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7.20 - The Eldest Sister II
🕑 Added 2024-12-01 01:20:00 +0000 UTCElodie calmed from her over-excited state, fortunately, as the conversation began in earnest.
It had been a while since they had talked, so they had a lot to catch up on. Both practical—like the shard-eaters, her new team, and Zoey's sponsorship—along with the personal. Which Elodie had gotten a vivid preface to.
Idly walking through the estate's expansive garden, the two sisters talked about all sorts of sensitive topics under the protection of her sound-barrier artifact.
Unlike with her father, Rosalie gave the full story, since hiding her relationship with Zoey was out the window. She omitted the exact details, of course, because her sister didn't need to know what they were getting up to in each shard, but with some awkwardness—and delight and insistence on Elodie's part—she explained how she had fallen into Zoey's orbit, and the strange nature of her class and the shards they ventured into.
Even Elodie, carefree as she could be, sharpened her attention when the shard eaters were brought up, and what Ephythithys choosing a champion implied for the world at large. But she had talked with Father already, and so she wasn't shocked by anything she said; she'd gotten the overview earlier.
Elodie was much more interested in the personal side of things. To Rosalie's chagrin.
"I really can't believe it," she lamented. "I've been gone two months, and when I come back, my prudish little sister has not one, or two, but two and a half girlfriends. And I didn't even get to vet them."
"I'm more than capable of selecting my own romantic partners, Elodie. Your personal approval is wholly unnecessary."
Elodie clutched at her chest like she'd been struck by an arrow.
Grumbling, Rosalie amended, "Though your concern is appreciated."
The beaming smile returned, easy as that. "Tell me about them."
"Haven't I already?"
"You recited a list of events. Pared down to the most crucial details, a commander giving a battle report. No, Rosalie. Tell me about them. How did they melt that cold, frozen heart of yours?"
Rosalie eyed her.
"Actually, that's not true. You don't have a cold, frozen heart. You just pretend—" Rosalie made a sound of protest. "—But how'd they get past the mask to find the gross and gooey insides?"
"Evocative as always, Elodie." Rosalie sighed, well accustomed to her eldest sibling's antics. "Must I really? It's embarrassing to just … talk about such things."
"Really? It's embarrassing to tell your sister about the girls you're in love with? See, that's where Enzo messed you up. All of us up," she corrected. "We're family. Who else would you talk about this with?"
Rosalie grimaced, and Elodie rolled her eyes.
"I don't need you to write poetry about them. I just wanna know why you like them." She narrowed her eyes. "So I can decide which ones I have to kill."
She delivered the sentence so deadpan that Rosalie paused, however much she knew it was a joke.
"I would prefer if you don't kill any of them," she said anyway, "regardless of what conclusions you come to."
"I'll take that under advisement."
This time, Rosalie was the one to roll her eyes.
"Seriously, gimme the juicy details!"
Rosalie wrinkled her nose but reluctantly obliged. She hardly had to think deeply about the answer; she knew why she liked Zoey, and—reluctantly—why she liked Delta too. Her affection for Maddy was less deep, but it was burgeoning, and Astrid, well, she'd only known Astrid a few days, so she wouldn't throw her into the mix yet. When Elodie had said 'two and a half girlfriends', Maddy had been the one who half counted.
"Zoey is … a breath of fresh air," Rosalie said, choosing the words carefully. "Someone completely removed from our lifestyle. It's surprising how much I appreciate that. Even now that she's adjusting to being a wayfarer, her personality hasn't changed in the slightest. She's kind, considerate, insightful. A gentle soul, for all that she's handling herself well in combat. Empathetic, too. Brash and impulsive in her own way, but not thoughtless. I feel like she always knows what I'm thinking. She … has always assumed the best out of me, too."
"And she's got great tits," Elodie said.
Rosalie looked at her reproachfully.
"Didn't mean to ruin the moment." By the shit-eating grin, she clearly had. Though it had also been intentional; breaking the tension, since she knew Rosalie struggled with talks like these. Elodie, too, was empathetic, strangely so for their upbringing. "Or are you annoyed because I shouldn't talk about your girlfriend like that?"
"I would rather you didn't remark on my girlfriend's breasts in any manner, yes."
"Well, I'm just calling the sky blue. Those things are incredible. Seriously, they're—"
"Elodie!"
"Right, right. Go ahead." She mimed zippering her mouth.
"Delta, on the other hand, is a lot like you," Rosalie said flatly.
Both sisters paused at that, and Rosalie grimaced at what she'd accidentally implied.
"There's similarities in your personalities, I mean. Generalizing. She's straightforward and impulsive, and acts according to her beliefs—which are principled. For all that she causes trouble, she's a good person at heart, and she's very … affectionate. Like Zoey, I always get the feeling that she … sees me. That's the biggest thing, with both of them. That I don't need to—" She struggled for how to put it.
"Put on an act?"
"No. Rather, that even if I try, they see through it. I don't know." Rosalie shrugged. "I haven't had to put it into words."
Elodie nodded, making Rosalie think she was actually taking this seriously for a moment, then she added, "And she's also got great tits. Two for two, in that department. You outdid yourself."
Rosalie swatted at her, but Elodie ducked out of the way with ease. She laughed as she fluidly returned to Rosalie's side.
"Nah, but really. It's bad to only care about the attraction factor, but that's an important part of a relationship. Sexual appeal. And, I mean, I only saw them when they were made out of goo, but still. Two big thumbs up." She laughed, clearly not finding the topic remotely as awkward as Rosalie—or more likely, purposefully venturing into this territory because it flustered Rosalie.
And it was working. Rosalie's cheeks burned. "I'm not sure if this is appropriate to talk about with you of all people, Elodie."
Elodie's eyes nearly disappeared into her skull. "How," she complained, "are you turning into a slime-girl and fucking two women at once, but you're still too prudish to talk about your girlfriends with your sister?"
"Because you're my sister," she hissed.
"And? It's just girl talk. It's not like I'm into them, these are just observations. You're the carpet muncher of the family."
"Elodie!"
Elodie laughed. "Though, they had extra equipment down there, too. Don't think I missed that. What's up with that? Part of the potion? Lets you change your body? I mean, I heard rumors about the tall one already, but—"
"We are not talking about this," Rosalie said.
Sensing that Rosalie meant it this time, Elodie eased off. "Fine, fine. But I do want to know how you did it. For, um, personal reasons?" For the first time, Elodie's own cheeks colored. "Potion? Other magic? An item? I've really gotta know."
"It was a potion."
"Sweet. Hook me up with your supplier." She coughed. "And no, I'm not kidding. I'd appreciate it."
Rosalie filed the request away and absolutely did not think about the implications of it.
"And the last one?" Elodie prompted.
"Maddy? Hm. We're not officially girlfriends yet."
"I know. But it's a maybe, I can tell."
"It's a maybe, yes."
"She's more of your girlfriend's girlfriend, right now?"
"Yes. And the two of them aren't official yet either. It could change, there's a lot I respect about Maddy. Just, I've interacted the least with her." Though those interactions had been pleasant. She fought a flush as she remembered having her head stuck between the girl's thighs.
Elodie bobbed her head in agreement. "Makes sense. Hmm. Oh. Enzo told me to ask about your advancement, he wouldn't tell me himself. What's up with that?"
Ah. This topic again. With Charlotte, it had been a much more uncomfortable reveal because of their rivalry. But there was no such antagonism between her and Elodie. Why would there be? Charlotte felt spurned for being passed over for heiress despite being Rosalie's elder; the one who should have been given the title. But Elodie had deliberately ceded that responsibility. Even her lesser responsibilities, for that matter.
Elodie was sixth advancement. At four years older than Rosalie—twenty-two years old—that made her an unprecedented prodigy. Again, her not being the family heiress was entirely for factors outside of her combat ability. It was possible she was more of a prodigy than Rosalie herself. Unfortunately, a concrete answer to that would be difficult to find, because while Rosalie was making a better pace through the ranks than Elodie, it was obviously thanks to Zoey's skills as much as personal talent.
"Probably because he wanted to keep it a surprise," Rosalie said. "It shocked him too. I arrived as fourth advancement."
Elodie tripped and face-planted into the grass.
Rosalie looked down at her disdainfully. Elodie had never once 'tripped over something'. She was a monster among monsters, a wayfaring prodigy not seen in generations—and was sixth advancement at twenty two years old. Nothing in the world was capable of making her lose her basic coordination.
So she was just doing it to be dramatic. She'd always been the odd one of the family.
"Get up, Elodie," Rosalie said patiently. "Before someone sees you."
Elodie gaped up at her from the ground, still sprawled out. "Fourth? In a few weeks? How is that possible?"
"I've already mentioned Zoey's skills."
Well, in generalities, not specifics. She guessed she hadn't explained the experience-boosting skill.
"They make you advance faster? That much faster?"
"Get up, Elodie. I realize you don't respect the family name, but you should still act with decorum in public." At least the garden was semi-private. Only staff would see them.
Elodie climbed to her feet and dusted herself off. "Agree to disagree. You take yourself too seriously." They smoothed past it easily; it was an old piece of friction between them, and not worth getting into here and now. "But seriously, the baby goddess makes you advance faster? That's insane."
"Indeed. It's a highly conditional skill, though, and involuntary on her part. She needs to bond with someone."
Even to Elodie, she wouldn't leak the true nature of how Zoey's Bonds worked. Because already, a skill that massively improved advancement speed put the world's largest target on Zoey's back. Few were poised as well to defend her as the d'Celestin family, but—it was best that only the bare, bare minimum number of people knew that secret, even in vague terms.
"Wow," Elodie said. "You're gonna catch up to me in no time, then, aren't you?"
There was a brief moment in which Rosalie worried wariness would creep into Elodie's voice, or jealousy, but rather than that—or even vague frustration—the taller girl lit up with a beaming smile.
"That means we'll be able to run a shard sooner than I thought! That's so cool!"
Elodie paused, then coughed.
"Er, a duo shard, the two of us, I mean. For funsies. I think I'll stay out of your—uh, orgy shards. Those are all yours."
"Please don't call them that."
"Do you, or do you not, have orgies inside them?"
"A threesome is not an orgy," Rosalie hissed, disbelieving she even had to say those words. "Or a foursome for that matter."
"And when there's five? Six?" Elodie arched an eyebrow, and Rosalie hated that there was some kernel of logic there.
"S-Shut up." She hastily picked up her stroll through the garden, forcing a laughing Elodie to jog after her—giving her a second to think about how to deflect from this awful topic. "Enough about me. What have you been up to?"
Comments
2MuchDiggity
Hahaha, Elodie is totally going into an orgy shard as soon as they make one. Maybe not with Rosalie, but she'll be first in line once it's there, and Delta will probably be the one to tip her off.
EN
One of my favorites in a while!
Sylvi
This part had me absolutely grinning like a madwoman. Loved their interaction.
shadowbadger
I think scientifically speaking the number of people depends on how the people involved pair up and swap. Like 2 groups of 3 people having sex in the same area, but no swapping I don't think counts. But have those same 6 people all involved with each other either in one large group or 2-3 groups with swapping I would say does count. 4+1 in a harem style situation I think would count as well. Orgiastic study is a fascinating branch of the social sciences.
Xev
"Elodie tripped and face-planted into the grass. Rosalie looked down at her disdainfully." Such an efficient delivery makes this even funnier 🤣 Elodie being excited to adventure with Rosalie is very cute 🥺 I'm very fond of her already and if she ends up a duplicitous character (which I doubt tbh) I might cry
Xev
I agree with this. Elodie being someone so trusted that Rosalie can share all of this is lovely. It would be really depressing if she had to keep parts of herself away from *everyone* in her life. Romantic stuff from her family, her family duties from her girlfriends, etc. that she has Elodie to confide in anything with full support is great
Cynical Pasta
The family dynamic is absolutely beautiful
Shurtugil
Yeah, that was a real sister talk. Loved it.
Bronson Bledsoe
Maybe, but it's nice that she has someone, especially family, that she does not need be careful about this with. Even if a large part of that is that Elodie kicked open the door.
Ian Kay
Man, her telling Elodie everything feels so... anticlimactic
