10-13-2025, 12:03 AM
with each love i cut loose i was never the same --
“Oh,” he says, his brow furrowing just slightly when she says that her home no longer exists. “All of it is gone? What happened?” He queries further, his mind struggling to comprehend. Beqanna herself was known to be temperamental; kingdoms were flooded or leveled, sometimes resurfacing or rebuilding, but sometimes not. But Beqanna, as a whole, appeared to be immortal. It may experience lulls and quiet lows, but he could not fathom it ever ceasing to exist entirely. He had a feeling that, even if something should wipe all of them from existence, that Beqanna would still be there, waiting for someone else’s stories to unfold across her meadows and mountains.
“I was born here,” he tells her, and adds with a small smile. “My twin sister and I. I see we have that in common.” He has not seen Hysperia in what seems like ages, nearly as long as the last time he saw their mother. They had not been born with or nurtured by love, and the twins had both found their ways to deal with that. It is hardly a wonder that they could not even maintain the tie they had been born with — that supposedly unbreakable bond that twins had. The thought causes his chest to tighten, but he pushes it aside. “Beqanna is the only place I have known, for better or for worse.”
“Oh,” he says, his brow furrowing just slightly when she says that her home no longer exists. “All of it is gone? What happened?” He queries further, his mind struggling to comprehend. Beqanna herself was known to be temperamental; kingdoms were flooded or leveled, sometimes resurfacing or rebuilding, but sometimes not. But Beqanna, as a whole, appeared to be immortal. It may experience lulls and quiet lows, but he could not fathom it ever ceasing to exist entirely. He had a feeling that, even if something should wipe all of them from existence, that Beqanna would still be there, waiting for someone else’s stories to unfold across her meadows and mountains.
“I was born here,” he tells her, and adds with a small smile. “My twin sister and I. I see we have that in common.” He has not seen Hysperia in what seems like ages, nearly as long as the last time he saw their mother. They had not been born with or nurtured by love, and the twins had both found their ways to deal with that. It is hardly a wonder that they could not even maintain the tie they had been born with — that supposedly unbreakable bond that twins had. The thought causes his chest to tighten, but he pushes it aside. “Beqanna is the only place I have known, for better or for worse.”
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