Dancing Again

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel had missed a lot of things, to be fair he was still trying to figure out everything. It wasn't as if he wanted to not be there, he just wasn't. There were a lot of people he was trying to get back on track with. Three of them being his sister, however he hated having to be serious. It was one of those things he swore he wouldn't happen unless it was incredibly necessary.


"Yeah I hear about that, How are you holding up?" He asked looking up from his binder again. Even if he was trying to do his homework, he would always find talking infinitely better. It was mostly because he hated the silence. He wasn't sure if it was because it was filled with things they could've said, or because it was filled with things they should've said.

He was always going to be a bit on the dramatic side, he had to many sisters not to be. Still he was trying to piece all the piece together,he still hadn't found how his family had gotten so screwed up. he blamed his parents and he blamed the stupid school, and not for the first time.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa kept stretching, kept moving, kept acting as if, on some degree, this whole conversation with her older brother wasn't slightly disturbing her. Technically Elsa was the second youngest: Erika beat her out by just enough time to count and Abel had them both by long enough to matter. Still, she'd been the mature one of the group, or at least the one who knew the rules and knew how to act. Abel had always been the one who'd cared, who'd really seemed more anxious to make sure they'd all personally survive whatever it was that kept plaguing them because of their names.

So really, she should expected this of him.

"I'm holding," she replied honestly. "I've been seeing someone, which I'm sure you know, and that definitely helps," she rolled her body again, simply letting the physicality of the motion taking the lead for a few moments and enjoying the release that came from that.

"It's bewildering," she continued, "both the relationship and what happened. But... I'm coping," Elsa licked her lips. Yes, coping was definitely the word for it. She glanced over at her brother. "I would've appreciated you being here,' she said, not entirely sure even as she said it if the words were meant as accusation, compliment, or plea.