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Prologue
Psyche stared at the sheet music in front of her, holding her bow to her Violin ready. She gave Torté a side glance as his fingers hovered over the piano keys. When he noticed her staring, he rolled his blue eyes and smirked. Psyche almost snorted, shooting him a halfhearted glare.
The instructor cleared her throat, causing the twins to focus once more.
“You may begin.”
Only the sound of music filled the air as they played for the tenth time that day. Psyche hands hurt, but she dared not say it out loud nor show her discomfort. She already knew what the instructor would say, just as the previous ones did before.
“You giving up is a sign of weakness. Your parents are not weak people. They don’t want weak children.”
So she fought back her tears and continued to play. Torté couldn’t care less, however. In fact, he stopped playing abruptly and walked away from the piano, angering the instructor.
“We’re done for the day.” Torté said, grabbing his sister’s wrist, causing her to drop her instrument.
“We still have two more hours left and your father-“
“That man isn’t our father.” Torté said cooly. Silence ensued after that and Psyche touched his arm, calming the angered teen, who looked at her with a gentle fondness.
Torté was the older twin and made it his responsibility to drive everyone mad. He’s brash, outspoken, but extremely intelligent.
Psyche made it her responsibility to keep Torté calm when no one else could. It was the least she could do, after all, he did speak up when she couldn’t.
“Let’s all take a break,” Psyche suggested, smiling. “We can continue later.”
Without waiting for the older women’s reply, Torté proceeded to drag his twin away.
- - - - - - - - - -
“Hands.” Torté commanded when they were out of ear shot.
Psyche mentally flinched and her smile didn’t waver.
“Hmm?”
“I saw your hands, Psy. They’re red and swollen. You even flinched when I grabbed your wrist.”
“My hands are fine!”
“Prove it.”
“...What?”
Torté glared, his arms crossed. “Prove it. If your hands aren’t red, I’ll let it go.”
Psyche looked at him, silently pleading with him to drop it.
Too bad she had a protective older brother.
Sighing, she showed him her hands bracing herself for his scolding. Her normally small hands were swollen,red, and throbbed when she squeezed them.
Instead of yelling at her, he simply grabbed bandages and wrapped them, ignoring the confused look on her face.
“You know I hate when you over exert yourself, Psyche. Take care of yourself too, idiot.”
Psyche nodded and gave him a bright smile.
“Okay, Torté!”
“Now let's go get some cake!”
“Okay!”


Silent Scream
Prologue
Psyche stared at the sheet music in front of her, holding her bow to her Violin ready. She gave Torté a side glance as his fingers hovered over the piano keys. When he noticed her staring, he rolled his blue eyes and smirked. Psyche almost snorted, shooting him a halfhearted glare.
The instructor cleared her throat, causing the water twins to focus once more.
“You may begin.”
Only the sound of music filled the air as they played for the tenth time that day. Psyche hands hurt, but she dared not say it out loud nor show her discomfort. She already knew what the instructor would say, just as the previous ones did before.
“You giving up is a sign of weakness. Your parents are not weak people. They don’t want weak children.”
So she fought back her tears and continued to play. Torté couldn’t care less, however. In fact, he stopped playing abruptly and walked away from the piano, angering the instructor.
“We’re done for the day.” Torté said, grabbing his sister’s wrist, causing her to drop her instrument.
“We still have two more hours left and your father-“
“That man isn’t our father.” Torté said cooly. Silence ensued after that and Psyche touched his arm, calming the angered teen, who looked at her with a gentle fondness.
Torté was the older twin and made it his responsibility to drive everyone mad. He’s brash, outspoken, but extremely intelligent.
Psyche made it her responsibility to keep Torté calm when no one else could. It was the least she could do, after all, he did speak up when she couldn’t.
“Let’s all take a break,” Psyche suggested, smiling. “We can continue later.”
Without waiting for the older women’s reply, Torté proceeded to drag his twin away.
- - - - - - - - - -
“Hands.” Torté commanded when they were out of ear shot.
Psyche mentally flinched and her smile didn’t waver.
“Hmm?”
“I saw your hands, Psy. They’re red and swollen. You even flinched when I grabbed your wrist.”
“My hands are fine!”
“Prove it.”
“...What?”
Torté glared, his arms crossed. “Prove it. If your hands aren’t red, I’ll let it go.”
Psyche looked at him, silently pleading with him to drop it.
Too bad she had a protective older brother.
Sighing, she showed him her hands bracing herself for his scolding. Her normally small hands were swollen,red, and throbbed when she squeezed them.
Instead of yelling at her, he simply grabbed bandages and wrapped them, ignoring the confused look on her face.
“You know I hate when you over exert yourself, Psyche. Take care of yourself too, idiot.”
Psyche nodded and gave him a bright smile.
“Okay, Torté!”
“Now let's go get some cake!”
“Okay!”