Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25396609-20151120024732/@comment-24993958-20151215110017

Ok…context. I was looking for a way to make a background for an OC of mine artsy…I was hopping I could make it small but…well this is what I got:

I remember I had to learn how to walk properly, talk properly, act properly, while at the same time lie about the amount of money my parents earned, and never mention we bought most of our clothes at retail. That happened mostly because I was born in a relatively well off family; not too rich, not too poor, but definitely well off enough we could masquerade as being of high class. It was during my training that she was born, too young to have to follow the same rules as I...I envied her for that.

I remember not liking Glace a lot. She always questioned in a soft voice, never listened, and although she wouldn’t say it out loud, she glared at me whenever I did the opposite. Over time, my parents stopped trying to force her, and simply focused their attention on me, not even caring when Glace decided to go to a combat academy...why should they? They had me to blindly follow their dreams, too afraid to speak up to my own parents...I envied her for that.

I remember the first time I heard her scream. It was hard not to hear it, since we shared the same room. Her face look pale, a feat in itself given she had such a pasty complexion, muttering about monsters and death as her eyes were frantically looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time, stopping only when she saw my face before exhaling all the air in her lungs. I later found out her school organized a camping trip outside the borders to get them used to going outdoors. As you can probably imagine, things didn’t go well; a pack of grimm made it through the so called secured area and attacked the camp. She woke up to the smell of blood and the sight of grimm, surviving with barely a scratch because she was one of the few who stirred the least. She alway was a heavy sleeper...I envied her for that.

I remember Glace didn’t sleep or talk for days. Weather she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, no one could guess: but even blinking for too long seemed to make her jump. Desperate not to see the monsters again, she read without stop, barely leaving the house or even moving. It didn’t matter what she read, she just wanted to keep her mind off things. It was when I gave her one of the few books I bought myself, did she speak again. “He knows...Glace, he knows!” the book belonged to a retired hunter, one who wrote novels based on the beast he saw, and my sister was determined to see her. Shame she was so tired she could barely walk; It was quite easy for me to drag her back in bed...and help her get dressed. Despite her state, I knew Glace understood better than my parents what was best for her...I envied her for that.

I remember he had a limp. His name was Bruno Curtis, an Atlansian like us that sought to get away from the Highlife of Atlas much like my sister. It took me longer to explain to him that Glace was our family name, than it was to explain why I came. Halfway through my explanation he politely asked I could wait outside. I must have stayed there for hours, trying to remember if there ever was a time me or my sister called each other something other than “Glace”, and remembering to call my parents to tell them we were fine. I was too out of it to even politely tell them that I wasn’t coming back till she got better, and I made sure not to apologise for not taking the sleeping meds with me, or even opening them for that matter, despite the fact I told them I would. Hours later, I found her sleeping soundly in Bruno’s bed, the man hunched next to the bed with a faraway look in his eyes. She was tossing and turning, but almost stubbornly trying to stay asleep; she was alway a brave one...I envied her for that.

I remember she slept for days, waking up only to the sound of her own belly growling. She was at peace once more, jumping only when I tried to call her Aisa. “Can you not call me that please,” she asked, “you’re the only person that calls me Glace...I kind of like that now.” Only she could try and put a nice spin to something we used as an insult...I envied her for that.

I remember talking to her not one day ago. She was told by the headmaster about a mental condition a first year had and asked her to have a weekly meeting with her to make sure everything was fine. She ultimately became a psychologist at a hunter school, while I’m trying to turn some of the lies my parents spun into truths. She always makes sure to tell me all the crazy things that happen there, talking about the academy like it was some sort of wonder land...Can’t say I envy that.

...Maybe I should have stuck to the boring route.