Writhing Butterflies (Elsa)

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Again, could they get back to the whole Felix leaving part? Elsa liked that plan, not least of all because it meant that she wouldn't have to deal with this whole emotional mess and keep attempting to play her sister to someone who clearly should've gotten better treatment than this. You'd think that Erika would have at least set aside something for Felix, one of her closest friends. She'd apparently contacted Ellen to some degree.  instead, Elsa had to sit there and endure Felix pouring his heart out to her, all while thinking he spoke to her twin instead.

Worse still: it was a fairly decent speech. How was it that Erika managed to pull all these people to support her? Elsa certainly didn't, and she worked her ass off building alliances and doing what was necessary. Your own person, do whatever, stay where---wait, what? The Bellefontes belonged here, and just hearing a suggestion that they might not nearly made Elsa... but he wasn't speaking to her, he was speaking to Erika, who'd often felt lost, felt pressured. Elsa bit her lip, nearly feelings tears of frustration bubble.

Where was her Felix?

no, no, no, she didn't need this. She was stronger than Erika; she did things her own way, used people, used situations and turned them to her advantage. Felix looked into Elsa's eyes and she looked into his, glad at least that her own were slightly watery. He said her name, her real name, and Elsa couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously, you think I'm my sister now? Wow, we do need to spend more time together," she said, reaching a hand up to dig at her eyes. she rose, taking a few steps away from Felix. "I'm just a mess right now, okay? That doesn't make me someone else," and wasn't that the truest thing she'd said during this whole meeting? Well, minus the mess part, though she supposed this situation was quite... messy.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix knew Elsa. Of couse he did, she was his best friend's twin, her identical twin sister. At least, they were almost identical... Felix had little interaction with her before beyond the occasional polite greeting. But staring into the gaze of the female he'd just confessed his love to, he saw in her the flicker of difference, the lack of that soft warmth Erika's eyes held. A sickening numbness eclipsed him, and he'd spoken her name before he could even fully begin to register the situation at hand. The idea that Elsa, for whatever reason, was pretending to be Erika... And had allowed him to confess his feelings, something which he'd had to build up his resolve and confidence for the past few hours before even considering telling her. He could not even begin, and remained for a moment where he was, staring at the female until she got up and moved from the radio host. Her words echoed through the fog in his brain as Felix slowly stood, staring at nothing in particular as his mind raced a mile a minute. He raised a hand to his head, clutching a handful of his hair as he clenched his eyes shut, trying to ignore her pleas that he'd made a mistake.

Had he? Was he really in such a state that he'd thought for a moment that Erika was Elsa? Was it perhaps out of some sort of desperation, that this cold stranger couldn't possibly be the woman he'd fallen for, that he'd latched onto any outrageous possibility that it might not be... Because he couldn't bear how distant they'd become from each other? God, how he missed HIS Erika.

"... I'm... I'm sorry, I'm..." He spoke, his voice barely audible. He turned to look at her, blinking back the gloss that was forming in his eyes. "I just, I don't know anymore... All I want is for you to be happy. If that means I'm out of the picture completely, then-" He paused, narrowing his eyes slightly as he stared at her; Her hair. The curl was... So much looser then Erika's usual hairstyle, as though it had been curled with tongs instead of the natural kink being allowed full reign. "E-Eri... Eri, do you remember what you whispered to me the day you met me?" He spoke, although exactly why he was asking he wasn't sure; He wasn't certain he wanted to know the answer. The day they met, Felix couldn't hear. He'd blown out his eardrums and she had to shout to even be barely heard by him; If she knew that... She was Erika, and that meant he really was on the verge of an emotional breakdown if he was mistaking her for Elsa... And if she... If she didn't know... Well. He was damned either way.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"I don't want you out of the picture!" Elsa said, speaking quickly. This much she knew to be true. Erika's feelings toward Felix were complex, complicated, and far too much for any normal relationship, but they were feelings, feelings that entailed Felix being around. "Jeez, you're overreacting to this whole love thing, just put it---" Elsa began, stopping when she caught him staring. Seriously, who did that? People in love with someone. Well, wasn't that just fun? She was really tempted to just leap forward and kiss him or something, get it over with.

Especially as he asked a question that he clearly thought was supposed to be some kind of relationship test. Elsa rolled her eyes, knowing full well that this was precisely what her sister would be doing. At the same time, though she knew that it was slightly risky, she mentally "clicked" on the first words, diving into Felix's mind, wanting, needing to read it. If she moved quickly, he'd just feel some buzzing in his head, which she could dismiss as his being all worked up about this whole love thing. It should've been on the tip of his thoughts anyway, he should've literally been thinking them at that exact moment, making it easy for Elsa to just pick them up.

"Seriously, you're going to test me now?" Elsa said, raising a brow and facing Felix. she expected a protest, and that time of protest should be all she needed to pry loose the thought, give him what he wanted, and end this conversation that so should've been ended some time ago.

Why can't she just be a bitch and kick him out? That would be so much easier...