Similarities
Disclaimer: The characters and situations in the following story are the intellectual property of Megan Whalen Turner and her publishers and does not belong to me. (The standard of writing kind of gives it away.)
As a matter of the fact, someone is hinted to be dead in the second passage (the clues are underlined), so if you are not to comfortable with that, be warned. Also, there are 2 OCs at the back, and I am not sure how good they are, so umm, be warned? And it is quite crappy. Happy reading!
Helen finds that Gen is somewhat torn between his parents.
In looks, he resembles his mother very much; the same androgynous features, delicate and fine, that has been passed down for years along his family. He had big, dark, soulful eyes that glint with mischief and shined brightly, twinkling like stars. (but Helen finds that most of that has diminished, leaving behind only dregs of madness and the bitterness that hardened them into little glass beads. On the other hand, the dead, lifeless look, born of pain, was just like his father’s. ) And of course there is the reckless lack of self-preservation, the cheeky barbs, and most aggravatingly, the love of throwing himself off roofs, hoping to reach the other building without going splat on the ground below.
But deep inside, he could be just like his father. Quiet. Stoic. Silent by nature. They thought, cooped everything inside their system, contemplating everything carefully before speaking. Serious and grave, logical and stiff. Maybe they were so similar so there was much friction, simply because they were so alike and so stubborn. A good knock to their heads would do them both some good. Better that before they yell the roof down with one of their arguments again. Enough damage has been to the eardrums of her courtiers and the poor palace's columns.
It was almost like he had a split personality, struggling to find the balance between two very volatile bloods. Sometimes, when others smile at him, she thinks that he is simply the remnants of the fairytale romance between his parents.
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Years later, Eddis finds that Cassandra and Helenus are caught in the same situation. (She wonders what possessed Irene to name them after the ill fated twins. Have they not enough parallels?)
It is simpler, because as twins, they share the load between them this time. In looks they are just like their parents. Cassandra wears her mother's look on her like a batch of honour. She shares the same striking, beautiful features, which turn up softer and warmer on her face, especially set against her father's dark skin. The happy grin that twists the queen's lips on her face is an unforgettable sight. Irene would never be caught dead wearing that smile. The girl is a wolf in sheep's clothing; everyone expects her to be well behaved by looking at her face, and never into her eyes and see the fire in it. They have since learned their mistake, after a few incidents that left the walls of one pavilion slightly charred. On the other hand, Helenus is a spitting image of his father. He had the sprite-like look on him, with the trademark features. So it made it look all the more unnatural when he wore that emotionless mask on the king's open face, all the more severe with his mother's pale colouring. The servants watch him warily, as if afraid that he would break into the antics Gen was so fond of, when they really should have been watching his sister instead.
Sometimes, though, they traded their personalities, and looked all the more conflicted. Cassandra would wear a brooding frown, or stiff expression when angry, and was rather prone to stillness when thinking. On the other hand, Helenus would smile happily sometimes, like a real child, and pace around, as if having an excess of energy, like Gen. Or worse, when they were both in a particularly quarrelsome mood and decide to settle it the way their parents did. Irene glares at them when she finds them at it, when she can summon the energy to actually do that. Eddis wonders if she sees at a mirror that reflects time gone by.
They both struggled to exist in harmony with one another, though in the meantime they had to live with the two hollering all day long because their fight was not internal. No one smiled at them though, because there was no fairytale at all this time, and it was so painful to see them whole, not with one missing and the other defeated.
As a matter of the fact, someone is hinted to be dead in the second passage (the clues are underlined), so if you are not to comfortable with that, be warned. Also, there are 2 OCs at the back, and I am not sure how good they are, so umm, be warned? And it is quite crappy. Happy reading!
Helen finds that Gen is somewhat torn between his parents.
In looks, he resembles his mother very much; the same androgynous features, delicate and fine, that has been passed down for years along his family. He had big, dark, soulful eyes that glint with mischief and shined brightly, twinkling like stars. (but Helen finds that most of that has diminished, leaving behind only dregs of madness and the bitterness that hardened them into little glass beads. On the other hand, the dead, lifeless look, born of pain, was just like his father’s. ) And of course there is the reckless lack of self-preservation, the cheeky barbs, and most aggravatingly, the love of throwing himself off roofs, hoping to reach the other building without going splat on the ground below.
But deep inside, he could be just like his father. Quiet. Stoic. Silent by nature. They thought, cooped everything inside their system, contemplating everything carefully before speaking. Serious and grave, logical and stiff. Maybe they were so similar so there was much friction, simply because they were so alike and so stubborn. A good knock to their heads would do them both some good. Better that before they yell the roof down with one of their arguments again. Enough damage has been to the eardrums of her courtiers and the poor palace's columns.
It was almost like he had a split personality, struggling to find the balance between two very volatile bloods. Sometimes, when others smile at him, she thinks that he is simply the remnants of the fairytale romance between his parents.
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Years later, Eddis finds that Cassandra and Helenus are caught in the same situation. (She wonders what possessed Irene to name them after the ill fated twins. Have they not enough parallels?)
It is simpler, because as twins, they share the load between them this time. In looks they are just like their parents. Cassandra wears her mother's look on her like a batch of honour. She shares the same striking, beautiful features, which turn up softer and warmer on her face, especially set against her father's dark skin. The happy grin that twists the queen's lips on her face is an unforgettable sight. Irene would never be caught dead wearing that smile. The girl is a wolf in sheep's clothing; everyone expects her to be well behaved by looking at her face, and never into her eyes and see the fire in it. They have since learned their mistake, after a few incidents that left the walls of one pavilion slightly charred. On the other hand, Helenus is a spitting image of his father. He had the sprite-like look on him, with the trademark features. So it made it look all the more unnatural when he wore that emotionless mask on the king's open face, all the more severe with his mother's pale colouring. The servants watch him warily, as if afraid that he would break into the antics Gen was so fond of, when they really should have been watching his sister instead.
Sometimes, though, they traded their personalities, and looked all the more conflicted. Cassandra would wear a brooding frown, or stiff expression when angry, and was rather prone to stillness when thinking. On the other hand, Helenus would smile happily sometimes, like a real child, and pace around, as if having an excess of energy, like Gen. Or worse, when they were both in a particularly quarrelsome mood and decide to settle it the way their parents did. Irene glares at them when she finds them at it, when she can summon the energy to actually do that. Eddis wonders if she sees at a mirror that reflects time gone by.
They both struggled to exist in harmony with one another, though in the meantime they had to live with the two hollering all day long because their fight was not internal. No one smiled at them though, because there was no fairytale at all this time, and it was so painful to see them whole, not with one missing and the other defeated.