[ Sandon wasn't typically in a position where he felt powerless; his role in the magical community meant he could help his own more often than not, could manipulate situations as necessary to make trouble disappear. But this -- Alyssa's banishment, their grandmother's death, and a stepmother whose disposition is typically reserved for characters in fairytales -- he couldn't fix this. Not on his own, in any case.
It's difficult, watching his life spiral out of his control. Harder still to watch his sister slipping further and further away from him. His family is falling apart before his very eyes, and there's nothing he can do but watch.
He's watching his sister sleep when Charlie passes him the mug of coffee, and he tears his gaze away long enough to offer a nod of thanks. In answer to Charlie's words of reassurance, Sandon has little to say. (I miss her too, chief among them, but there's no need to voice that.) ]
Thank you, for keeping an eye on her. [ His smile is small and rueful when he adds, ] I'm going to guess this isn't exactly what you signed on for.
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It's difficult, watching his life spiral out of his control. Harder still to watch his sister slipping further and further away from him. His family is falling apart before his very eyes, and there's nothing he can do but watch.
He's watching his sister sleep when Charlie passes him the mug of coffee, and he tears his gaze away long enough to offer a nod of thanks. In answer to Charlie's words of reassurance, Sandon has little to say. (I miss her too, chief among them, but there's no need to voice that.) ]
Thank you, for keeping an eye on her. [ His smile is small and rueful when he adds, ] I'm going to guess this isn't exactly what you signed on for.