her?
”Catia, I had traveled the seas, escaped the clutches of Sirens, fought Scylla, and battled with Poseidon himself. I thought it was freedom I desired, but now I realize just how foolish I was. For while I had freedom, I realized there was something else, something I desired much more.”
The world grew still. Everything around Catia seemed to melt away. All that existed was Farris. He stepped forward, the wind blowing back his golden locks. Catia felt her breath catch as he leaned forward.“What I desired… was you.” His eyes closed and...
BOO!
Melina screamed and nearly tossed the book in the air. She would have, had Dafni not snatched the book from her hands. No! How could she?! Farris had just declared his love! He nearly died to only realize that Catia was the one person that he needed! She was the treasure all along! And Catia escaped bandits, pirates, and wildlife and traveled all of Greece just to go to the port he was rumored at being! She was there! The kiss was about to happen!
This bitch! “Dafni!” Melina shouted as she tried to reach behind her sister to grab back her book. “I was just getting to the good part, give it back!” But it was to no avail. Dafni was keeping it out of her reach. Ugh! She was such a brat!
Melina crossed her arms and glared down at her sister. “You stopped being precious at four. Now you’re just a pain. Give me back my book!” She demanded, her foot stomping on the ground. This was exactly why she was hiding from Dafni. Five seconds with her and Melina’s head was pounding and she was horribly upset.
Not that she would admit to hiding from her baby sister. That would make her look like a fool. And while Melina was used to being the fool, she was the disappointment of the family, after all, she would not allow herself to look like that in front of Dafni. At least everyone had secondhand embarrassment when it came to Melina. Dafni, on the other hand, won’t let her live it down. “And I was not hiding. I just… thought reading in the kitchens would be a nice change. A change of atmosphere does wonders for the mind and concentration. Perhaps you should do some studying in here.”
Melina knew why Dafni was really here and she wanted so badly to distract and delay her. She did not have any desire to be her doll. Every facet of that idea made Melina want to cringe from embarrassment. Could Dafni not do this with Agape instead? Was Melina that easy of a target? There were plenty of maids that would kill for the chance to be in Melina’s place. Could she not pick a willing target instead and leave Melina at peace reading her book? Or, at the very least not pick the absolute worst part to interrupt her?
Her smile turned pouty as her sister insulted her. But Dafni was not one to be defeated so easily.
“By the gods Melina what is so grand about your bloody books!” She exclaimed with a shake of the fragile parchment construct for emphasis. “Relax I won't harm it.” Dafni lamented with a put out tone to her voice reminiscent of a whine (aka - she is totally whining). However it was not long until that devious gleam came back into her eyes as she skipped and hopped out of her sister's reach every time she went to snatch the book back. Humming with exaggerated interest Dafni brought the book to her face and scoured over the pages, eyebrows raising and wiggling teasingly as her gem green irises peered at her sister from over the top of its pages. “A romance novel, truly?”
“What I desired… was you.” Dafni dramatically intoned in a breathy imitation of an enamored male voice, the masculinity of it ruined by the high pitch of her natural voice and the obvious play acting. “Her lips were like rose petals under mine, soft and giving.” The little rascal continued with a manufactured moan and shark-like smile aimed at her sister. Holding the book open with one hand she freed up the other to accentuate her performance.
Clearing her throat Dafni took on the dramatic air of a story teller recounting the romantic tale of two lovers such as the book did in its small prettily inked words.
“Oh Melina!” She cried desperately, her arm swinging out as if to draw her sisters closer. “Your beauty is without challenge, not even Aphrodite herself could compare.” Bringing her palm back to her chest she held it over her heart and mimed swooning. “Your lips are in my dreams, your eyes the ones I search out in a crowd. Oh you lovely lips, how I yearn to taste their sweet nectar once more!” Upon the last sentence Dafni could barely contain the hysterical giggles that had been building in her chest, so she let them putter from her plush pink lips in the form of snickering laughter. She continued to twirl and play and let sensual words spew from her maw, dancing tauntingly away from any attempt Melina made to take the book back. At this point, her evasions were declining in effectiveness, the distraction of her perceived hilarity making Dafni an easy target for a quick decisive retrieval of the leather bound paper if one was so inclined.
Looking at Melina's expression Dafni threw her head back and laughed.
“Oh dear sister lighten up.” She said with an eye roll before linking her arm with her sisters and transferring the book to the hand opposite of Melina’s seeking ones in an attempt to retain her leverage just a little bit longer. “If a change of atmosphere is what you seek then why don't we migrate to my chambers hmm? You have not been there in ages.”
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Her smile turned pouty as her sister insulted her. But Dafni was not one to be defeated so easily.
“By the gods Melina what is so grand about your bloody books!” She exclaimed with a shake of the fragile parchment construct for emphasis. “Relax I won't harm it.” Dafni lamented with a put out tone to her voice reminiscent of a whine (aka - she is totally whining). However it was not long until that devious gleam came back into her eyes as she skipped and hopped out of her sister's reach every time she went to snatch the book back. Humming with exaggerated interest Dafni brought the book to her face and scoured over the pages, eyebrows raising and wiggling teasingly as her gem green irises peered at her sister from over the top of its pages. “A romance novel, truly?”
“What I desired… was you.” Dafni dramatically intoned in a breathy imitation of an enamored male voice, the masculinity of it ruined by the high pitch of her natural voice and the obvious play acting. “Her lips were like rose petals under mine, soft and giving.” The little rascal continued with a manufactured moan and shark-like smile aimed at her sister. Holding the book open with one hand she freed up the other to accentuate her performance.
Clearing her throat Dafni took on the dramatic air of a story teller recounting the romantic tale of two lovers such as the book did in its small prettily inked words.
“Oh Melina!” She cried desperately, her arm swinging out as if to draw her sisters closer. “Your beauty is without challenge, not even Aphrodite herself could compare.” Bringing her palm back to her chest she held it over her heart and mimed swooning. “Your lips are in my dreams, your eyes the ones I search out in a crowd. Oh you lovely lips, how I yearn to taste their sweet nectar once more!” Upon the last sentence Dafni could barely contain the hysterical giggles that had been building in her chest, so she let them putter from her plush pink lips in the form of snickering laughter. She continued to twirl and play and let sensual words spew from her maw, dancing tauntingly away from any attempt Melina made to take the book back. At this point, her evasions were declining in effectiveness, the distraction of her perceived hilarity making Dafni an easy target for a quick decisive retrieval of the leather bound paper if one was so inclined.
Looking at Melina's expression Dafni threw her head back and laughed.
“Oh dear sister lighten up.” She said with an eye roll before linking her arm with her sisters and transferring the book to the hand opposite of Melina’s seeking ones in an attempt to retain her leverage just a little bit longer. “If a change of atmosphere is what you seek then why don't we migrate to my chambers hmm? You have not been there in ages.”
Her smile turned pouty as her sister insulted her. But Dafni was not one to be defeated so easily.
“By the gods Melina what is so grand about your bloody books!” She exclaimed with a shake of the fragile parchment construct for emphasis. “Relax I won't harm it.” Dafni lamented with a put out tone to her voice reminiscent of a whine (aka - she is totally whining). However it was not long until that devious gleam came back into her eyes as she skipped and hopped out of her sister's reach every time she went to snatch the book back. Humming with exaggerated interest Dafni brought the book to her face and scoured over the pages, eyebrows raising and wiggling teasingly as her gem green irises peered at her sister from over the top of its pages. “A romance novel, truly?”
“What I desired… was you.” Dafni dramatically intoned in a breathy imitation of an enamored male voice, the masculinity of it ruined by the high pitch of her natural voice and the obvious play acting. “Her lips were like rose petals under mine, soft and giving.” The little rascal continued with a manufactured moan and shark-like smile aimed at her sister. Holding the book open with one hand she freed up the other to accentuate her performance.
Clearing her throat Dafni took on the dramatic air of a story teller recounting the romantic tale of two lovers such as the book did in its small prettily inked words.
“Oh Melina!” She cried desperately, her arm swinging out as if to draw her sisters closer. “Your beauty is without challenge, not even Aphrodite herself could compare.” Bringing her palm back to her chest she held it over her heart and mimed swooning. “Your lips are in my dreams, your eyes the ones I search out in a crowd. Oh you lovely lips, how I yearn to taste their sweet nectar once more!” Upon the last sentence Dafni could barely contain the hysterical giggles that had been building in her chest, so she let them putter from her plush pink lips in the form of snickering laughter. She continued to twirl and play and let sensual words spew from her maw, dancing tauntingly away from any attempt Melina made to take the book back. At this point, her evasions were declining in effectiveness, the distraction of her perceived hilarity making Dafni an easy target for a quick decisive retrieval of the leather bound paper if one was so inclined.
Looking at Melina's expression Dafni threw her head back and laughed.
“Oh dear sister lighten up.” She said with an eye roll before linking her arm with her sisters and transferring the book to the hand opposite of Melina’s seeking ones in an attempt to retain her leverage just a little bit longer. “If a change of atmosphere is what you seek then why don't we migrate to my chambers hmm? You have not been there in ages.”
Melina had a fear of blood. If she saw blood, she would faint. It went hand-in-hand with her fear of horses. They were born from the same incident. But Melina would face a legion of horses, swim through a river of blood, do anything if it meant at the end of it she could snap her little sister’s neck. Melina was going to kill Dafni. Mercilessly.
Her lips were like rose petals under mine, soft and giving.
Melina grew redder than the mention rose petals. “Dafni!” She shrieked as she tried even more desperately to try to grab the book. But Dafni continued with her reenactment, uncaring that they were in a kitchen with people in it.
At this point her face was hotter than the cooking fires. She wanted to hit her sister. Or yell. Scream. Get angry. Or, at the very least, disappear. Instead of any of that, Dafni linked her arm with Melina, keeping her book in the opposite arm. Melina pouted. Could she trade her sisters for other ones? Or even better. Could she be an only child?
“I don’t want to go to your room, Dafni. I want to read.” Melina grumbled. She was grumpy and embarrassed and annoyed. She hated that she loved her baby sister. She was a brat, but she was Melina’s brat whether she liked it or not.
“It would do you good to do some reading.” Melina continued to whine, but she did allow herself to get pulled back into the halls and towards her sister’s suite of rooms. “You know, expand your mind. You might discover something you didn’t already know.” Melina was willing to bet the chances of that were high. If Melina was still learning new things from books then Dafni…
When Melina entered her room she pulled away from Dafni and crossed her arms like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t need to be here. If the sisters were going to spend quality together couldn’t they do something they both liked to do like… like… like…
Did Dafni like flower arranging?
No, Melina was caught so she was fair game now. She just had to stop being cranky, give Dafni what she wanted, and shut her mouth. As she said, she didn’t hate her sister. She just… well, she was a little sister after all.
“Okay. I do what you want, then I get my book back and you leave me alone? I don’t have to hide in the kitchens anymore? You’ll bug Agape instead?” That would be gold. Melina would at least entertain Dafni. She was fairly easy to cave. Agape on the other hand…? Well, if anyone could get her to do something she didn’t want to do it was Dafni. All her older sister had to do to Melina was say no and Melina would turn on her heel with her tail tucked between her legs.
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Melina had a fear of blood. If she saw blood, she would faint. It went hand-in-hand with her fear of horses. They were born from the same incident. But Melina would face a legion of horses, swim through a river of blood, do anything if it meant at the end of it she could snap her little sister’s neck. Melina was going to kill Dafni. Mercilessly.
Her lips were like rose petals under mine, soft and giving.
Melina grew redder than the mention rose petals. “Dafni!” She shrieked as she tried even more desperately to try to grab the book. But Dafni continued with her reenactment, uncaring that they were in a kitchen with people in it.
At this point her face was hotter than the cooking fires. She wanted to hit her sister. Or yell. Scream. Get angry. Or, at the very least, disappear. Instead of any of that, Dafni linked her arm with Melina, keeping her book in the opposite arm. Melina pouted. Could she trade her sisters for other ones? Or even better. Could she be an only child?
“I don’t want to go to your room, Dafni. I want to read.” Melina grumbled. She was grumpy and embarrassed and annoyed. She hated that she loved her baby sister. She was a brat, but she was Melina’s brat whether she liked it or not.
“It would do you good to do some reading.” Melina continued to whine, but she did allow herself to get pulled back into the halls and towards her sister’s suite of rooms. “You know, expand your mind. You might discover something you didn’t already know.” Melina was willing to bet the chances of that were high. If Melina was still learning new things from books then Dafni…
When Melina entered her room she pulled away from Dafni and crossed her arms like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t need to be here. If the sisters were going to spend quality together couldn’t they do something they both liked to do like… like… like…
Did Dafni like flower arranging?
No, Melina was caught so she was fair game now. She just had to stop being cranky, give Dafni what she wanted, and shut her mouth. As she said, she didn’t hate her sister. She just… well, she was a little sister after all.
“Okay. I do what you want, then I get my book back and you leave me alone? I don’t have to hide in the kitchens anymore? You’ll bug Agape instead?” That would be gold. Melina would at least entertain Dafni. She was fairly easy to cave. Agape on the other hand…? Well, if anyone could get her to do something she didn’t want to do it was Dafni. All her older sister had to do to Melina was say no and Melina would turn on her heel with her tail tucked between her legs.
Melina had a fear of blood. If she saw blood, she would faint. It went hand-in-hand with her fear of horses. They were born from the same incident. But Melina would face a legion of horses, swim through a river of blood, do anything if it meant at the end of it she could snap her little sister’s neck. Melina was going to kill Dafni. Mercilessly.
Her lips were like rose petals under mine, soft and giving.
Melina grew redder than the mention rose petals. “Dafni!” She shrieked as she tried even more desperately to try to grab the book. But Dafni continued with her reenactment, uncaring that they were in a kitchen with people in it.
At this point her face was hotter than the cooking fires. She wanted to hit her sister. Or yell. Scream. Get angry. Or, at the very least, disappear. Instead of any of that, Dafni linked her arm with Melina, keeping her book in the opposite arm. Melina pouted. Could she trade her sisters for other ones? Or even better. Could she be an only child?
“I don’t want to go to your room, Dafni. I want to read.” Melina grumbled. She was grumpy and embarrassed and annoyed. She hated that she loved her baby sister. She was a brat, but she was Melina’s brat whether she liked it or not.
“It would do you good to do some reading.” Melina continued to whine, but she did allow herself to get pulled back into the halls and towards her sister’s suite of rooms. “You know, expand your mind. You might discover something you didn’t already know.” Melina was willing to bet the chances of that were high. If Melina was still learning new things from books then Dafni…
When Melina entered her room she pulled away from Dafni and crossed her arms like a toddler throwing a tantrum. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t need to be here. If the sisters were going to spend quality together couldn’t they do something they both liked to do like… like… like…
Did Dafni like flower arranging?
No, Melina was caught so she was fair game now. She just had to stop being cranky, give Dafni what she wanted, and shut her mouth. As she said, she didn’t hate her sister. She just… well, she was a little sister after all.
“Okay. I do what you want, then I get my book back and you leave me alone? I don’t have to hide in the kitchens anymore? You’ll bug Agape instead?” That would be gold. Melina would at least entertain Dafni. She was fairly easy to cave. Agape on the other hand…? Well, if anyone could get her to do something she didn’t want to do it was Dafni. All her older sister had to do to Melina was say no and Melina would turn on her heel with her tail tucked between her legs.
Dafni just gave Melina a salacious grin.
“You may be right, dear sister, I did learn something new today”. She said with a mock serious tone, “I learned you like to read raunchy romance novels!” She continued in a gleefully sing-song voice. “I do wonder what else I could learn hmm?” The expression she gave Melina was pure mischief. Twirling away and into the middle of her room the beautiful sound of her laughter followed in her wake. It was nearly as alluring as Dafni herself.
Dafni hummed to herself as she meandered around her room in search of the jewels and paints and clothes she wished to adorn her dear but plain sister with. Rolling her eyes as she listened to the otherwise meaningless blathering of said sister, Dafni waved her hand with a dismissive acceptance of the terms Melina so naïve thought she would stick too. If it made her more amiable in the moment it mattered little if she became irate later, future Dafni could deal with that when the time came.
Hmm, red or bronze... red or bronze…? Red would bring out the richness in Melina's dark brown eyes, but bronze, well bronze was ageless and beautiful and metallic. It was the color a goddess would wear.
Definitely red then.
Grabbing a few different shades, from a piercing fire red to the darker shades full of depth Dafni held jewels and clothes up to Melina's face and draped them across her body.
“Sit sit.” Dafni pestered until her sister settled on the edge of her bed. Pulling out her face paints she mixed and tinted them until they were exactly the shade she desired before starting to daintily apply them to her sister's face.
“Don’t you dare blink.” Dafni groused as she squinted warily at her sister's face. Because let's be honest, she wouldn't be surprised if Melina did, and ruined all of her hard work.
First she lined her sister's lips with a pale pinkish red before moving onto her eyes. A base coat came first before she started in on the rosy color. The tint started out dark before gradually fading the farther it went from her lids. In the end, it turned out incredible. Dafni’s skill should be renowned, she should be applauded for her genius with a brush and color. Melina looked utterly incredible. Not as good as Dafni of course, that would be laughable, but for Melina, she looked fantastic. The red brought out the lushness of her lips and highlighted all of the hidden colors in her deep brown irises. It made her nearly alluring.
“Now for the clothes!” Her grin was oh so excited.
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Dafni just gave Melina a salacious grin.
“You may be right, dear sister, I did learn something new today”. She said with a mock serious tone, “I learned you like to read raunchy romance novels!” She continued in a gleefully sing-song voice. “I do wonder what else I could learn hmm?” The expression she gave Melina was pure mischief. Twirling away and into the middle of her room the beautiful sound of her laughter followed in her wake. It was nearly as alluring as Dafni herself.
Dafni hummed to herself as she meandered around her room in search of the jewels and paints and clothes she wished to adorn her dear but plain sister with. Rolling her eyes as she listened to the otherwise meaningless blathering of said sister, Dafni waved her hand with a dismissive acceptance of the terms Melina so naïve thought she would stick too. If it made her more amiable in the moment it mattered little if she became irate later, future Dafni could deal with that when the time came.
Hmm, red or bronze... red or bronze…? Red would bring out the richness in Melina's dark brown eyes, but bronze, well bronze was ageless and beautiful and metallic. It was the color a goddess would wear.
Definitely red then.
Grabbing a few different shades, from a piercing fire red to the darker shades full of depth Dafni held jewels and clothes up to Melina's face and draped them across her body.
“Sit sit.” Dafni pestered until her sister settled on the edge of her bed. Pulling out her face paints she mixed and tinted them until they were exactly the shade she desired before starting to daintily apply them to her sister's face.
“Don’t you dare blink.” Dafni groused as she squinted warily at her sister's face. Because let's be honest, she wouldn't be surprised if Melina did, and ruined all of her hard work.
First she lined her sister's lips with a pale pinkish red before moving onto her eyes. A base coat came first before she started in on the rosy color. The tint started out dark before gradually fading the farther it went from her lids. In the end, it turned out incredible. Dafni’s skill should be renowned, she should be applauded for her genius with a brush and color. Melina looked utterly incredible. Not as good as Dafni of course, that would be laughable, but for Melina, she looked fantastic. The red brought out the lushness of her lips and highlighted all of the hidden colors in her deep brown irises. It made her nearly alluring.
“Now for the clothes!” Her grin was oh so excited.
Dafni just gave Melina a salacious grin.
“You may be right, dear sister, I did learn something new today”. She said with a mock serious tone, “I learned you like to read raunchy romance novels!” She continued in a gleefully sing-song voice. “I do wonder what else I could learn hmm?” The expression she gave Melina was pure mischief. Twirling away and into the middle of her room the beautiful sound of her laughter followed in her wake. It was nearly as alluring as Dafni herself.
Dafni hummed to herself as she meandered around her room in search of the jewels and paints and clothes she wished to adorn her dear but plain sister with. Rolling her eyes as she listened to the otherwise meaningless blathering of said sister, Dafni waved her hand with a dismissive acceptance of the terms Melina so naïve thought she would stick too. If it made her more amiable in the moment it mattered little if she became irate later, future Dafni could deal with that when the time came.
Hmm, red or bronze... red or bronze…? Red would bring out the richness in Melina's dark brown eyes, but bronze, well bronze was ageless and beautiful and metallic. It was the color a goddess would wear.
Definitely red then.
Grabbing a few different shades, from a piercing fire red to the darker shades full of depth Dafni held jewels and clothes up to Melina's face and draped them across her body.
“Sit sit.” Dafni pestered until her sister settled on the edge of her bed. Pulling out her face paints she mixed and tinted them until they were exactly the shade she desired before starting to daintily apply them to her sister's face.
“Don’t you dare blink.” Dafni groused as she squinted warily at her sister's face. Because let's be honest, she wouldn't be surprised if Melina did, and ruined all of her hard work.
First she lined her sister's lips with a pale pinkish red before moving onto her eyes. A base coat came first before she started in on the rosy color. The tint started out dark before gradually fading the farther it went from her lids. In the end, it turned out incredible. Dafni’s skill should be renowned, she should be applauded for her genius with a brush and color. Melina looked utterly incredible. Not as good as Dafni of course, that would be laughable, but for Melina, she looked fantastic. The red brought out the lushness of her lips and highlighted all of the hidden colors in her deep brown irises. It made her nearly alluring.
“Now for the clothes!” Her grin was oh so excited.
Melina wondered for a brief moment in time, which god she pissed off. At first, Melina thought it was Aphrodite. She wasn’t as beautiful or loveable as her cousins. But then Melina realized that as beautiful as Dafni was, and by the gods, she was gorgeous, she was not lovable. How many times did Melina think ’If she wasn’t my sister’ in her life? Melina would lay down her life for Dafni, of course, and scream at anyone who hurt her… but also she wanted to kill Dafni and yell at her for being… well, her. It was a confusing conundrum, a cycle of love and hate that Melina suffered through each and every second she was with her darling sister.
Melina went to whack her, but Dafni had twirled away before she could even lift her hand. Hades take her now. Melina followed Dafni like a puppy, tail between her legs, as she pursued through her paints. It was odd. They shopped at the same places, were gifted the same things, but even her paints seemed of higher quality than Melina. However, this observation was not entirely new. Melina had recently taken to sneaking into her mother’s room when no one was around to try her makeup and clothing. It seemed as soon as Melina owned something, it… lost its value.
Or was that her doubt rearing its ugly face again?
Melina did quiet as she watched as her sister contemplated what to use. While Melina would never voice this, she wondered what was going through her sister’s mind. How did she match colors to the person? Was there a tried and true method, or did she get lucky? Did her natural beauty make makeup look that much better, or did the makeup elevate her natural beauty?
She should, perhaps, ask her cousins or mother or even Dafni about this… but that would require her voicing her insecurities. Instead, it was much easier to dump those thoughts in her diary and experiment by herself where no one was around to laugh at her. That... sounded like an easier plan.
Melina didn’t say anything when she was asked not to blink. She was good at least staying still. It wasn’t the first time her makeup was done for her- though a handmaiden like Xan usually did it. When Dafni finished, Melina stared at the mirror. It… looked…
It looked good. Her face looked different. The red really brought out her eyes, almost making them be… alluring. Don’t be an idiot. Nothing is alluring about you. There it was, that little whisper of doubt ready to drag her down when she started to climb up. Red? Do you even have the confidence for that?
… That answer was obvious. Red? What was Dafni thinking? Melina would never be able to pull off such a bold color. “Dafni, don’t you think we should try something a little… subdued? Red just seems so…” Melina bit down on her lip and ran a hand through her hair. “I just don’t think red is a color for me."
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Melina wondered for a brief moment in time, which god she pissed off. At first, Melina thought it was Aphrodite. She wasn’t as beautiful or loveable as her cousins. But then Melina realized that as beautiful as Dafni was, and by the gods, she was gorgeous, she was not lovable. How many times did Melina think ’If she wasn’t my sister’ in her life? Melina would lay down her life for Dafni, of course, and scream at anyone who hurt her… but also she wanted to kill Dafni and yell at her for being… well, her. It was a confusing conundrum, a cycle of love and hate that Melina suffered through each and every second she was with her darling sister.
Melina went to whack her, but Dafni had twirled away before she could even lift her hand. Hades take her now. Melina followed Dafni like a puppy, tail between her legs, as she pursued through her paints. It was odd. They shopped at the same places, were gifted the same things, but even her paints seemed of higher quality than Melina. However, this observation was not entirely new. Melina had recently taken to sneaking into her mother’s room when no one was around to try her makeup and clothing. It seemed as soon as Melina owned something, it… lost its value.
Or was that her doubt rearing its ugly face again?
Melina did quiet as she watched as her sister contemplated what to use. While Melina would never voice this, she wondered what was going through her sister’s mind. How did she match colors to the person? Was there a tried and true method, or did she get lucky? Did her natural beauty make makeup look that much better, or did the makeup elevate her natural beauty?
She should, perhaps, ask her cousins or mother or even Dafni about this… but that would require her voicing her insecurities. Instead, it was much easier to dump those thoughts in her diary and experiment by herself where no one was around to laugh at her. That... sounded like an easier plan.
Melina didn’t say anything when she was asked not to blink. She was good at least staying still. It wasn’t the first time her makeup was done for her- though a handmaiden like Xan usually did it. When Dafni finished, Melina stared at the mirror. It… looked…
It looked good. Her face looked different. The red really brought out her eyes, almost making them be… alluring. Don’t be an idiot. Nothing is alluring about you. There it was, that little whisper of doubt ready to drag her down when she started to climb up. Red? Do you even have the confidence for that?
… That answer was obvious. Red? What was Dafni thinking? Melina would never be able to pull off such a bold color. “Dafni, don’t you think we should try something a little… subdued? Red just seems so…” Melina bit down on her lip and ran a hand through her hair. “I just don’t think red is a color for me."
Melina wondered for a brief moment in time, which god she pissed off. At first, Melina thought it was Aphrodite. She wasn’t as beautiful or loveable as her cousins. But then Melina realized that as beautiful as Dafni was, and by the gods, she was gorgeous, she was not lovable. How many times did Melina think ’If she wasn’t my sister’ in her life? Melina would lay down her life for Dafni, of course, and scream at anyone who hurt her… but also she wanted to kill Dafni and yell at her for being… well, her. It was a confusing conundrum, a cycle of love and hate that Melina suffered through each and every second she was with her darling sister.
Melina went to whack her, but Dafni had twirled away before she could even lift her hand. Hades take her now. Melina followed Dafni like a puppy, tail between her legs, as she pursued through her paints. It was odd. They shopped at the same places, were gifted the same things, but even her paints seemed of higher quality than Melina. However, this observation was not entirely new. Melina had recently taken to sneaking into her mother’s room when no one was around to try her makeup and clothing. It seemed as soon as Melina owned something, it… lost its value.
Or was that her doubt rearing its ugly face again?
Melina did quiet as she watched as her sister contemplated what to use. While Melina would never voice this, she wondered what was going through her sister’s mind. How did she match colors to the person? Was there a tried and true method, or did she get lucky? Did her natural beauty make makeup look that much better, or did the makeup elevate her natural beauty?
She should, perhaps, ask her cousins or mother or even Dafni about this… but that would require her voicing her insecurities. Instead, it was much easier to dump those thoughts in her diary and experiment by herself where no one was around to laugh at her. That... sounded like an easier plan.
Melina didn’t say anything when she was asked not to blink. She was good at least staying still. It wasn’t the first time her makeup was done for her- though a handmaiden like Xan usually did it. When Dafni finished, Melina stared at the mirror. It… looked…
It looked good. Her face looked different. The red really brought out her eyes, almost making them be… alluring. Don’t be an idiot. Nothing is alluring about you. There it was, that little whisper of doubt ready to drag her down when she started to climb up. Red? Do you even have the confidence for that?
… That answer was obvious. Red? What was Dafni thinking? Melina would never be able to pull off such a bold color. “Dafni, don’t you think we should try something a little… subdued? Red just seems so…” Melina bit down on her lip and ran a hand through her hair. “I just don’t think red is a color for me."
“Well of course it’s not the color for you Melina,” Dafni exclaimed from where her head was now buried neck deep in her closet. The words muffled and near unintelligible with all the expensive cloths and silks that impeded its travel. “You haven't the confidence for it and none to blame for that but yourself”. She primly continued as she reluctantly exited the near mesmerizing collection of things she had spent her whole life painstakingly hoarding. It was truly an accomplishment her selection of clothes, only her mothers rivaled it, and well perhaps the queen, and the princess, and a few others but she wore it all better; obviously.
Her slender form was followed by the flutter of midnight black silk peplos as it flowed through the air in pursuit of the hand that drew it from its comfortable place in the closet and out into the room beyond. It was a beautiful garment with pristine rose colored embroidery along the hems as well as additional flowers and vines running up along the skirt and sleeves.
“Put this on.” Dafni commanded as she tossed the expensive and gorgeous silk creation at her sister like one might a simple washcloth upon a plain table. Well, a beautiful table cloth upon a simple wooden table would be a more apt description…
Within seconds she was gone once more and ruffling through her impressive selection of luxuries. Next she appeared with a blood red gossamer epiblem to adorn the black silk peblos and make the tints of the embroidery and makeup stand out more promptly. Every added garment, just as every stroke of her paints, bringing out more and more of a hidden beauty that Melina would refuse to see even when Dafni was finished and had placed her smack dab in front of a mirror.
Of course that was still a few minutes away, the jewelry still needed to be selected!
“Rose or blood rose or blood..” Dafni murmured to herself as she sent her sister glaring looks. They were not of hate or irritation at her sister per say, simply the extra work that needed to go into dressing her older sister than ever needed to be put into dressing herself as she simply made every outfit look incredible. She was blessed that way. The concepted though making her pause and stare lovingly into the distance as she thought other own beauty before the fidgeting of her sister brought her back to reality. In the end she decided on rosy colored gems that were a little more pink than red to match the embroidery and varying shades of her makeup as well as stand out against the red epiblem while still blending seamlessly into the color scheme of the whole ensemble. The variations of shades of her chosen color adding a further allure to Melina’s appearance that a total monopoly of one color could never achieve. It added texture almost, a depth to the color scheme and blending of the contrary materials. The set was one of the already described rose red jewels with diamond accents. The beautiful and yet simple necklace hung about her sister's neck tighter than most, the eye catching droplet shaped gem cradled in the divot of her clavicle. Upon her wrists and ears dangling matching bracelets and tasteful earrings in the same style.
Finished Dafni signed in adoration.
“You look beautiful Melina,” Dafni whispered in a rare moment of raw sincerity, her bewitching green eyes wide and un-shuttered, full of honesty and love. But as always her words ruined it mere moments later. “Almost as beautiful as me,” was her teasing attempt to dispel her momentary reverie.
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“Well of course it’s not the color for you Melina,” Dafni exclaimed from where her head was now buried neck deep in her closet. The words muffled and near unintelligible with all the expensive cloths and silks that impeded its travel. “You haven't the confidence for it and none to blame for that but yourself”. She primly continued as she reluctantly exited the near mesmerizing collection of things she had spent her whole life painstakingly hoarding. It was truly an accomplishment her selection of clothes, only her mothers rivaled it, and well perhaps the queen, and the princess, and a few others but she wore it all better; obviously.
Her slender form was followed by the flutter of midnight black silk peplos as it flowed through the air in pursuit of the hand that drew it from its comfortable place in the closet and out into the room beyond. It was a beautiful garment with pristine rose colored embroidery along the hems as well as additional flowers and vines running up along the skirt and sleeves.
“Put this on.” Dafni commanded as she tossed the expensive and gorgeous silk creation at her sister like one might a simple washcloth upon a plain table. Well, a beautiful table cloth upon a simple wooden table would be a more apt description…
Within seconds she was gone once more and ruffling through her impressive selection of luxuries. Next she appeared with a blood red gossamer epiblem to adorn the black silk peblos and make the tints of the embroidery and makeup stand out more promptly. Every added garment, just as every stroke of her paints, bringing out more and more of a hidden beauty that Melina would refuse to see even when Dafni was finished and had placed her smack dab in front of a mirror.
Of course that was still a few minutes away, the jewelry still needed to be selected!
“Rose or blood rose or blood..” Dafni murmured to herself as she sent her sister glaring looks. They were not of hate or irritation at her sister per say, simply the extra work that needed to go into dressing her older sister than ever needed to be put into dressing herself as she simply made every outfit look incredible. She was blessed that way. The concepted though making her pause and stare lovingly into the distance as she thought other own beauty before the fidgeting of her sister brought her back to reality. In the end she decided on rosy colored gems that were a little more pink than red to match the embroidery and varying shades of her makeup as well as stand out against the red epiblem while still blending seamlessly into the color scheme of the whole ensemble. The variations of shades of her chosen color adding a further allure to Melina’s appearance that a total monopoly of one color could never achieve. It added texture almost, a depth to the color scheme and blending of the contrary materials. The set was one of the already described rose red jewels with diamond accents. The beautiful and yet simple necklace hung about her sister's neck tighter than most, the eye catching droplet shaped gem cradled in the divot of her clavicle. Upon her wrists and ears dangling matching bracelets and tasteful earrings in the same style.
Finished Dafni signed in adoration.
“You look beautiful Melina,” Dafni whispered in a rare moment of raw sincerity, her bewitching green eyes wide and un-shuttered, full of honesty and love. But as always her words ruined it mere moments later. “Almost as beautiful as me,” was her teasing attempt to dispel her momentary reverie.
“Well of course it’s not the color for you Melina,” Dafni exclaimed from where her head was now buried neck deep in her closet. The words muffled and near unintelligible with all the expensive cloths and silks that impeded its travel. “You haven't the confidence for it and none to blame for that but yourself”. She primly continued as she reluctantly exited the near mesmerizing collection of things she had spent her whole life painstakingly hoarding. It was truly an accomplishment her selection of clothes, only her mothers rivaled it, and well perhaps the queen, and the princess, and a few others but she wore it all better; obviously.
Her slender form was followed by the flutter of midnight black silk peplos as it flowed through the air in pursuit of the hand that drew it from its comfortable place in the closet and out into the room beyond. It was a beautiful garment with pristine rose colored embroidery along the hems as well as additional flowers and vines running up along the skirt and sleeves.
“Put this on.” Dafni commanded as she tossed the expensive and gorgeous silk creation at her sister like one might a simple washcloth upon a plain table. Well, a beautiful table cloth upon a simple wooden table would be a more apt description…
Within seconds she was gone once more and ruffling through her impressive selection of luxuries. Next she appeared with a blood red gossamer epiblem to adorn the black silk peblos and make the tints of the embroidery and makeup stand out more promptly. Every added garment, just as every stroke of her paints, bringing out more and more of a hidden beauty that Melina would refuse to see even when Dafni was finished and had placed her smack dab in front of a mirror.
Of course that was still a few minutes away, the jewelry still needed to be selected!
“Rose or blood rose or blood..” Dafni murmured to herself as she sent her sister glaring looks. They were not of hate or irritation at her sister per say, simply the extra work that needed to go into dressing her older sister than ever needed to be put into dressing herself as she simply made every outfit look incredible. She was blessed that way. The concepted though making her pause and stare lovingly into the distance as she thought other own beauty before the fidgeting of her sister brought her back to reality. In the end she decided on rosy colored gems that were a little more pink than red to match the embroidery and varying shades of her makeup as well as stand out against the red epiblem while still blending seamlessly into the color scheme of the whole ensemble. The variations of shades of her chosen color adding a further allure to Melina’s appearance that a total monopoly of one color could never achieve. It added texture almost, a depth to the color scheme and blending of the contrary materials. The set was one of the already described rose red jewels with diamond accents. The beautiful and yet simple necklace hung about her sister's neck tighter than most, the eye catching droplet shaped gem cradled in the divot of her clavicle. Upon her wrists and ears dangling matching bracelets and tasteful earrings in the same style.
Finished Dafni signed in adoration.
“You look beautiful Melina,” Dafni whispered in a rare moment of raw sincerity, her bewitching green eyes wide and un-shuttered, full of honesty and love. But as always her words ruined it mere moments later. “Almost as beautiful as me,” was her teasing attempt to dispel her momentary reverie.
You haven’t the confidence for it and none to blame for that but yourself! Dafni nearly hit the mark exactly. Melina certainly didn’t have the confidence for the color. She would kill to have that confidence. The red was a beautiful shade, so deep and alluring. If Melina had the confidence for it, perhaps she wouldn’t be so hopeless.
But she wasn’t right when she said that she only had herself to blame. Melina was cursed to stand next to beautiful people, blessed girls, with appearances that only the gods surpassed. Even her little sister could stand next to them confidently, rivaling them in beauty. (If only Dafni kept her mouth shut, she would be perfect like them). How could Melina stand to compete with that? She could have all the confidence in the world, but it would not even shine a light on Theodora, Evangelina, Imma, Selene, Olympia, or Nana. They would go on to marry princes. They would live a lavish life and have power at their fingertips. Melina? If she were lucky, she would marry a lower baron.
To call Melina jealous would be an understatement. She obsessed over this, day in and day out. Her diary was filled with scribbles of her little self-importance and her bitterness over the rest of her family. Perhaps this was why she fought Dafni so hard, relegating herself to sneakily trying on her mother’s clothes and makeup instead of standing next to Dafni, who looked so lovely without even trying. There was a barrier between them, whether or not her younger sister knew it. Dafni was better than Melina, denser, but better nonetheless. It didn’t stop Melina’s love for Dafni, but it certainly caused her to build walls around her.
Yet, Melina kept her inner turmoil silent. She entertained Dafni, standing there quietly as she pondered clothing then jewelry. Without any complaint (having wasted them all in the beginning), Melina obediently put on everything that was handed to her. She did not do more than glance at what she was given; her mind lost in her own depressed state.
Melina did not know what to expect when she looked at the mirror, but it certainly wasn’t this. She expected the red to be bold and confident, almost comical on someone like Melina. Instead, it was alluring and seductive, adding a mystique to her that Melina didn’t even realize she had. Dafni spoke, and when she complimented her, it seemed sincere. Melina didn’t even notice her teasing. She was lost in the reflection.
I look like mom. This was Melina’s first thoughts. Never did she ever feel like she was truly the daughter of Eirini of Leventi. To Melina, no person was more gorgeous than her mother. It was… hard to believe that she was her daughter, so much so that it was only a familial bond that reminded Melina that it was true. But looking in the reflection, she could see the subtle traits inherited by her mother. My eyes…
Melina felt like a Leventi.
That isn’t you. The hideous voice of doubt snaked its way to Melina’s mind. Look at Dafni. That’s beauty. You? You’re nothing. Her dark eyes flickered to Dafni then back to her reflection. She felt like a stranger in her own skin. Melina wanted to love this; she wanted to love herself. She wanted to hug Dafni and thank her. She wanted to lift up her chin and feel confident.
But any step forward felt like a step backward. Call it doubt, call it depression, call it what you will, the voice was always there to drag Melina back down to the pits of despair. She felt her stomach begin to boil and rumble, and she blinked several times, pulling herself out of her stupor.
“No, no. It’s not right. Thank you, Dafni, but no.” Her voice sounded strained as she quickly walked towards where Dafni kept her jewelry. She yanked off her bracelets quickly, gently placing them down. The earrings were the next to go, as she pulled them as quickly as she could from her ears without ripping them in the process.
It was the necklace that caused Melina to hesitate. It was simple and delicate, and the one thing that Melina did truly like. There was not much to the design. By itself, it could even be called plain but adorned on Melina; it became something special. It was like a lily, simple and pure, and beautiful because of that. Melina’s hand wrapped around the droplet as she took a deep yet shaky breath.
Melina turned to her sister. “I’d like my book now, please. I am done playing dress-up.” Her red lips were pursed, and she still clutched the necklace. Somewhere in the back of Melina’s mind, she knew her reaction was illogical. Emotion rarely had logic. But that voice, that damned voice, was so much louder. The lack of belief she had in herself dragged her down. All Melina ever saw was darkness with no hope of ever seeing the light.
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You haven’t the confidence for it and none to blame for that but yourself! Dafni nearly hit the mark exactly. Melina certainly didn’t have the confidence for the color. She would kill to have that confidence. The red was a beautiful shade, so deep and alluring. If Melina had the confidence for it, perhaps she wouldn’t be so hopeless.
But she wasn’t right when she said that she only had herself to blame. Melina was cursed to stand next to beautiful people, blessed girls, with appearances that only the gods surpassed. Even her little sister could stand next to them confidently, rivaling them in beauty. (If only Dafni kept her mouth shut, she would be perfect like them). How could Melina stand to compete with that? She could have all the confidence in the world, but it would not even shine a light on Theodora, Evangelina, Imma, Selene, Olympia, or Nana. They would go on to marry princes. They would live a lavish life and have power at their fingertips. Melina? If she were lucky, she would marry a lower baron.
To call Melina jealous would be an understatement. She obsessed over this, day in and day out. Her diary was filled with scribbles of her little self-importance and her bitterness over the rest of her family. Perhaps this was why she fought Dafni so hard, relegating herself to sneakily trying on her mother’s clothes and makeup instead of standing next to Dafni, who looked so lovely without even trying. There was a barrier between them, whether or not her younger sister knew it. Dafni was better than Melina, denser, but better nonetheless. It didn’t stop Melina’s love for Dafni, but it certainly caused her to build walls around her.
Yet, Melina kept her inner turmoil silent. She entertained Dafni, standing there quietly as she pondered clothing then jewelry. Without any complaint (having wasted them all in the beginning), Melina obediently put on everything that was handed to her. She did not do more than glance at what she was given; her mind lost in her own depressed state.
Melina did not know what to expect when she looked at the mirror, but it certainly wasn’t this. She expected the red to be bold and confident, almost comical on someone like Melina. Instead, it was alluring and seductive, adding a mystique to her that Melina didn’t even realize she had. Dafni spoke, and when she complimented her, it seemed sincere. Melina didn’t even notice her teasing. She was lost in the reflection.
I look like mom. This was Melina’s first thoughts. Never did she ever feel like she was truly the daughter of Eirini of Leventi. To Melina, no person was more gorgeous than her mother. It was… hard to believe that she was her daughter, so much so that it was only a familial bond that reminded Melina that it was true. But looking in the reflection, she could see the subtle traits inherited by her mother. My eyes…
Melina felt like a Leventi.
That isn’t you. The hideous voice of doubt snaked its way to Melina’s mind. Look at Dafni. That’s beauty. You? You’re nothing. Her dark eyes flickered to Dafni then back to her reflection. She felt like a stranger in her own skin. Melina wanted to love this; she wanted to love herself. She wanted to hug Dafni and thank her. She wanted to lift up her chin and feel confident.
But any step forward felt like a step backward. Call it doubt, call it depression, call it what you will, the voice was always there to drag Melina back down to the pits of despair. She felt her stomach begin to boil and rumble, and she blinked several times, pulling herself out of her stupor.
“No, no. It’s not right. Thank you, Dafni, but no.” Her voice sounded strained as she quickly walked towards where Dafni kept her jewelry. She yanked off her bracelets quickly, gently placing them down. The earrings were the next to go, as she pulled them as quickly as she could from her ears without ripping them in the process.
It was the necklace that caused Melina to hesitate. It was simple and delicate, and the one thing that Melina did truly like. There was not much to the design. By itself, it could even be called plain but adorned on Melina; it became something special. It was like a lily, simple and pure, and beautiful because of that. Melina’s hand wrapped around the droplet as she took a deep yet shaky breath.
Melina turned to her sister. “I’d like my book now, please. I am done playing dress-up.” Her red lips were pursed, and she still clutched the necklace. Somewhere in the back of Melina’s mind, she knew her reaction was illogical. Emotion rarely had logic. But that voice, that damned voice, was so much louder. The lack of belief she had in herself dragged her down. All Melina ever saw was darkness with no hope of ever seeing the light.
You haven’t the confidence for it and none to blame for that but yourself! Dafni nearly hit the mark exactly. Melina certainly didn’t have the confidence for the color. She would kill to have that confidence. The red was a beautiful shade, so deep and alluring. If Melina had the confidence for it, perhaps she wouldn’t be so hopeless.
But she wasn’t right when she said that she only had herself to blame. Melina was cursed to stand next to beautiful people, blessed girls, with appearances that only the gods surpassed. Even her little sister could stand next to them confidently, rivaling them in beauty. (If only Dafni kept her mouth shut, she would be perfect like them). How could Melina stand to compete with that? She could have all the confidence in the world, but it would not even shine a light on Theodora, Evangelina, Imma, Selene, Olympia, or Nana. They would go on to marry princes. They would live a lavish life and have power at their fingertips. Melina? If she were lucky, she would marry a lower baron.
To call Melina jealous would be an understatement. She obsessed over this, day in and day out. Her diary was filled with scribbles of her little self-importance and her bitterness over the rest of her family. Perhaps this was why she fought Dafni so hard, relegating herself to sneakily trying on her mother’s clothes and makeup instead of standing next to Dafni, who looked so lovely without even trying. There was a barrier between them, whether or not her younger sister knew it. Dafni was better than Melina, denser, but better nonetheless. It didn’t stop Melina’s love for Dafni, but it certainly caused her to build walls around her.
Yet, Melina kept her inner turmoil silent. She entertained Dafni, standing there quietly as she pondered clothing then jewelry. Without any complaint (having wasted them all in the beginning), Melina obediently put on everything that was handed to her. She did not do more than glance at what she was given; her mind lost in her own depressed state.
Melina did not know what to expect when she looked at the mirror, but it certainly wasn’t this. She expected the red to be bold and confident, almost comical on someone like Melina. Instead, it was alluring and seductive, adding a mystique to her that Melina didn’t even realize she had. Dafni spoke, and when she complimented her, it seemed sincere. Melina didn’t even notice her teasing. She was lost in the reflection.
I look like mom. This was Melina’s first thoughts. Never did she ever feel like she was truly the daughter of Eirini of Leventi. To Melina, no person was more gorgeous than her mother. It was… hard to believe that she was her daughter, so much so that it was only a familial bond that reminded Melina that it was true. But looking in the reflection, she could see the subtle traits inherited by her mother. My eyes…
Melina felt like a Leventi.
That isn’t you. The hideous voice of doubt snaked its way to Melina’s mind. Look at Dafni. That’s beauty. You? You’re nothing. Her dark eyes flickered to Dafni then back to her reflection. She felt like a stranger in her own skin. Melina wanted to love this; she wanted to love herself. She wanted to hug Dafni and thank her. She wanted to lift up her chin and feel confident.
But any step forward felt like a step backward. Call it doubt, call it depression, call it what you will, the voice was always there to drag Melina back down to the pits of despair. She felt her stomach begin to boil and rumble, and she blinked several times, pulling herself out of her stupor.
“No, no. It’s not right. Thank you, Dafni, but no.” Her voice sounded strained as she quickly walked towards where Dafni kept her jewelry. She yanked off her bracelets quickly, gently placing them down. The earrings were the next to go, as she pulled them as quickly as she could from her ears without ripping them in the process.
It was the necklace that caused Melina to hesitate. It was simple and delicate, and the one thing that Melina did truly like. There was not much to the design. By itself, it could even be called plain but adorned on Melina; it became something special. It was like a lily, simple and pure, and beautiful because of that. Melina’s hand wrapped around the droplet as she took a deep yet shaky breath.
Melina turned to her sister. “I’d like my book now, please. I am done playing dress-up.” Her red lips were pursed, and she still clutched the necklace. Somewhere in the back of Melina’s mind, she knew her reaction was illogical. Emotion rarely had logic. But that voice, that damned voice, was so much louder. The lack of belief she had in herself dragged her down. All Melina ever saw was darkness with no hope of ever seeing the light.
“Are you even listening to me?” Dafni whined as her complement seemed to fall on def ears. Jeez you try to be nice… Or maybe Melina was just that engrossed in Dafni’s incredible and breathtakingly stunning skill with a brush and fashion that Melina’s words and usually ever present criticism of herself was struck dumb, def, and mute. Yes yes that seemed more likely. Melina was not ignoring her sincere compliment and hilarious wit rather doing something even better, admiring Dafni’s expertise in making the plane beautiful. That conceded illusion lasted all of one minute. Though she did make the most of that minute. Her preening was top notch, fingers fluttering through her hair and eyes making the most seductive come hither looks she had ever conjured. The young Leventi lost to herself in the mirror as he hovered over her sisters still and intensely self observant form.
Oh yes she was beautiful, breathtaking, gods damn bewitching. It was a tragic miracle some rich king had not deposed his wife and taken Dafni in the lousy woman's stead already! But she had time yet, that would come later. She just had to find a worthy enough champion of her illustrious beauty.
Honestly, if conceitedness could be bottled and turned into a perfume, Dafni would be the flower they crushed to get the scent. It damn near wafted off of her in tangible waves.
Signing as she ran a finger down her check and gave the mirror a faux pouty look, eyes fluttering and staring transfixed at the reflective surface she spent so much time sitting before, Dafni nearly fell to the floor when Melina suddenly burst into motion.
“Melina what are you-”. She sputtered before letting the words trail off as she saw the near desperate state her sister was in. She was manic with the need to rid herself of Danfi’s fine jewelry and remarkable artistry. It nearly made the young Leventi uncomfortable with the raw… wrongness of it. No sister of herself should be so insecure as to be sent in a fearful tizzy at the sigh of her own face painted and primped to perfection, body encased in finery that made her normally drab appearance bloom with beauty.
How insecure she really must be.
For a moment Dafni did not respond to her sister’s heated and self loathing words. For a moment… she just stared at her as if she truly had never seen her before. Had never seen this weak, scared creature in her life. This thing of such abject self horror it could barely look at itself in a mirror. Like a vampire its reflection seemed to disappear, as if it didn't exist, didn't deserve to exist; is that how her sister truly thought of herself?
It enraged Dafni to think of it. To think her sister did not have the self confidence to even look herself in the eyes. Dafni may play, and she may be right when she said Melina was no goddess to bring men to their knees, but she was by no means ugly. Out of all the women in the world, Melina was definitely in the top 60% looks wise, of that Dafni was sure. So to see a Leventi, a sister she cherished secretly, and so much so as to know that if it came down to it she’d lay her life down for her, made Dafni seethe inside. To know what someone she felt so deeply about thought themselves disgusting, didn’t have the confidence to even love themselves, horrified her. The complexity of Dafni’s emotions, so far beyond her own compression and shallow self desires, she knew not how to handle them.
“Fine.” Was all she said. All she could say in the face of her revelation. Grabbing the book with rough fingers she shoved it into her sisters chest. “But it is your own fault, and your self depreciation will be the end of you one day dear sister.” The words dripping with disappointment, like poison off a knife. The droplets burning and smoking as they may contact. Letting go of the book she took a step back. “Keep the necklace, maybe it will be able to make you feel as worthy in your eyes for but a second, as mine find you every day.” Her words were almost resigned as she turned her back to her sister and went to sit before the mirror once more. She needed to do her makeup, to apply her mask so none could see the sadness her sisters' idiocy stabbed into the depths of her being. If Melina wanted to treat herself as a waste of space so be it, but Danfi would never mince her words to spare her sisters deluded self image, she would rip it to pieces syllable by syllable. Hopefully, one day, it would be enough, because if Dafni had to watch Melina drown in her own self made sorrow, it might just kill her as well.
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“Are you even listening to me?” Dafni whined as her complement seemed to fall on def ears. Jeez you try to be nice… Or maybe Melina was just that engrossed in Dafni’s incredible and breathtakingly stunning skill with a brush and fashion that Melina’s words and usually ever present criticism of herself was struck dumb, def, and mute. Yes yes that seemed more likely. Melina was not ignoring her sincere compliment and hilarious wit rather doing something even better, admiring Dafni’s expertise in making the plane beautiful. That conceded illusion lasted all of one minute. Though she did make the most of that minute. Her preening was top notch, fingers fluttering through her hair and eyes making the most seductive come hither looks she had ever conjured. The young Leventi lost to herself in the mirror as he hovered over her sisters still and intensely self observant form.
Oh yes she was beautiful, breathtaking, gods damn bewitching. It was a tragic miracle some rich king had not deposed his wife and taken Dafni in the lousy woman's stead already! But she had time yet, that would come later. She just had to find a worthy enough champion of her illustrious beauty.
Honestly, if conceitedness could be bottled and turned into a perfume, Dafni would be the flower they crushed to get the scent. It damn near wafted off of her in tangible waves.
Signing as she ran a finger down her check and gave the mirror a faux pouty look, eyes fluttering and staring transfixed at the reflective surface she spent so much time sitting before, Dafni nearly fell to the floor when Melina suddenly burst into motion.
“Melina what are you-”. She sputtered before letting the words trail off as she saw the near desperate state her sister was in. She was manic with the need to rid herself of Danfi’s fine jewelry and remarkable artistry. It nearly made the young Leventi uncomfortable with the raw… wrongness of it. No sister of herself should be so insecure as to be sent in a fearful tizzy at the sigh of her own face painted and primped to perfection, body encased in finery that made her normally drab appearance bloom with beauty.
How insecure she really must be.
For a moment Dafni did not respond to her sister’s heated and self loathing words. For a moment… she just stared at her as if she truly had never seen her before. Had never seen this weak, scared creature in her life. This thing of such abject self horror it could barely look at itself in a mirror. Like a vampire its reflection seemed to disappear, as if it didn't exist, didn't deserve to exist; is that how her sister truly thought of herself?
It enraged Dafni to think of it. To think her sister did not have the self confidence to even look herself in the eyes. Dafni may play, and she may be right when she said Melina was no goddess to bring men to their knees, but she was by no means ugly. Out of all the women in the world, Melina was definitely in the top 60% looks wise, of that Dafni was sure. So to see a Leventi, a sister she cherished secretly, and so much so as to know that if it came down to it she’d lay her life down for her, made Dafni seethe inside. To know what someone she felt so deeply about thought themselves disgusting, didn’t have the confidence to even love themselves, horrified her. The complexity of Dafni’s emotions, so far beyond her own compression and shallow self desires, she knew not how to handle them.
“Fine.” Was all she said. All she could say in the face of her revelation. Grabbing the book with rough fingers she shoved it into her sisters chest. “But it is your own fault, and your self depreciation will be the end of you one day dear sister.” The words dripping with disappointment, like poison off a knife. The droplets burning and smoking as they may contact. Letting go of the book she took a step back. “Keep the necklace, maybe it will be able to make you feel as worthy in your eyes for but a second, as mine find you every day.” Her words were almost resigned as she turned her back to her sister and went to sit before the mirror once more. She needed to do her makeup, to apply her mask so none could see the sadness her sisters' idiocy stabbed into the depths of her being. If Melina wanted to treat herself as a waste of space so be it, but Danfi would never mince her words to spare her sisters deluded self image, she would rip it to pieces syllable by syllable. Hopefully, one day, it would be enough, because if Dafni had to watch Melina drown in her own self made sorrow, it might just kill her as well.
“Are you even listening to me?” Dafni whined as her complement seemed to fall on def ears. Jeez you try to be nice… Or maybe Melina was just that engrossed in Dafni’s incredible and breathtakingly stunning skill with a brush and fashion that Melina’s words and usually ever present criticism of herself was struck dumb, def, and mute. Yes yes that seemed more likely. Melina was not ignoring her sincere compliment and hilarious wit rather doing something even better, admiring Dafni’s expertise in making the plane beautiful. That conceded illusion lasted all of one minute. Though she did make the most of that minute. Her preening was top notch, fingers fluttering through her hair and eyes making the most seductive come hither looks she had ever conjured. The young Leventi lost to herself in the mirror as he hovered over her sisters still and intensely self observant form.
Oh yes she was beautiful, breathtaking, gods damn bewitching. It was a tragic miracle some rich king had not deposed his wife and taken Dafni in the lousy woman's stead already! But she had time yet, that would come later. She just had to find a worthy enough champion of her illustrious beauty.
Honestly, if conceitedness could be bottled and turned into a perfume, Dafni would be the flower they crushed to get the scent. It damn near wafted off of her in tangible waves.
Signing as she ran a finger down her check and gave the mirror a faux pouty look, eyes fluttering and staring transfixed at the reflective surface she spent so much time sitting before, Dafni nearly fell to the floor when Melina suddenly burst into motion.
“Melina what are you-”. She sputtered before letting the words trail off as she saw the near desperate state her sister was in. She was manic with the need to rid herself of Danfi’s fine jewelry and remarkable artistry. It nearly made the young Leventi uncomfortable with the raw… wrongness of it. No sister of herself should be so insecure as to be sent in a fearful tizzy at the sigh of her own face painted and primped to perfection, body encased in finery that made her normally drab appearance bloom with beauty.
How insecure she really must be.
For a moment Dafni did not respond to her sister’s heated and self loathing words. For a moment… she just stared at her as if she truly had never seen her before. Had never seen this weak, scared creature in her life. This thing of such abject self horror it could barely look at itself in a mirror. Like a vampire its reflection seemed to disappear, as if it didn't exist, didn't deserve to exist; is that how her sister truly thought of herself?
It enraged Dafni to think of it. To think her sister did not have the self confidence to even look herself in the eyes. Dafni may play, and she may be right when she said Melina was no goddess to bring men to their knees, but she was by no means ugly. Out of all the women in the world, Melina was definitely in the top 60% looks wise, of that Dafni was sure. So to see a Leventi, a sister she cherished secretly, and so much so as to know that if it came down to it she’d lay her life down for her, made Dafni seethe inside. To know what someone she felt so deeply about thought themselves disgusting, didn’t have the confidence to even love themselves, horrified her. The complexity of Dafni’s emotions, so far beyond her own compression and shallow self desires, she knew not how to handle them.
“Fine.” Was all she said. All she could say in the face of her revelation. Grabbing the book with rough fingers she shoved it into her sisters chest. “But it is your own fault, and your self depreciation will be the end of you one day dear sister.” The words dripping with disappointment, like poison off a knife. The droplets burning and smoking as they may contact. Letting go of the book she took a step back. “Keep the necklace, maybe it will be able to make you feel as worthy in your eyes for but a second, as mine find you every day.” Her words were almost resigned as she turned her back to her sister and went to sit before the mirror once more. She needed to do her makeup, to apply her mask so none could see the sadness her sisters' idiocy stabbed into the depths of her being. If Melina wanted to treat herself as a waste of space so be it, but Danfi would never mince her words to spare her sisters deluded self image, she would rip it to pieces syllable by syllable. Hopefully, one day, it would be enough, because if Dafni had to watch Melina drown in her own self made sorrow, it might just kill her as well.
There would be a day where Melina would look back at her sister’s words and not feel embarrassment, disappointment, or anger. She would look back at them and realize that, no matter how harsh Dafni was, she was being honest. Melina would remember this moment and think about how lucky she was to have a sister like her- one that loves her despite her faults and wants her to see the worth that she has within.
That day wasn’t today. Today Melina had gone through a spiral of self-hatred and trapped herself in a war within her mind. Words like stupid, ugly, waste cycled through- words that had no reason to be there. Whether it came from age, experience, or sheer will one day those words would disappear and be replaced with intelligent, beautiful, and worthy. That day wasn’t today.
Today, Melina saw the disappointment in her sister’s eyes and felt the razor-sharp words slice through her. The poison seeped deep within her very being, and she held the book to her chest unmoving, unable to come up with anything She was defenseless to her sister’s attack, staring at her with eyes filled with hurt and confusion as she tried to understand the meaning behind what Dafni said. Keep the necklace, maybe it will be able to make you feel as worthy in your eyes for but a second, as mine find you every day. A part of Melina wanted to let those words sink in, to hear past the tone and see past her sister’s look, but another part, the predominant depression that plagued Melina, threw up an impenetrable wall. And so silence was all Melina could respond with, one hand gripping the book like it was a lifeline and the other wrapped around the necklace that hung delicately on her neck.
Move. Say something. Anything. “Th-Thank you,” Melina stuttered, blinking as she forced herself out of her stupor. Her sister had already turned her back from her. Melina fought the wobble from her lip. She had no reason to cry. Why did she feel sad? Or… ashamed? Emotions were rarely logical, but how Melina wished that they would be.
And what was she thanking Dafni for? For the makeover? For what she said? None of this made sense. There was one thing that she said, however, that did. It was Melina’s fault. Her insecurity, her confusion, this situation… everything. Everything was always Melina’s fault. She was stupid, wrong, emotional, and unworthy. And this moment highlighted just that. That must be the reason for the shame that rooted itself deep within her veins and the tears that wanted to sting her eyes. Melina deserved this. Melina deserved every bad thing. This was her fault.
One day she will get to the point where her chin could be held high, like Dafni. That day wasn’t today. So dropping the necklace to stop looking like an idiot, Melina too turned on her heel and fled her sister’s room as fast as she could. Only when she reached her room, slamming the door behind her, did she sink to the floor. That was… humiliating.
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There would be a day where Melina would look back at her sister’s words and not feel embarrassment, disappointment, or anger. She would look back at them and realize that, no matter how harsh Dafni was, she was being honest. Melina would remember this moment and think about how lucky she was to have a sister like her- one that loves her despite her faults and wants her to see the worth that she has within.
That day wasn’t today. Today Melina had gone through a spiral of self-hatred and trapped herself in a war within her mind. Words like stupid, ugly, waste cycled through- words that had no reason to be there. Whether it came from age, experience, or sheer will one day those words would disappear and be replaced with intelligent, beautiful, and worthy. That day wasn’t today.
Today, Melina saw the disappointment in her sister’s eyes and felt the razor-sharp words slice through her. The poison seeped deep within her very being, and she held the book to her chest unmoving, unable to come up with anything She was defenseless to her sister’s attack, staring at her with eyes filled with hurt and confusion as she tried to understand the meaning behind what Dafni said. Keep the necklace, maybe it will be able to make you feel as worthy in your eyes for but a second, as mine find you every day. A part of Melina wanted to let those words sink in, to hear past the tone and see past her sister’s look, but another part, the predominant depression that plagued Melina, threw up an impenetrable wall. And so silence was all Melina could respond with, one hand gripping the book like it was a lifeline and the other wrapped around the necklace that hung delicately on her neck.
Move. Say something. Anything. “Th-Thank you,” Melina stuttered, blinking as she forced herself out of her stupor. Her sister had already turned her back from her. Melina fought the wobble from her lip. She had no reason to cry. Why did she feel sad? Or… ashamed? Emotions were rarely logical, but how Melina wished that they would be.
And what was she thanking Dafni for? For the makeover? For what she said? None of this made sense. There was one thing that she said, however, that did. It was Melina’s fault. Her insecurity, her confusion, this situation… everything. Everything was always Melina’s fault. She was stupid, wrong, emotional, and unworthy. And this moment highlighted just that. That must be the reason for the shame that rooted itself deep within her veins and the tears that wanted to sting her eyes. Melina deserved this. Melina deserved every bad thing. This was her fault.
One day she will get to the point where her chin could be held high, like Dafni. That day wasn’t today. So dropping the necklace to stop looking like an idiot, Melina too turned on her heel and fled her sister’s room as fast as she could. Only when she reached her room, slamming the door behind her, did she sink to the floor. That was… humiliating.
There would be a day where Melina would look back at her sister’s words and not feel embarrassment, disappointment, or anger. She would look back at them and realize that, no matter how harsh Dafni was, she was being honest. Melina would remember this moment and think about how lucky she was to have a sister like her- one that loves her despite her faults and wants her to see the worth that she has within.
That day wasn’t today. Today Melina had gone through a spiral of self-hatred and trapped herself in a war within her mind. Words like stupid, ugly, waste cycled through- words that had no reason to be there. Whether it came from age, experience, or sheer will one day those words would disappear and be replaced with intelligent, beautiful, and worthy. That day wasn’t today.
Today, Melina saw the disappointment in her sister’s eyes and felt the razor-sharp words slice through her. The poison seeped deep within her very being, and she held the book to her chest unmoving, unable to come up with anything She was defenseless to her sister’s attack, staring at her with eyes filled with hurt and confusion as she tried to understand the meaning behind what Dafni said. Keep the necklace, maybe it will be able to make you feel as worthy in your eyes for but a second, as mine find you every day. A part of Melina wanted to let those words sink in, to hear past the tone and see past her sister’s look, but another part, the predominant depression that plagued Melina, threw up an impenetrable wall. And so silence was all Melina could respond with, one hand gripping the book like it was a lifeline and the other wrapped around the necklace that hung delicately on her neck.
Move. Say something. Anything. “Th-Thank you,” Melina stuttered, blinking as she forced herself out of her stupor. Her sister had already turned her back from her. Melina fought the wobble from her lip. She had no reason to cry. Why did she feel sad? Or… ashamed? Emotions were rarely logical, but how Melina wished that they would be.
And what was she thanking Dafni for? For the makeover? For what she said? None of this made sense. There was one thing that she said, however, that did. It was Melina’s fault. Her insecurity, her confusion, this situation… everything. Everything was always Melina’s fault. She was stupid, wrong, emotional, and unworthy. And this moment highlighted just that. That must be the reason for the shame that rooted itself deep within her veins and the tears that wanted to sting her eyes. Melina deserved this. Melina deserved every bad thing. This was her fault.
One day she will get to the point where her chin could be held high, like Dafni. That day wasn’t today. So dropping the necklace to stop looking like an idiot, Melina too turned on her heel and fled her sister’s room as fast as she could. Only when she reached her room, slamming the door behind her, did she sink to the floor. That was… humiliating.
