Hugh The Dark Algernon The III
He made her smile.
That was the first thing he noticed, and admittedly, he had never seen anything like it. The servamp of wrath smiled, even laughed at times now. It was beautiful, captivating – but sill odd. This man managed to make her forget every bad thing and replaced each sad memory with a happy one. Usually her older brother understood everything – there was a reason why his subclass turned to him with all of their problems.
Especially matters of love.
But he couldn't understand them. Not in a hundred years. If this was love of that kind, he couldn't tell. The way they acted in front of him might have been fundamentally different from how they acted behind closed doors, when they were tending their apple trees, or when they ate dinner together. She had told him that her emotions permitted this in order to wash of the sin she was meant to impersonate.
He was kind.
Never once did he seem annoyed or hateful towards his visits, which he felt obliged to do. He seemed like a man who knew what he was doing. Behind that wall of friendliness, bloody wars were fought. His eyes gave him away. Maybe that was, what made him just right. They completed each other so perfectly, maybe that also meant that they filled each others holes, which their wars inside and outside have left.
Even if this, whatever it was, could never last for eternity, it was the right opportunity to capture as many beautiful memories as possible, to treasure them and keep them forever.
Although it certainly wasn't right from the point of view of somebody who looked into the future.
But what kind of little sister would she be, if she listened to him?