a colorful world [Salem]

[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

A day. Maybe two, or three, Kyran hadn't seen his sibling. Getting adjusted with his new classes and having to attend quidditch meetings and practices, he barely had any time to spare and felt like he had forgot to breathe with the heaping of stress. However, within a week everything would fall into place and he would be able to find a pattern in his routine and in Salem's. Although his demeanor was usually calm and complacent, he was on the verge of breaking someone's face in. As usual, Salem was being surrounded by rumors about her having an admirer, and all sorts of horrendous and outlandish things. It bothered him even more that he couldn't find a minute to spare for his family, because in the end, that is all that he would have – not like he could vouch for Salem in that case, but she would at least have him.

Kyran had put all of his efforts in getting his work done the night before, just for this moment. He strolled into the great hall, his eyes avoiding the Slytherin table. The only focus he had was intently directed to the Ravenclaw table. Just like last year and the year before that, there sat his sister at the far edge of the table eating alone. Rather she looked a little frightening sitting there, poised both her hands still, inanimate as if she was considering letting herself starve than have to deal with the knowledge that she was at a large table full of Ravenclaws only to remain by herself. That was how Kyran viewed the entire situation. Behind Salem he could see a few of first-year Ravenclaw boys moving around Salem, doing immature things like making faces at her – for they were standing directly in her blind spot. And his sister was probably aware of it, she was blind, but she wasn't stupid.

Enraged now he stormed over to the opposite side of Salem and took a seat across from her. The scowl on his face were enough to send the boys scatter, taking their own seats a few feet away, huddled and whispering to each other nervously. Kyran turned his attention to his sister, the harsh lines of his face smoothing out to stare at her gently. She probably couldn't see the change in Kyran's face, but it had helped to settle down his tone when had spoke to her. “Not hungry?” he asked Salem, glancing down at the plate that looked as if a bird had only pecked a few morsels at it. Maybe she had just started, but he had assumed she had stopped eating momentarily because of the distraction. After he started an actual conversation with Salem, he would inquire about the first-years and see if she wanted him to do anything about it. Sometimes Kyran was afraid to offer, afraid Salem would get offended, because he inertly knew that she despised getting help or admitting that anything was wrong in the first place.

The beauty of denial or suppression.

Kyran placed his right elbow upon the table before using his palm to cup his cheek, using his hand as a leverage to hold his face so that he could stare at her. He wondered what was going on in Salem's head, how she truly felt. For all that he did for his sister, he felt as though she pushed him away; it would have made them both feel better if she would cry when she was sad, not alone somewhere in a corner. The very thought of her crying caused a pang in his chest and he ignored it by flickering his eyes down to the table, watching the Ravenclaw's avert their eyes. Maybe he was the reason why she couldn't make friends during dinning hours, perhaps they were afraid of Kyran. Surely Salem wasn't THAT weird; surely someone would be sympathetic?

Gritting his teeth, he rolled his, trying to give Salem what she deserved: all of his attention.

[salem]

It wasn't that Salem disliked other people; it was just that she understood how ignorant the world was. Why did every conversation with a stranger have to be filled with the awkward pauses- why didn't anyone just come out and say: "so, how did you end up blind?" It wasn't a hard question to ask, and she would have appreciated it more than the carefully worded, stiff sentences that were fed to her. She wouldn't mind answering a question, but no one would ask it because it wasn't polite.

But what they didn't know was that their pauses and awkward voice tones were much, much worse. Did they think that she didn't know she was blind? Why spare her feelings? She had long ago accepted that this was her life. Not that she didn't miss her sight, but there was no point in dwelling on not having it. And if she didn't admit to herself that her condition was more than likely permanent, she would never find any reason to be happy.

Unfortunately, she wasn't sure that this was the case for her brother. It was true that after the accident, they had became much, much closer than before, but she could hear the worry in his voice- he worried about her solitude, her future, and her happiness. And she was grateful for it. It was nice to know that someone cared so much about her. She smiled a little as he sat down at the table as the thought occurred to her that he would probably be shocked to find out that it was her own fault she ate alone. But why would she change that? Meals were some of the precious few moments she was able to spend with her twin.

Sometimes, such as these, she wondered if life would be different had she been a Slytherin as expected of her. Perhaps- as she felt that alongside her blindness, her house had helped her unspoken rivalry with her brother come to an end. No longer did they have to perceive each other a threat for their parents' sake. Salem cared about her parents, but their alienation of her had caused her to grow distant- and now she much preferred to care about them from afar.

When he spoke, it snapped her out of her thoughts and she realized that she had forgotten to continue her meal. She gave him a hint of a smile, "Not quite." she said, finally taking the bite she had been holding to her fork. When she had chased it down with some pumpkin juice, she returned to speaking. "You don't have to sit with me if you don't want to. I know there are others far more exciting than myself." She didn't want him to leave, but she didn't want him to feel obligated, either.

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TAG - Kyran
WORDS - 570
SONG - None
MUSE - Great!
NOTES - So tired. Hope it doesn't suck!
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

The first-year Ravenclaws weren't actually making fun of Salem. In fact, a boy had found Salem attractive, and had been trying to warm himself up to her with the help of his friend. But Kyran always jumped to conclusions, he always misunderstood people and their intentions. He had tried to act like a shield for Salem, to deflect any harm. Reality was, he couldn't be there for her every step of the way – the house and gender gap made it hard, and he was lucky to even have classes with her sometimes. His biggest weakness was Salem's biggest triumph, twins or not, they were opposite and alike in far too many ways. The hand that was to his face moved so that he could lay it across the table, watching the girl resume her eating. He had regretted acting so poorly to her in the past, but they were siblings and he was trying to forgive himself over worrying over about how Salem perceived him now. Sadly, he would never abandon his selfish ways.

An echo of a smile was graced upon Salem's face and Kyran' felt his own expression warming up to it. He had seen his sister in the darkest of times that even a fake smile could cause his spirits to be lifted. The great hall was full of bustling noise, so he wasn't worried about other students eavesdropping on them. Not like their conversations held much secrecy in the first place. When his twin mentioned sitting at another table, his head shook a little. “I have nothing to say to them, you know that,” sometimes he felt like he had to remind Salem that every time he sat with her. Kyran wasn't really the friendly time, if wizards approached him it was because they needed assistance, not because they wanted talk about girls. Kyran had too much on his mind to let immature subject matters to fester.

In the middle of the table there was a small basin and Kyran reached in to take an apple. He didn't have much of an appetite these days, wanting to use the time to eat to research or get other important things done. He focused on Salem's jawbone before taking a bite of the apple, chewing on it. Using his other hand he reached into his robe to pull out a paper that was folded and somewhat crinkled, he slid it over to Salem, next to her plate. “A girl from your house.... the prefect Pandorah wanted me to pass this note onto you. She didn't write it, someone else did. The nerve giving to to me, I wouldn't be surprised if she saw you more than I did.”

He was being frank with Salem, aware that he sounded upset by the very fact. But the day Pandorah gave it to him was the day that she and her peers couldn't find his sister. Of course he had worried, afraid Salem had done something drastic. Yet, here was she, pretty and poised and it didn't seem like Salem had acquired too many scratches. The note had been from that first-year, asking to learn more details about Salem. That first-year was even going to ask if Salem had gotten it. Surprisingly, Kyran hadn't opened it or snooped. Sure, he really wanted to, but he tried not to be like a parent. If anything, his goal was to become a friend to Salem, someone she could lean on.

The emerald in his irises appeared to spark, as if wanting Salem to open the paper so that she could tell him what it was. But sometimes it was hard to convey such expression with Salem's poor eyesight. Hesitantly, he mumbled into the apple, “...want me to read it to you? I'd rather you eat as much as you can.”

[salem]

She wasn't surprised by her brother's off-handed response that he would stay. He said he didn't have anything to talk about with "them", but she wondered what could possibly be so interesting about her that he would choose her company over solitude.

It was odd, in her opinion. She'd heard about twins being close- the type that finished each others' sentences, knew what each other were thinking, shared dreams and goals... but she and Kyran had little to talk about with one another. It would have been awkward, but Salem was used to the silence in her home; up until coming to Hogwarts, she hadn't even gotten along with her twin.

"Hm," she sounded disinterested about the note. It would have been more productive to find her and ask herself. Now that she was out of the hospital wing, it wasn't like she wouldn't be at her usual spot at the table, sitting, eating alone. It made her wonder just how important this letter was and exactly to whom it was addressed. Did the sender, this "Pandorah" girl, want Kyran to read it as well? Of course, she didn't know that it wasn't from her, how could she?

"Very well. Open it, then. Tell me what it says." she pushed her plate away, signifying that she was finished with her meal. And instead of resuming, she raised her goblet to her lips and drank from it. It was just another boring day. Part of her wished that she had some excitement, a project to work on. Yes, the last one nearly killed her, but at least she had been entertained. Boredom was the worst killer of the all, in her opinion, for it killed slowly and silently. No glory, just the dull, dark abyss.

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TAG - Kyran
WORDS - 410
SONG - None
MUSE - Great!
NOTES - Her muse is being weird. Sorry for the short-ish post.
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Nothing. Kyran dropped his arm, letting it be dead weight to analyze Salem. Everything his sister did appeared to be out of the half-life she was living, Salem was mechanical, only responding because she felt obligated to. Would it truly have been better for the girl he was staring at to perish? The thought of living and breathing with the Sinclair family without her caused him to grip the apple tightly, his fingers shaking at the pressure that bit back at his strength. The only mark he had left upon the fruit was the dent the pads of his fingertips left. If Salem had begged Kyran to take her life, if she had fallen to that depths of despair, could he do it? He didn't know why such horrific, morbid thoughts were surfacing. But as he thought about it, his eyes dropped to stare down at the table.

Releasing the apple, he watched it roll to the left, losing his appetite.

His eyes rolled up when she finally responded to him, and he reached to take back the note that he placed next to her plate. Kyran hadn't been interested in the contents, but he was more than happy to bring it to Salem to see her's. Only to find he would be disappointed. Kyran pried open the note, no longer cherishing it to see if Salem would show some emotion about the entire thing. His eyes shifted from left to right, pausing at the end before lifting his head up to glance down at the first-year Ravenclaws. The boy that had been on his sister's right appeared to flush in a deep red color, immediately got up and exited the great hall.

Using both of his hands he had scrunched the note up into a ball and placed it upon the table, in-between the two of them. If Kyran could light paper on fire with his eyes, the parchment would have been done for. But the affection he felt for his sibling was hotter and more severe than any flame he could produce, sometimes the emotion was out of control – sometimes he wanted to digress back into his ruthless cold nature and beat the sense into her. However, beating her would only degrade her pride; it wouldn't humble her at all. Sometimes Salem really drove her brother nuts, and she didn't have to do anything to try.

“The contents of the letter are nothing, it would only be a waste of your time,” his left hand lifted upward and he placed his forehead into his open palm. Even his flesh of his face felt hot against his hand. Right now, he didn't need an immature boy trying to court his sister, and it was a half-blood that had liked her to boot. Did the first-year Ravenclaw judge Salem to be so low that she would even consider hooking up with the likes of him?

Kyran's mentality was going on a tangent, and he was afraid if Salem said something wrong he would ruin the moment they had to bond.

[salem]

She smirked a little. She knew that it wasn't "nothing", but Kyran obviously regarded it as too low to be read by her. The thought caused her to laugh before she took another bite of food. He certainly was an odd one, her brother. She recalled the days when they used to not get along. He had changed after her accident. At least, he had changed to her- he still kept his distance around outsiders, though he wondered on what terms he knew Pandorah Koenig.

The girl was in her house, so of course she knew of her. She was also a pureblood- one from Germany as a matter of fact. She was known for being stand-offish, which is likely why they had never interacted (that, and Salem didn't like people on principal), but she wondered why she and Kyran had- and she wondered what exactly the letter said. Still, if he had said she didn't need to know it, she wasn't going to question him. She'd learned to trust Kyran but no one else. She had to trust someone with her condition, else life was going to be miserable.

"So it was unimportant after all? Perhaps you should start screening all of my mail, then. Rather your time be wasted than mine." the hint of a smile that reached her lifeless eyes suggested that she was teasing him, establishing more of their sibling relationship. Though she appreciated the closeness she had gotten with her brother, she missed the days when they could taunt and tease one another without feeling guilty. She often tried to initiate it, but she rarely saw her brother respond.

Why did he feel guilty? It wasn't as if it were he than had blinded her. Her wand had backfired on her, it was what had betrayed her. She hadn't dropped it from her life- and he was innocent in it all, so why would she mistrust him over that? She didn't like to think about it. It was too complex. She was a smart girl, but she really didn't understand human emotion.

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TAG - Kyran
WORDS - 449
SONG - None
MUSE - Great!
NOTES - This is long overdue. D: Sorry!
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Kyran felt washed out when he was around Salem. There was so much he wanted to give to her but at the same time he was a little heartless, he didn't know how to express all of his feelings properly. If anyone was to inflate Kyran in a simple way, it would be his sister. Right now he appeared to be a little uncomfortable but his face shifted into a serious expression. He focused upon his sister's right shoulder, before he settled his gaze to her face. It wasn't too obvious they were twins, not unless a person sat down and really studied their face – they had the same likeliness in bone structure, but Salem's eyes were much more darker than his own, in that eery kind of way. It most likely came from her blindness. Even though he would have liked to read all of her mail and spare her time, he truly had none of his own to offer.

“Sometimes it's better if I don't know what goes on in your life,” he admitted, and it was hard to do. Kyran normally would have liked to hear what Salem was doing, but he supposed that she had desired some privacy. Yet, it hurt him deeply to see her wander around alone; it hurt him that he felt like he was her last hope. Even with eyes upon them, he reached his right hand over so that he could grasp onto the girl's left. His fingers curled into the lithe finger of Salem's, and he could only allow this moment. “You know you can count on me, right, Salem? Don't ever think you're not worth my time.”

Too late now, he was already on a confessional track. When he felt Salem's fingers warm up beneath his touch, he reclined his hand back onto the table. Although he too wanted to go back to those days of bullying and teasing her, Salem was in a huge disposition and Kyran hated an unfair match. It wasn't that she was unworthy, no, he was even a little afraid of her. Being blind had precautions and if she messed up on any spells, Kyran may fall victim to it. He always made sure there was a large distance whenever she had her wand out, even going as far as hiding behind stationary objects to avoid danger.

He wasn't sure what to say to his sister, he didn't mean to come off so sentimental. But he had been busy and somehow confessing his own thoughts calmed him. Happiness meant two different things to the sibling, what made Kyran happy probably would have tortured his sister. Did she have an idea what he was like, aside from the playful bullying? What could she see without her eyes present?

[salem]

Salem wasn't all that surprised by her brother's cynicism of the matter. It was a trait they shared. However, she felt that he could be a little too serious about it all sometimes. She wondered just how unable he thought she was sometimes. From reading her mail for her to making sure she wasn't harassed, usually. She appreciated being left to her own devices and being able to stand on her own two feet, but somehow she doubted that Kyran left her alone for that reason.

"We'll see about that," she said in response to his reassurance that he would be there for her. As much as she loved her brother and all of the attempts he made to keep her safe, she doubted that she would always be able to count on him. Perhaps she was more cynical than he was. But there would come a day when he would need to get married and start a family to continue on the noble Sinclair bloodline. ... No, it was falling on his shoulders to pull their family out of the drudgery of bankruptcy before it was discovered by the public.

She pushed her plate away, done with her food and stood, indicating that she was ready to part ways. "Don't make promises you can't keep... even if you want to," she told her brother. Yes, in some ways she was just protecting herself. She didn't want to rely on him too heavily and have him leave her in the end. No matter who it was with, it was going to happen. She would be alone in the end, and the sooner she started to accept that, the better.

She gave her brother the tiniest hint of a smirk as she started to walk away from the Ravenclaw table. Her stride was so assured and effortless that it would take more than a few looks to see that the girl was blind. Salem didn't care that she was blind, and she didn't care if anyone else knew, but what she did care about was how many people- including her own brother- judged her for it. She was perfectly capable, and she would show them all.

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TAG - Kyran
WORDS - 467
SONG - None
MUSE - Great!
NOTES - <3
CREDIT made by flyy~

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