pathography | open post.

Everyone goes their separate ways and suddenly, Vex realizes, she feels alone. It says something that she feels immediately shitty for the thought--Percy is in the room with her, and they've hardly been apart as he recovers from his little dance with death. She hasn't been alone unless she's wished to be, but she supposes some part of her heart will always be with her brother.

A twin thing. She anticipated some mixed emotions about him going off with Keyleth. It shouldn't feel like a weight in her chest or a pit in her stomach when she remembers her brother isn't down the hall. Do not go far from me, but he's out there, spreading his wings. Literally, in some cases.

Old habits are hard to break, and maybe she can't be faulted since they were together in the womb, but as she looks over to Percy she feels like a rotten partner. Of all people, he chose someone whose identity has been a half of a whole for her entire life.

"Percy dear," she begins, and there's a pause in which, were she slightly less stubborn about her emotions winning, might follow with a are you sure any of this was wise? Instead, she puts down the book and the page she's been staring at for the last seven minutes without reading. "How are you feeling? Think you might want to stretch your legs?"

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