#finally my brain has cooked and it is elder sibling jealousy

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@deathblightprince

There is a cloying sensation of jealousy Messmer could not help feeling burn within him alongside his ever-loathed flames whenever he looked upon Godwyn. He was the 'firstborn' in Marika's eyes as soon as her golden child was born and he felt that shift strongly the day he got to bore witness to his younger brother swaddled in cloth born with a purpose in this world.

A purpose he could see all too clearly for every year that passed. Was his brother aware of this favoritism? He would surely find out seeing as he might have imbibed a little too much wine as of late, bitter thoughts wringing through his mind along with his contained companions writhing contained beneath the veil of his clothing.

He'd grab Godwyn soon as he was able before he could wander elsewhere, snatching his wrist and keeping him captive so that he may listen to him alone for once.

"Tell me brother mine." He starts with a hiss, their mother's golden seal resting in his socket almost glowing fiercely with his better kept emotions.

"Don't thee ever feel spoiled enow? Is it not enow to wield thy curseless self as aught blade?"