(multiple pov)
Ever fell in love with something basic?
Like a piece of string? A nail? A tree branch? A pencil?
Anyway, I fell in love with a piece of rope. This rope was basic at first. I mean it came from an ordinary tree, but my eldest brother had slowly braided it together with his own two hands. Maybe it's why I loved it, and used it as a special weapon. This only kills certain people; like important ones.
This ugly thing lacking beauty wanted to eat me?
Peh!
Let us see who will suffer first.
Patiently, while dodging the blows aimed at me I pulled on the gloves made by my sister, the knee-length boots and apron. Raising a leg, I kicked the ugly thing, sending it flying away while I thought about just changing my uniform, but I felt that my siblings will arrive soon.
Even though I have awakened fully and basically ceased pretending as much I had not opened the sibling bond much but some things I can not hide.
