Post by SOPHIA CHEVALIER on Sept 4, 2015 15:34:25 GMT
Sophia "Eduard" Chevalier
AGE: 15
GROUP: French Citizen and Toy Soldier
You used to be a twin.
What do you call yourself if your twin dies? You used to be a twin and you aren't anymore. You're one half of a whole, and your other half is missing, a gaping, aching wound where a person used to be. You go through the motions, you walk and you talk and you breathe, but it's not the same, it can't be the same, it will never be the same.
Your brother was the best person you knew. Bright, easy with a smile, he had a way of putting people at ease without even trying, and he dreamed. He dreamed about France being great, he dreamed about things being more equal between the classes, he dreamed. You have never had any such dreams, being content to live your life however you needed to live it, so long as Eduard was by your side, Eduard, your brother, your twin, your best friend and confidant, the other half of your whole, the best part of you.
Dreaming is gone, and so is contentment. That died with Eduard.
You don't know how to be Sophia without Eduard, so you decided to be Eduard instead. He was the better of the two of you, after all. He was the one with dreams and he was part of a bigger thing than you could ever hope to be a part of, helping the king with his plan, so you cut your hair and slipped into his clothes, his name, his person, and you never looked back because it was bad enough that Eduard was dead, you couldn't let his dreams and goals die, too. You couldn't. Better for people to forget Sophia Chevalier than Eduard Chevalier, he was too big and too important and you couldn't let that die. It had meant too much to him, and it meant more to you than anything else ever would after his death.
The only reason you've been able to pull of the switch as well as you have is because your parents went off to England and left the two of you in France together because Eduard refused to leave his friends and you refused to leave Eduard. Your parents would see through this frighteningly easily, but by the time they received word of Sophia's death, the funeral had already happened and you refused to go to England with them, sending them a letter instead saying that you would stay where you were, thank you very much, and they could stay where they were because you were fine. You weren't fine, and they knew it, but they respected your wishes.
Eduard wasn't the only one that died. Sophia was also a casualty of that day. You've gone on, you're walking and talking and breathing, but every breath is profanity because you shouldn't be doing it alone.
You used to be a twin. Now... you don't know what you are.
Your Alias: Kinsey
Age: 29
Gender: Genderqueer, use any pronouns you wish to use because I will answer to any and all of them.
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