α πͺπ΅'π΄ π°π¬π’πΊ. this is who i was always meant to be β ΛοΉ)
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young pevensie prince now
lost β¦
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β she would join us if given the chance, i just know it. β even through death, their twin bond hasn't broken. if anything, it's stronger than ever. β she misses us as much in return. our whole family does, though edrys is the only one aware of me so far. β
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β you know more than i, then. i am only aware of the now, our present. β and of his own memories, everything else just out of grasp. β it must be difficult to understand your position now with how much haunts you. β
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ah, the transformation process ... it confused artair at first too until the ocean spirit explained. his hand sparkles with a golden glow, deep magic manifesting throughout their beings as artair helps construct his brother's physical form enough.
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his hand pulls away when he thinks he's helped the magic within minosse sew itself together, deciding to now rest on the ground rather than squat. β you became a star, i became an elemental spirit and drusilla ... β
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lips curl into a frown, hand reaching out to rest against his brother's head. β i can try and help balance the magic inside if you are struggling to maintain a form. β
if that even made sense. he's not sure how a star body works in comparison to his own.
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β do what ββ .α£ β a clueless expression, then a glance to his own figure. β manifest .α£ well, i don't really know. i just think of physically appearing and it happens with whatever element i'm near. β
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β hello sleepyhead, β he teases, squatting down with arms resting on knees, hand extending to poke his siblings cheek. β hadn't expected a visit from a star, it's been a while. β
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leaves envelope the star boys sleeping body, a greeting from brother to brother; a hug. the wind circles, leaves building into a body until artair's form is built. β minosse ? β
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β maybe, β he starts, thinking more. β you're the true legacy. β his own words don't seem to garner his exact thoughts, a soft sigh following. β the deep magic prepares all our fates, in the past it was my father for us, and now us for him. β
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the boy of seafoam listens, holding a certain silence while she speaks. in both timelines, she survived while everyone else lost themselves. in the previous timeline, minosse and drusilla, his other halves ... they were alive too.
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that's when his softened expression falters, an understanding he knows, one he struggled with beforeβ still does now, though he doesn't show himself to the remaining family currently. β i know this is hypocritical of me, but i think the lies should end. β
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β the past is something that shackles us from achieving what we saved them for. we sacrificed everything to have the family we lost. lying to them, i think, will only cause that drift again but in a worse way. β eyes watch the waves as he breathes.
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