Plotted Starter for @ofchallenges
Cynthia hadn't felt this upset or betrayed in a long, long time. The closest she could remember was when she was a child, and her mother hadn't come home. More broken promises and more broken families.
How could Lucina want to put me through that again?
Maybes. Maybes and what ifs and potentials and that was all that Lucina had been working on. She'd been scared and lashed out and up to a certain point Cynthia could have understood that, hells she'd worked on less. Both of them had worked on less. But how could her sister take those feelings, all those maybes and what ifs, and use it to try and-
How many times do I have to have my family get torn apart?
She'd been unbelievably, apocalyptically angry when Robin had told her the story, feeling the words would be better from his mouth than others. She would admit to screaming, particularly when Robin said for a moment he'd seen the logic to her words and had considered letting her damn well kill him. Thank the gods her father was there. She'd promised that she'd approach her sister calmly, try to talk it out, that Lucina had been heartbroken enough and surely and surely she'd want to apologize and get the air clear-
Cynthia had never been very good at living up to promises. The moment she'd seen her determination had given way to tears and upset and rage all over again, and her voice cracked when she let out a fierce, near primal shout.
"HEY!"
Lucina turned, and Cynthia had the briefest moment of seeing shock and - gods, was that fear? - on her face. Then, before she could even really think about what she was doing, she'd pulled her arm back and her fist slammed into her perfectĀ sister's perfect, murderingĀ face.
She froze for a moment, staring at the blood on the knuckles of her gauntlets in what looked like confusion, before growling and being a moment away from diving on the girl to beat some damn well moreĀ before her ears stopped being filled with the sound of her own raging mind and she heard the shouts. Arms locked around her waist and tugged her back, away from her sister's prone form as Noire managed to keep Cynthia restrained with surprising strength, Brady checking on the fallen princess as chaos raged around them.
It looked like her nose was broken. Good.
"What were you thinking, Lucina?!"
