(Hair streaked with daggers)

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

“Be careful Onya,” his eyes narrowed, his indignation almost tangible, “She has told you this, that she wishes to escape my tutelage?” His pride in his life’s work suffering a severe blow, “Explain yourself or I will see that she does.”

Her own eyes display no trace of emotion. She’s more VIGILANT than he’s aware. “She doesn’t have to tell me, Titus. Or you. Keep going the way you are and you’ll push her away. It’s YOU who should take care.” Her temper has carried her over the line and she knows it. Anya swallows hard but it changes nothing. There’s no calm to find. Not yet. “Have you forgotten your own lessons? You know what it takes to be commander. How they lead. Tell me she isn’t BORN for this.”

His voice was cold and disparaging, “You fail her Onya, you let her lose her concentration… allow her to be distracted.” He would not allow her feelings to get in the way of the great warrior she was destined to become, “Love is her weakness.”

Her tone and stance both MATCH his. “I’ve taught her to keep her concentration. If she’s distracted it’s because she seeks an ESCAPE from you.” She knows she needs to be careful. That his position means he’s due more RESPECT than this but she can’t help thinking that so is she. “No. Lexa shows no sign of weakness.” 

You tutor my younger sibling and they have a really big crush on you but you’re really cute AU

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