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      Over, under, over, under, twist, repeat. There was something soothing about the repetitive action of braiding hair, and that went double for when it wasn’t your own. Lovino was the perfect victim for this while he was waiting for the chance to make an appointment to get a hair cut. 

      Sure his hair wasn’t the longest but he was willing to sit in front of the six year old and let her loop his hair into braids that their mother did for her most days. Even though they weren’t the prettiest things in the end, he smiled at the young girl as she beamed up at him glad to have someone pay attention to her.

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

      It was the first day of the rest of her life. At least, that’s how it seemed by how she talked about it in later life. That day she hadn’t thought it would be anything special. Just another day where she’d go a school where she knew nobody despite living there her entire life and spend it surrounded by strangers with familiar faces. 

       Her mood had been foul ever since he left and a part of her hated him for it, but most of her realized why he left. It created a storm inside the woman which was ironic later on considering that was his fathers specialty. At the time she mostly just wanted to be angry with him, but she couldn’t. Instead she was just confused and miserable and snappish.

      This day wasn’t just another day though, and after going through most of her schoolday with the attitude of a hurricane she was sent him. ‘Suspended’ was the correct term, but hell if she cared. So long as she was home before her mother it wasn’t like anyone in her house would find out anyways.

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

      It had been months since her brother Lovino had left the house and her outbursts had only become worse and worse since then. What started out with things like acting out in school or pulling pranks on people in class had escalated until she was most recently in trouble for stealing a pack of cigarettes from another member of their family.

      As per usual, the punishment hadn’t come right away and the girl was left sitting on the steps waiting for the decision to be made. Unconsciously she may have been looking around for her brother too. Even though he hadn’t come back yet she still didn’t believe that he’d left them for good.

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

      Wind hit against her face as the young girl ran away from the bus stop and towards her house. She had to get there quickly, before her mother discovered what it was she had done. The fear of being grounded or punished for something as little as maybe flooding the girls room convinced her to push herself as quickly as her legs could carry her.

      Within moments of her bursting into the door the phone began to ring, and her life flashed before her eyes. Everything from her first steps to the moment she dropped that girls backpack in the toilet, and she jumped towards the device, knocking it from it’s stand to the floor. 

      Gasping for air she picked the phone up and held it up to her mouth, unsure of what exactly she was trying to do. Heart pounding her chest she sent a quick prayer up to the heavens above and spoke. 

      “Hi, sorry i was just doing dishes.”

      The voice that left her mouth wasn’t hers, but the principal seemed to understand and believe that she was her mouth. Confusion flickered through her momentarily but she quickly recovered and continued the conversation agreeing to have a talk with herself. 

☽ - a memory of their father

      A young (but not too young) Carina sat alone at a table in a large cafeteria. A new home and a new school left her uncomfortable and partially alone. Of course she wasn’t the only person there who didn’t know their godly parent yet, but it did leave her feeling a little isolated compared to the crowds of people with their half siblings. 

      The brother she’d arrived at the school with had been claimed before her and although nothing was stopping them from spending time together, she found herself pulling away over the past few months. Still, being alone was something she was used too. Instead of eating she was sitting there drawing, humming a song she didn’t know but far too entranced by her art to notice. Pencil swirled on the paper in complicated curves all ending in sharp point, leading away from a round circle

      A sudden tug coming from the inside of her chest alerted her to the fact that she was done and it was with a sharp shock she was pulled from her almost silent reverie. On the paper in front of her lay a pitch black sun drawn in a tribal setting, and floating above her head was the same symbol but gold.