To see Phantoms...[CLOSED]
Who: Delita and Teta Heiral/Hyral/whatever you want to use.
Where: In front of the train station.
When: Shortly after Delita and Teta's first conversation.
What: Delita thinks that little!Teta isn't real. Little!Teta doesn't quite like that.
Warnings: Angst, and Teta being adorable.
( I see you in my memories~ )
Where: In front of the train station.
When: Shortly after Delita and Teta's first conversation.
What: Delita thinks that little!Teta isn't real. Little!Teta doesn't quite like that.
Warnings: Angst, and Teta being adorable.
( I see you in my memories~ )
And besides that, what was the alternative? That his dead sister was somehow not only alive, but regressed to six years old? Nothing could be more foolish.
Yet none of this did anything to half the sudden freezing sensation in his chest as he saw what seemed to be a perfect imitation of Teta at six years of age running towards him with all the innocence of youth. If this was an illusion, it was damned convincing. He could not help but gasp as she tripped and, heedless of his mind's demands, sprang to his feet and ran to her side.
"Are... Are you alright?"
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But with everything that she had heard big-Delita say before...All it had done was make the scraped knee hurt worse, and the tears start to fall out of her eyes and down her cheeks, just as they always did whenever she so much as scraped something too hard, or when someone looked at her too harshly. Delita was always there to comfort her when she cried...
She looked up when she heard the voice, brown eyes wide and staring, tear-stained cheeks glistening in the sunlight.
...Was that...?
...No, that couldn't be! He was so big! Delita was big, but he wasn't that big! He looked ( ... )
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He cast such thoughts aside for the moment, focusing on the moment at hand. "Let us put aside your identity for the moment; I need answers. Where is this place, and what is happening? Do you know who sent me this ticket?"
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What was...going on? Teta didn't know herself. At least, she didn't know right now. If she focused she could remember people and things, but that was only if she concentrated. It was strange.
She knew that something wasn't quite right, but she couldn't put her finger on it...
She stared at him a moment, and then looked down, trying to think.
"Um. Um. I...I think it is um. The man who runs this place. I...know not his name, though. I was told that, um...I was going to have a 'transfur'. And then...I would receive a 'second chance'. I do not know what they meant by that though."
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No. This was a trap, he knew it. "Then begone. I will not hurt you, but nor will I suffer your presence. You are not Teta; Teta is four years slain."
He turned his back on the girl, walking back towards the hotel. "Return to memory, illusion."
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It was a soft voice. Something that somehow resembled her older self, but came from a six year old body. But the maturity disappeared as soon as it came, replaced with a childlike innocence, irritation...
Teta Hyral was not one to be ignored. Nor was she one to be told she wasn't real.
"I am real." She insisted, following quickly behind Delita. "And I am Teta. Why do you keep persisting in saying I am 'slain'? And why are you so big? And why do you look like Daddy, but act like Ser Zalbag? And why do you not want me around you? Are you mad at me?"
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"I am nothing like Ser Zalbag." he said quietly, slowly, without turning around. "For one thing, he was far more patient than I, and far less likely to put a blade through a stubborn ghost."
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Why was he being so mean?! What did she do?! Tears were welling further in her eyes, but there was anger there, anger that was coming in her tone.
"You told me that, you did! When I was scared and I tried to sleep with you, and um, I asked if I could borrow the knife you had in your drawer and you told me that I could not because knives don't hurt ghosts and um..."
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He walked forward again, rather more quickly.
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"And why are you walking away from me?! Did I do something? Is it because I fell on your sword?"
'Sword' of course was relative. It was a cheap little thing, but given to Delita as a gift, which he cherished. Poor Teta had tripped on it and broken it, earning her brother's wrath.
Was he still mad about that?
"I..."
Tears welled in her eyes further.
"I had apologized, had I not?"
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"I will not speak again." he snarled. "Mock my sister's memory again and meet your death."
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But she stood, stiff and still in front of him, doing her best to look him in the face.
...Though it was sort of moot, seeing as a familiar warm feeling festered and was running down her leg.
Why yes, Teta Hyral, for the first time in years, had promptly wet herself.
...And then started sobbing. Again.
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"...Forgive me." he murmured, unable to look the girl in the eye. "I... lost control of myself. I..."
What was happening here? Was he truly so mad as to draw a blade on a defenseless girl? Had he fallen so far? Or was this still a trap...
He didn't know. But he did know this much: regardless of her identity, the girl before him was real, and she was terrified. "...Please, stop crying. I won't hurt you, I swear it."
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But still...she could not turn away from him, or look away. Instead, she shrunk into herself, sniffling, sobbing...
Her heart felt like it could break in two. It had, but hearing his words made it want to come back together. To mend itself...
"Truly?" Teta asked, sniffling. Her voice was so frightened, tinged with a small bit of childish hope. "You will...not hurt me?"
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Little arms wrapped around a much bigger waist, and a little face pressing against him, clinging as tightly as she could.
He was scary, but he looked just like her father, called himself Delita, and smelled just like how her brother would smell. Even if he wasn't Delita, and an entirely different one from her brother, she didn't want to leave him...
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