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09.16.2012 , 02:46 PM |
Characters: Malavai Quinn and Darth Nox (Quinn Quinn), Essa
Sibling Growing in the Shadows
Malavai Quinn grew up alongside his Sith sister with all the dignity and grace the forgotten son could manage. If anyone asked him what it was like growing up with a Sith sibling, his answer would be a terse response of “Do mind yours.” His sister was favored over him in obvious ways. Whenever they occupied the same room, their mother doted on her, leaving Malavai to stew, cold and alone, and watch as his sister was praised and hugged and kissed at a whim. He grew to hate his sister when she was near and miss hating her when she was away. When she was away, it was glorious. No longer overshadowed by her powers, he was allowed to shine and preen and be praised for his hard work and accomplishments. He never could satisfy his mother, but his father was more than willing to shower Malavai with praises and accolades worthy of his achievements. An incident when they were children changed his view on his sister for the better and his mother for the worse.
During dinner with Essa, Vai, Darth Ravage, Nox, Talos, and Athra one evening, Nox drudged up a memory best left swept under the rug.
“Malavai, do you remember when we used to play Jedi versus Sith in the back garden?” Nox asked innocently over dinner.
Malavai stiffened in his chair and set his fork down. “Yes,” he replied.
“Aww, that’s cute!” Athra giggled next to him.
“Do you remember the last time we played it?” Nox asked with a smile.
“Most of it,” Malavai said darkly.
“It’s when my powers first blossomed,” Nox said wistfully.
“And when you succeeded in killing me.”
“Oh, you’re none the worse for wear now,” Essa said dismissively. “Do stop being so dramatic.”
“I died!” Malavai said through clenched teeth. “You nearly left me there. Had your precious daughter not shocked me back to life, I would have stayed dead.”
“So dramatic,” Essa murmured flippantly.
Malavai set his jaw; the muscles in his jaw twitched in agitation. He should be used to his mother’s careless disregard for him by now. “You should have been Sith,” she would say, “then I would love you as much as I love your sister.” And it hurt. Nothing short of becoming Sith would bring his mother to care for him. It was easy to blame Nox for her part, though unintentional as it was.
So when they were six, in the back garden playing Jedi versus Sith, he made his discontent known and attacked Nox with all the fury a six-year-old could. He was unusually verbose for his age and was better with a practice sword than she was. As she curled into a ball on the ground to protect herself, he let loose a torrent of emotion.
“It’s your fault!” six-year-old Malavai yelled at his cowering sister. “If you were never born, mother would love me!” He slapped at the ground near Nox’s feet angrily. She squealed and pulled her feet as close to her body as she could manage. “You’re a horrible person! You always rush into the room when I’m speaking with mother about the things I learned! You take her attention from me! You think it’s funny! It’s not funny!”
“It’s not my fault,” Nox muttered sadly.
Malavai let out a shout and struck the ground near her hand. “It is! I should be the only child worthy of such love! I work harder than you! I’m smarter than you! I’m the firstborn! You’re just a Sith! The only difference between us is you can work some magic unseen power and I can’t! It isn’t fair!”
“I didn’t ask to be born Sith!” Nox yelled angrily. How dare he! Mother was right. Malavai was a pathetic Force-blind who would never be of any significant use to anyone. He would never be as good as Father with his horrible attitude. He needed to accept his lot in life and get over it.
Malavai clenched his teeth and swung the practice sword with all his might at Nox’s head. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced for impact when she felt a tugging sensation in her arm. It felt good. It felt right. It felt
. She reached toward the sensation and brought her arm up to protect herself. Malavai’s sword caught her on the forearm, but it didn’t hurt her at all. Then she heard a blood curdling scream and saw a flash of light before the sword drop harmlessly to her side. When she opened her eyes, Malavai was on the ground and… smoking. Slowly, she crawled to him.
Their mother rushed from the house at the sound of the lightning strike and found her two children, one on the ground, the other kneeling next to the body and panicked for a brief moment. When she realized it was Malavai and not Nox on the ground she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Mum!” Nox called to her. “Mummy he’s not breathing!”
“It’s fine dear,” Essa said calmly as she made her way to them. “Your power has finally made itself known! I’m so proud of you dear. You’re just like your mummy!”
“But Malavai isn’t breathing! That means he’s dead. It means I killed him!” Nox cried sadly.
“It’s the Sith way, dear. The weaker die at the hands of the stronger. I’m so proud of you!”
Nox looked down at her brother and sobbed. She didn’t mean to hurt him! Not like this. And Mother didn’t seem to care. Her brain went into overdrive. Everything Malavai had yelled at her had been true. Their mother didn’t care for him in the slightest.
“I’m not a murmurer!” she cried.
“Murderer, dear, murderer,” Essa corrected.
She stared at her mother with wide eyes. She was cold, so very cold. Nox thought as hard as she possibly could. She had to fix this. If a shock could kill, a shock could bring life. Why not try that? So she did. And, as luck would have it, it worked. Little Malavai’s heart started an instant after being shocked.
“Hmm, it appears you may be a healer,” Essa murmured to herself.
Malavai coughed and sputtered, but did not return to consciousness for two weeks. Nox stayed by his side all the while, ignoring their mother as she tried to draw Nox in for training. “Not until Malavai wakes up,” she would say stubbornly. Essa would roll her eyes, but indulge the child her fantasies. Malavai would never recover from a shock like that.
Malavai finished his dinner in silence, ignoring the conversation at large. After dessert was served, he excused himself quietly. He made it halfway down a hall before Nox stopped him. They face each other a few feet apart. Tension filled the hallway, driving a following Talos behind a pillar to watch in silence.
“You don’t still hate me for that, do you?” she asked him quietly.
“You were a product of your upbringing,” he replied stiffly.
“That’s not an answer.”
Malavai sighed quietly and ran a hand through his hair. “No, I never hated you for that.”
“You hated me to that point, though.”
“I did, yes,” he admitted quietly. “You more than made up for our mother’s bias by reviving me and staying by my side while I recovered.”
“Mother means well.”
Malavai glared and spat, “She never meant well when it came to me. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
“She wanted to raise you how you would be treated in the greater Empire by the Sith,” Nox explained.
“Yes, because treating your son as a lesser being is much preferable to raising him as if you actually cared,” Malavai said bitterly. “I have no idea what Father saw and continues to see in that woman and I don’t much care. She and I will never see eye to eye. Don’t defend her to me.”
“Who knows what anyone sees in anyone else,” Nox shrugged.
“I spoke with Talos,” Malavai said quietly. “He informed me you aren’t even remotely close to making your way into the bedroom.”
Nox blushed a bit and scratched her cheek.
“Don’t lie to me next time, Quinn,” Malavai said gently. “You’re my sister. I would help you regardless of our past.”
“That’s sweet,” Nox said, smiling.
“I assure you, I am anything but ‘sweet’,” he replied stiffly.
“Oh, you’re just a stuffed Thranta!” Nox closed the space between them and embraced her brother with a fierce hug. He hugged her back and smiled. He hadn’t hated her for quite some time. Perhaps time was all that was needed to repair burned bridges.
Nox pulled back and pushed at Malavai’s chest. “Now, go away,” she whispered. “Talos is just down the hall!”
Malavai rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Do tell me how things work out between you. I’m anxious to be proven right.”
Nox slapped him on the shoulder and turned him toward the end of the hall. He waved at her without turning around and left her to her business with Talos. He loved being right.
Apparently, all my Quinns must have a tragic past.
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