ellie {d9!cb/fin}

I've always felt the slightest bit of sympathy for my older brother and sister. 

But it always fades within a passing moment.

For my sister is made of one part compassion and two parts awkward, which strikes every person she's met as strange, for she seems to be stuck in the mindset of a thirteen year old, even at the fabled wise age of eighteen. 

My brother, however, never took the time of day to acknowledge the accusations laid against him, whether they were laid down by peers or our parents, because to him, they were nothing but background notes in the harmony of his mind.

It was because of these differences that at times we appeared to be nothing but rivals at odds, but behind closed doors we wouldn't hesitate to lay down lives for one another. 

We just wouldn't admit it. 

And our reasoning for this was sound, because even though we shared the same stringy hair and light eyes we were opposites on all ends of the spectrum, reserved, melodramatic, and confident. 

It only took one glance to tell where each of us fit within those confines. 

But even more than just falling within the word was the way we embraced it, lived it out through each word we spoke and card of action we played. 

Seniority here wasn't filed by age or number, it was categorized on how you laid your hand, and it was because of this that I stood above my brother and sister at the rare times we stood side by side, because even though I wouldn't admit it, we were one and the same, bound by blood we couldn't scrub from our veins, and if you can't rid yourself of your burden, you might as well hoist it high above your head.

ellie mae versace
district nine
odair