Sunday hears steps approach, and his ear wings move, to cover his face, to hide his shameful tears. How weak and emotionally frail was he, to turn his sister away and then cry when she leaves. How cruel of him.
The voice that accompanies those steps is familiar. Taunting him. His plan... The plan. The Charmony Festival.
Sunday turns to glower at the short woman. Now was not the time.
"Hold your tongue, Fool."
He hisses through gritted teeth. A tear still rolls down his cheek, even as he attempts to pull himself together. What did she know? What could she begin to understand?
He remembers moments, of her taking Robin's shape. Trying to speak to him, to play with his emotions. Offering to take her role, after Robin's demise. A fake caricature of the sister he loved. The thought disgusted him, but it allowed the Family to keep up appearances. He hadn't quite allowed it, never felt comfortable with it, but it worked, in the Dreammaster's eyes.
Who was he to fight? To question Him?
"It's very curious, that you happened to walk by just as I was having a... private moment to myself. Explain yourself."
Sunday remains on the floor, for the moment. He was already more than filthy, and he was still trying to pull himself together. His mind wanders, and chill courses through him, at the thought that Robin's disappearance, and Sparkle's appearance, could be connected. Had it been a trick of the Ship, or perhaps a bored, wandering Fool?
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The voice that accompanies those steps is familiar. Taunting him. His plan... The plan. The Charmony Festival.
Sunday turns to glower at the short woman. Now was not the time.
"Hold your tongue, Fool."
He hisses through gritted teeth. A tear still rolls down his cheek, even as he attempts to pull himself together. What did she know? What could she begin to understand?
He remembers moments, of her taking Robin's shape. Trying to speak to him, to play with his emotions. Offering to take her role, after Robin's demise. A fake caricature of the sister he loved. The thought disgusted him, but it allowed the Family to keep up appearances. He hadn't quite allowed it, never felt comfortable with it, but it worked, in the Dreammaster's eyes.
Who was he to fight? To question Him?
"It's very curious, that you happened to walk by just as I was having a... private moment to myself. Explain yourself."
Sunday remains on the floor, for the moment. He was already more than filthy, and he was still trying to pull himself together. His mind wanders, and chill courses through him, at the thought that Robin's disappearance, and Sparkle's appearance, could be connected. Had it been a trick of the Ship, or perhaps a bored, wandering Fool?