Sakura
A pair of prop-glasses generated on her face dangling on the tip of her nose, and she frowned. She couldn't deny she had reservations-she wasn't sure why she'd agreed to open up to him so readily. It was a decision she'd made in the heat of the moment, flowing directly from the stream of her consciousness, devoid from any logical decisions which she'd usually make.
She'd already said it, but she almost wanted to go back on it now. It was nerve-wracking, especially looking directly at Roman. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, throbbing in her chest with nausua building up in her gullet.
Still, backing off now would be majorly inelegant. She'd look like a fool, so she steeled her will and pushed on. "Yes, allow me to start at the beginning. We'll be here all day if I'm jumping around in this conversation from point to point." She wagged her finger at him for a moment before continuing on. "I was born as the second daughter to a family of mages known as the Tohsaka, hailing far away from the center of magical culture. They specialized in gem magecraft, storing magical energy within gemstones..."
As Sakura spoke, she thought back to those simpler times. She didn't remember much of them at all anymore. It was so long ago, and perhaps, she hadn't even wanted to remember those times. She couldn't really recall the face of her mother, only her soft smile.
It was a worthless smile. She'd been a weak woman, a woman whose only response to sending her own child halfway across the world to Finland had been that weak, detestable, sad smile. No complaints, only a quiet, calm goodbye at the airport, never to be seen again. She talked about her father, how he was an average man, a completely average mage whom viewed himself as a member of the upper crust. He'd been the one to make the decision to send her off. It'd been so she'd be taught magecraft which better suited her, to allow her to become a mage herself. She'd leaned back into the chair after recounting her broken memories, more for herself at this point than Roman, before she got into her sister.
Rin had been perfect-favored by their parents, able to cast magic from all five elements, top grade magical potential—she was the obvious choice to become the heir. Sakura stared longingly at her sister from behind the airport checkpoint, clutching tightly at the one keepsake she'd been given as she was lead away by a tall, dark-haired man. A small red ribbon, wrapped tightly around her clenched knuckles-it got fuzzy, after that. She couldn't remember the specifics anymore, but she recalled that Rin had called out to her, one last time...
Finally, Sakura stopped-for a while, she'd been rambling, spilling her guts out at what amounted to a complete stranger. She took a deep breath as she felt her heart racing, a cold sweat beading up at her brow. "Haah..."
