Act I. Scene II

AGAPE

"Heard about the case at the Lestrad house." A voice can be heard in the background.

"And who hasn’t?" Another came soon after, more whispered, "The rumors are running loose, all are saying that it is a confirmation for the curse to be true."

"Curse?" Airell soon spoke, looking towards his sister’s face. "I call it common sense! I would have killed all those things well before!" His face was outraged. "If I had to look at that woman’s ugly and sour face every day, then... I wouldn’t give myself a month!"

"I wouldn’t give you a week," Agape said with laughter. "The first wrong look and someone would have a spear right in the throat."

"A spear? They’d be lucky if I didn’t kill them with my own hands!" His tone gradually increased, probably because of the irritation that was rising so high up his face that he was turning crimson. " Sour-faced bunch of people who don’t..."

"Airell... lower." A serious tone came out of those delicate, rosy lips, "we still have to keep a facade, remember?"

"Urgh...", grunted along with a roll of eyes, "but will you tell me it’s a lie?"

"I never said I was, little brother...", the tone of the redhead became lower, milder, "but we have to keep our voices down when talking about things like that."

"Blah, blah, blah...", made a gesture with the hand that resembled a mouth opening and closing, "must have several thinking the same thing, they just do not dare to leave behind the very mask of false moralism they created."

"Maybe it’s part of it”, the one with the jade eyes said carelessly when she shrugged, "but... what do you think? Do you think it was an attack of madness? Just a planned murder?"

"Kick more in the first, ironically." The redhead took his hand up to his chin, with that showing thoughtful, "But honestly? It seems to me to have been good for him... have you seen the abandoned pet face?"

"Abandoned pet face?" Confusion filled the girl’s face.

"Yeah, that droopy face, looks more opaque than poorly polished cutlery." He tried to explain briefly. "Anyway, abandoned pet face."

Agape did not yet know how, but she could always understand her brother’s strange explanations. But she really could not deny it, he always had that look, the look of someone who wanted peace somehow.

‘He has the look of a soldier...’, did not avoid comparing inside her head, it was like the look of a soldier who returned exhausted from a long war, one that had left space full of scars.

A cold and painful beauty, like the roses that were placed in tombs.

"Look! Talking in the face of the abandoned pet." The feet of the emerald eyes just started to move. "Want to go talk to him?" He seemed to have asked for a simple matter of education, since when the redhead realized..., her brother was already there, he was already talking to the current archduke.

"Not even to wait for me...!" The green-eyed girl said as she stared at her brother with a certain grudge.

"Ah, right...", the redhead just seemed to ignore. "That’s my sister, Agape Lisianto."

"Pleasure...", the girl’s clear eyes fixed on the brunette in front of her as a bow was made. "It’s an honor to meet you, Cale Lestrad."

"Idem." He spoke directly, succinctly. "But... tell me, to what do I owe this conversation?"

"It owes to the fact of giving an interesting figure, dear Lestrad." A corner smile was painted on the face of the ginger. "We’re practically the same age, I think we could make friends."

"Oh??" A weak and social arch appeared on the face of the amber-eyed, "If so, I believe I stole the time of both... I do not create ties." Melancholy, he would have no other definition for that light beam of gleam in his eyes.

Melancholy is as melancholy as the moon trying to reach the sea at night by seeing its reflection, and by getting a glimpse of how close it could be.

"So... if you’ll excuse me." His back went in the opposite direction, thus becoming more and more distant. "We see at some point in this life."

Shock.

Surprise.

Confusion.

The twins' expressions had all these things mixed up.

"Has anyone ever set us aside like this?" The emerald eyes seemed perplexed. "Did he, alone..., dispense?"

"I think so?" There was a slight whirlwind in the mind of the ginger at that moment, because she did not understand what had just happened.

"But he will like us, there’s no way anyone won’t like us!" Airell seemed to have made it his life mission.

"Let him prepare himself!"

'Poor soul.' That’s all Agape could think of the black-haired, who was getting further and further away.

However, the surprise of the ginger seemed to be more due to something else, it seemed more because she did not understand Cale at all, never being able to understand him. All she had of him were a few looks she gave at events and a few things she had heard about him.

His heart was racing.

And I didn’t know why I was squeezing, I didn’t know because I had a distressing pain in my chest.

It didn’t make sense.

Nothing in that situation seemed to make sense in his head.

Meaningless, yes, completely meaningless things.

Come back, Agape, come back!

"Look at him walking normally... so cold." A voice full of derision can be heard, "He has no-..."

A cold look, a cold, piercing look like a jade gun, went towards the person who spoke.

Stopped.

"Wow... I haven’t seen such an ugly look since I broke your bow...", he stared at his sister’s face in a bewildered way, "what happened? This isn’t the first time you’ve heard of him."

"Got me in a bad mood, that’s all." The redhead sighed, sighed that she didn’t even understand the sudden anger she felt, "Come on, we had a reason to leave the house, now we’re going after the same, come on?"