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21.Jul.13, 06:12 AM
The words were supposed to sting; he knew they were. He wanted them to sting, to mean something to him again. They didn’t. Ryvian was moved around like a rag doll and laid where he was left as Indivara raged at him to the point where it looked like she was going to storm out and never be seen again. He wouldn’t have blamed her if that happened and was almost confused when she stayed to keep yelling at him.
That’s when he started laughing.
“I guess I am,” Ryvian gasped between the pathetic sound of laughter and sniffling from brief crying. He knew how he was acting and wasn’t all that fond of himself either. He also didn’t bother to point out how he wasn’t avoiding Nyvian because of being abandoned but because his brother was busy being a weyrling. Indivara would see it as a lie and excuse even though it was mostly true. He may have been feeling replaced and even jealous but Ryvian was still cheering his brother on and didn’t want to be a distraction.
“I think I’m having an identity crisis, Indivara,” once the laughter had faded Ryvian had reached an epiphany. Who was he now? He had always been Vian, either one twin or the other but it never mattered to anyone which one he was. Now, there were differences and people didn’t know him as Ryvian. “I’m not Vian… I’m the Vian that didn’t Impress. I’m… who am I, Di?” Nyvian had always been there beside him and now they were apart, on new life adventures. They would still meet again, he knew that, but it wasn’t the same. He felt empty and alone and didn’t know how to act without his brother to play off of. Of course none of that mattered with Indivara and Ryvian waited to hear once more that he was stupid and every other insult she could come up with in a matter of seconds before leaving.
Not wanting to see that happen, Ryvian’s gaze turned from his friend up to the ceiling. Maybe there was an answer up there if he looked hard enough.
That’s when he started laughing.
“I guess I am,” Ryvian gasped between the pathetic sound of laughter and sniffling from brief crying. He knew how he was acting and wasn’t all that fond of himself either. He also didn’t bother to point out how he wasn’t avoiding Nyvian because of being abandoned but because his brother was busy being a weyrling. Indivara would see it as a lie and excuse even though it was mostly true. He may have been feeling replaced and even jealous but Ryvian was still cheering his brother on and didn’t want to be a distraction.
“I think I’m having an identity crisis, Indivara,” once the laughter had faded Ryvian had reached an epiphany. Who was he now? He had always been Vian, either one twin or the other but it never mattered to anyone which one he was. Now, there were differences and people didn’t know him as Ryvian. “I’m not Vian… I’m the Vian that didn’t Impress. I’m… who am I, Di?” Nyvian had always been there beside him and now they were apart, on new life adventures. They would still meet again, he knew that, but it wasn’t the same. He felt empty and alone and didn’t know how to act without his brother to play off of. Of course none of that mattered with Indivara and Ryvian waited to hear once more that he was stupid and every other insult she could come up with in a matter of seconds before leaving.
Not wanting to see that happen, Ryvian’s gaze turned from his friend up to the ceiling. Maybe there was an answer up there if he looked hard enough.
