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Cognitive Dissonance- The feeling of discomfort that results from two conflicting beliefs. Taking one’s reality and set foundation and twisting it entirely. The feeling was one he had never expected, and quite frankly never thought possible for a man like himself. Not until the day came that he heard her first whispers, her dots and dashes of a far off reality soon coming an actual possibility in which they might come together and be united as one. It was she that gave him hope, and it was she that caused him to drop all of what made him- him. All to be by her side without so much as a second thought or hesitation.
One may call it love, another may call it a means of escape. Either way the action in doing so caused great toll on his body, one that he never took into consideration, but more so learned from the hard way. Sacrifices were to be made, yet it seemed it was he who payed the price. If only she knew, could feel the confusion and emotions that he was to deal with, maybe then would she understand exactly why it was this caused him to bleed. Never did he think that just by altering the reality he once knew, would it cause for his health to deplete as fast as it did. There was no stopping it, and only was it the smallest things that often triggered him into hemorrhaging.
It was a subtle response, eyes flickering just a little wider, jaw tensing as he could feel the sensation that often came before it would begin. Never was the feeling so bad though, so quick that it had him standing still as crimson red began to drip from his chin, staining the tie that hung about his neck and had him gazing back at her.
”Idon’t suppose you have anything?“ Referring to something to stop the bleeding, his brow merely furrowed as he took to pinching the bridge of his nose, head tilting back in hopes it would pass.
It was in time that Madame Lutece may thoroughly find herself aware of these internal clashes between mind and body, her visual study being the one fellow which she had been able to respect and cherish… And therefore hold in mind all hours of the day, no matter how his health may have appeared one moment. By having secured his proper place alongside her, Rosalind had been willing, rather obligated, to ensure his occupancy. For it had been that once getting an earful of her very title, one which hadn’t been obscure since belonging to his person just as well, that the woman found herself decided. Where he was to reside was in her own universe, preservation of his utmost brilliance being established and put to beneficial use.
Only once they acted on this yearning of theirs, did a lack of recognition respecting the influence tears had upon human anatomy and psych. It hadn’t been so much that they had been dazed by whom knew what– it had just been a matter of devaluation. Certainly the affect would not be as sever as it could potentially be, they might have mentioned a good few instances before the procedure’s inauguration… Negligence had been etched along the innermost wall of her mind and it had been clear that the Lutece's hadn’t fairly made up for the blame which prompted with the man’s trauma. Practically all had more or less, belonged to dear Rosalind whom allowed personal sentiments to prevail.
Concern riddling her very composure, it was all too soon that she rush to his aid, providing what little she could offer as of now: a soon to be embellished handkerchief. ”Use this. “ Already allowing her appendages to ever so subtly guarantee her devotion through physical contact.
" …Brother, you would not lie to me in regards to your well being, would you? Do trust me when I say that I intend to mend you– successfully and unconditionally. ”
Faults are always to follow after triumph, as if shadows… It had been most unfortunate but tending toward the mishaps had been the Madame’s only option as of now. The Lutece Device, while operational and serving its purpose most diligently, has but a few minor liabilities. Now, it hadn’t been so much had to do with flaws in the system, but rather the operation of the transfer itself. To bear the visceral expense when alternating between universes, it meant potential, harsh chances. Alike to a change in environment but only far more drastic on both the mind and body.
Brows came to knot at the rather evident burden that trickled atop his upper lip… Transpiring from meager droplets to a gushing rather profusely, a hand raised in frenzied concern.
All in time. Surely one day she would find such a breaking point. Being pushed too far to the edge with no return, and would one day leave him, for there was no such thing as a happy ending. Not with them, nor the universe in which they lived in. Yet, he remained hopeful, that perhaps one day things would be normal for the two of them. A world where there was no Comstock, was no prophet. A world where they could be together, away from the harm and what might come with meddling among other realities.
The thought had a sigh leaving his chest, and his eyes, though sad like that of a beaten puppy, returning to hers once more. “If only there were a solution to my condition, perhaps then I wouldn’t feel so bad.” Fingers curled softly around the wrist that held him, and in bold action did he move such soft fingertips to his cheek. The smooth shaven, well kept face meeting her palm. It was then did he close his eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of her being, her comfort, before looking to her once more.
”With luck, one day the mystery will be solved. Until then I suppose there’s no point in mulling over it.” Saying such things to keep her from worrying, since it was the last thing he ever wanted to do to his beloved sister.
Average hadn’t been in their forte and as of yet, it didn’t appear to be in the near future. Despite this component, there had been no obstruction to a boundless affinity with oneself, or in their case, with one another. Evidently, both redheads had very little means of indulgences aside from their devotion toward the ‘seemingly impossible’ and themselves, so it only suggested what was natural for their adjoining individuality… To disregard all else and fixate upon that which only held beneficial grandeur to themselves in terms of comfort and knowledge.
A shortness of breath floundered her poise at the idiocrasy: this sort of gesture had never been all too predicted when concerning her dearest sibling. What fueled this fortitude had been nameless and unidentifiable but it had not struck nerve. It had been tender and therefore welcomed, though in the most subtle of manners. Phalanges extended finely and across such sleek hide, the warmth building in both her fingertips and his jowl conducting what resembled waves of electric energy (that is, if humans had been capable of intervening). “Do not feel remorse for that you can’t control.” What resembled a smile graced her dull features but for moment of reassurance.
"Yes, luck.“ She would remain hopeful, for his sake. Miracles though, by their definition were meaningless. Hardly was it that she foreseen marvels or witnessed them for that matter, only emphasizing their extinction.
cxmmandant-blog: "Rosalind couldn't possibly know how tortuous her poised response actually was. To hear not only suggestion but personal confirmation /on/ the subject of finding unique comfort it another -- Alfred ignores how quick jealousy makes his heart rage. "I can't say I fathom why, Madame. I'm no genius like my sister.""
Dear Alfred ought to have made the opposed aware of his actual disposition, but as of yet, he held no troubled inclination and therefore the Lutece had carried onward. That is, with negligible exchanges of pleased expressions since she’d come to assume this fellow had been as contented to speak with her as she had him– though, this was certainly not this case.
Rosalind simply shakes her head, as though about to lead the conversation into a tangent she’s covered plenty a time before.
"One’s value shouldn’t be determined on whether they are known for their intellect, Mister Ashford. Though I am not so well established with our acquaintanceship, I can assure you that though you don’t think as much of yourself, there are those who do for you.“ His sibling had been one of them, always referring to him as tenderly as she had been capable.
With all Alexia has spoken of him, Lutece had been enthusiastic to share a few words and inevitably group both pairs of ’twins’ for a conjoined dinner amongst themselves. It appeared that they'd enjoyed one another’s company by her powers of observation.
cxmmandant-blog: ""My sister seems to be quite... (infatuated) /interested/ in you, Madame Lutece." He can't say he really sees the /appeal/, but then again men were always more to Alfred's liking. That Robert, for example. Regardless, he's jealous. "I'm glad to see she has someone /else/ who she may speak with her." "
Lutece only looks on at the familiar, presenting herself in a manner which had been anticipated for her character: prim, proper, and all sorts of uptight with a steady ‘updo’ and the straining Edwardian wear.
“We have been discussing subjects of matter which apply to our opposing fields as of late, so I can comprehend why that impression came about. Although I am not as familiar with Madame Ashford as much as I would like to be, I infer to hold similar interest.” What both Rosalind and Alfred had in common were this trait– but practically no individual (be they female or male) held a candle to dearRobert, no matter how much she did and would grow fond of others,Alexia Ashford included.
Envy would come about with any form of interaction between an unrealistically close set of 'twins’… It had been quite effortless to distinguish. Alike to this fellow, Rosalind would find herself terribly jealous had any others set their gaze on he who facilitated her very vision.
"It is unforeseen to come across those who we can relate to on certain levels, despite our other half providing all the company we could need… I find Alexia to be much like myself in ways which Robert is not (though it appears near to impossible). It’s comforting to comprehend that there are others which perceive things similarly and can provide likable company…
Considering you are her brother, I would very much like to speak with you and further get acquainted. “
