Wildflowers | Alec Volturi

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"She wore her mind as a weapon, wielded her thoughts as a sword." 

Much of the tension amongst her family as they sat around the rickety table eating a hasty meal could be attributed to what Robyn believed to be her own musing and self-deprecating as she despaired over her own faults and secrets as that stemmed from the consequences of her father's actions.

It wasn't that they were defaults of her own, but rather a burden she couldn't quite shake as she sat surrounded by his guilt.

Still, she couldn't help but wish to speak up to get what she wanted, whether it be a public affair or private, Robyn wasn't quite sure how they were going to take to her having blatantly gone against their wishes, though she knew her father wouldn't have a place to disagree again, not in the presence of others, where she would not fear to manipulate him.

"Good Father, I was wondering if it is not time to welcome Alec and Jane back into your sermon," she ventured, speaking as though it was something as simple as flowers or the like.

Rodick chokes on his meal, coughing loudly and her mother jumps up to flutter nervously around him, patting his back. She doesn't turn to him as she set's her gaze on her Father. He lowers his spoon slowly, placing it neatly at the side of his bowl, templing his fingers and resting his chin upon them.

"Evil may possess many shapes, dear daughter, and the faces of the devil present themselves in even the most innocent of disguises," he speaks with this knowing righteousness that she nearly rolls her eyes at.

"Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?" She levels him with a look. "No one has ever seen the twins do anything of the sort. They are feared for something they have never done."

"This is not a subject to discuss during mealtime."

"You say that for all things! If it is not spoken of now, then it will not be spoken of at all," Robyn presses, a snarl pulls at her lips. "If you dismiss this now then I will not be permitted to bring it up again!"

"Silence! I have had enough of this talk of devil children and I warn you to keep a hold on your tongue lest you loose another word. I have had enough of your insolence, daughter."

The righteousness of his position a lots him the skill and command to speak easy as he wishes. Her Father was a fierce man with the power of the devil and his silver tongue to aid in his speech, but Robyn was not scared of a man of sin hiding beneath the pretense of Godliness. A preacher, a man of the Lord who has lost their way is not one that she can hold much faith in. He is one tainted, but he is one that their neighbours will follow blindly. If he could only see what she wanted, see how she need things to be, then it would be infinitely better for the twins, for Alec.

If he was treated better, then perhaps he would be more willing to be with her in the end.

For her affections were more than just a passing fancy, they were feeling she had harboured in her heart since she was little, holding them dear to her heart, but had never found the courage to speak on them. Now she had, now she knew what she wanted and would not be willing to abandon her resolve unless he turned her away.

"What you call insolence is only the truth you are to blind to see father! I fear not your punishment when blindness can be corrected with a little guidance to the light," she shouts, pushing to stand to her feet and rounds on him with a challenging stare. Her feelings were there in her eyes, the recklessness that she would be so willing to snatch and ruin all of their lives.

Father would lose his place as head of the church, he would be shamed in the eyes of their village -- outcasts and ostracized. Part of her yearned to do it, to destroy everything around her so that she might see the colours of flames, that she might see the life that sparked up around them bright and real instead of the dreary, dull experience that they were cursed to be.