vietato morire !

Shock horror: on some level, Rebecca Bianchi ( renowned detractor of monogamy that she is ) herself does want to find genuine love. Perhaps it’s something that’s been brought out in her more recently, or maybe it’s always been there — something she’s never acknowledged — but it’s a desire she can’t seem to get rid of, unfortunately. 

athena: what have you got planned for your birthday this year? i'm assuming you're picking both our outfits yes?

Rebecca Bianchi’s mind was not her typical palace of the narcissistic ideal; recent events had crafted a Colosseum where the war of words and emotions were about as brutal as one might expect. ‘Recent’ here means ‘not so recent as this made it sound, and the Rebecca of times before would be howling with laughter and telling her: superalo già, fottuto inferno!’

Athena had grown up with every action being watched. Whether it was by her father or him or anyone else that would report back to either one. Perhaps that was why she had attacked Rebecca for watching over her. Like she said, it was harder when one was more used to being hunted then protected. It only took a look at Rebecca’s fingertips for her to know who the other woman was thinking of in that moment.

For two people with awfully similar parents, neither spoke about them.

“Thank you and as of the time being, I am content to let them be. It seems as if they are nothing but a few young people who are in over their heads. An eye will be kept on them of course but considering there new of Hugo, they have done a little more good then bad.” Wrong answer. Her hands turned into fists underneath the table, nails digging into the flesh of her palms in an attempt to force the intrusive thought from her mind, the thought accompanied by a voice that she could not distinguish between Erik and him.

Neither spoke about them, likely because their parents were far from their only similarity; because they looked at one another and saw someone so close to themselves. Not quite like looking in a mirror, but about as close to it as they would ever find in another living soul. Truly, she would’ve loathed having a chaperone through the solstice if things were the other way around, but of all the things she’s been good at, not being a hypocrite has rarely been one of them.

Rebecca pushed out an exhale — feeling Athena’s gaze move from her face down to her hand — and her hand retracted quickly from the surface of the table as though scalded by it; a minute’s pause led her to thoughts of what could’ve been yet again, of her. 

Athena: there is nothing your mother should be critiquing about you

Athena: but yes, you are very pretty.

Athena: I remember now

Athena: Would have been funny though

Rebecca: sure would've been

Rebecca: plus, of all of the things my mamma could critique about me? my aesthetics aren't one of them

meme: succession starters ( cc @giofayed )

Rebecca watched Sergio for a moment, brows pinching together as she tried to ascertain what she thought about that statement; it was often indeed that her fellow Sentinel made her remember the thirteen years between them, but perhaps his guilelessness was what was refreshing about him. Bantering conversation came easily where with others, it could be so easily misread.

She hardly remembered the names of the other Endine sentinels, likely because they were impersonal. They didn’t want to be known, and she could understand that: to be seen, and known, is an intimidating prospect. Rebecca liked to be seen, but not known, and few people knew her.

Athena: who won that season?

Rebecca: anastasia. tall, half-russian.

Rebecca: yeah, i've watched it several times before but i'm just in the mood for terrible reality tv so i can look at it and say "at least i'm not doing that"

Athena: where are you?

Rebecca: in bed

Athena: you're thinking too much into this

Athena: exactly what i said

Rebecca: what else do you think i'm going to forget?

Athena: i'm not going to let you forget anything

Athena: i know you, you forget that

Rebecca: love is stupid anyway