he pushes his brother back once more, slamming the blonde into the wall. “at least I can act upon my love, Caius! you lie to your wife to stay in control! how is that love, brother? you’ll have her start a war because you’re so cruel and reckless! It’s foolish!”

then Maybe you’ll listen, sister.

Marcus was as still as a statue, dark eyes landing before the lovers. their bond was so strong, the love each other had radiating in waves to him. it reminded him of his love for Didyme. “ladies.” he greeted somberly.

his brows furrowed, arms behind her back. Marcus had clearly chosen his side, but he hated that Athena would be caught in the crossfire. “Caius is set to die. and I love you as a sister Athena. I’m passing along a warning.”

he’s pulling @LlVlNGHAPPlNESS into his arms. before everything fell apart.

her touch only elicited a state of calmness, dull eyes meeting her fiery ones. his hand clasped hers, giving her a look. “then let’s band together. I despise Caius but he’s a formidable ally. keep him in line, and maybe this could work out for all of us.”

considering the chaos within the castle — he’s found a moment of peace.

A long, drawn out sigh.

* dark brows press together, crimson hues locked upon his inclosed fist. * I want nothing to do of this life, my dearest sister. I have no purpose.

the male scowls, sitting up straighter at her statement. ** I have none. you have Aro, along with Alec & Jane. I have lost my greatest love.

he stands now, smoothing out the wrinkles of his cloak. he cared not for the games his guard played. “with all due respect my queen, I wish to be left out of such things. besides, Demetri is not to be underestimated. despite Annabeth’s lovely gift.”

unfortunately he’s beyond help. the only thing he’s cared for was torn away from him. he is a lonely shell of a being. he shudders, but doesn’t pull away. “you know what she’s meant to me, sister.” he looks to the ceiling. “you don’t need me, I am a disservice to everyone.”

— if it’s another hug he will take her kneecaps.

features soften, reaching to take the rose. “it’s quite beautiful, young one. they usually don’t bloom this time of year.”