Titian loves Cerise, [ comes out of Claret's mouth before she means to actually say it and immediately she winces slightly as if hearing it out loud, spoken by her own voice, is too harsh for her ears. Not that it made it any less true but the Dukes have never quite managed to perfect the art of familial love. There was responsibility, yes; there was blood and the family name. There was passion and jealousy and anger and overprotectiveness, and maybe when taken all together it created something like love. But for some reason it sits oddly in Claret's chest, like all that sickness slowly killing her over the years.
(Maybe isn't the problem with Titian. Maybe the problem is her.)
After a moment, Claret tries to smile again at her brother, one hand reaching out to poke him once on the shoulder. ]
[ Brick feigns mortal injury, making a sort of oof noise as he falls one step back.
He loves his sister, it's true, and he loves Claret best because the rest of his siblings scare him, because they all have a certain madness but Claret's seems the easiest to handle. (The Duke madness that touched all of Red's children except him.) ]
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b-but!!!!!
(Maybe isn't the problem with Titian. Maybe the problem is her.)
After a moment, Claret tries to smile again at her brother, one hand reaching out to poke him once on the shoulder. ]
You love me.
no buts :u
He loves his sister, it's true, and he loves Claret best because the rest of his siblings scare him, because they all have a certain madness but Claret's seems the easiest to handle. (The Duke madness that touched all of Red's children except him.) ]
You know I do. Don't mean Tish can't, too.