Lately, I've been studying rhetoric in writing. Also lately, I've rewatched a few episodes of Evo and noticed some things. Here is the result.
Keep in mind, though, everything written in this story is written like that for a reason.
(By the way, I don't own X-Men Evolution. I always forget to mention that little detail).
The twins would sometimes debate (not to each other, never to each other) over which one of them was more like their father.
In their birth, their mother had withered away, leaving them nothing behind to use as a measuring stick, so they couldn't help but turn to their father, look for themselves in the stern line of his jaw (hers shaped her face into a strong study of straight lines) and the pallor of his skin (his echoed the olive tone, contrasting the pale sheen of his hair). No matter where they turned, their father was on their minds.
When the helmet lifted and his hair (white like his, styled like hers) and face (squared and strong like hers, narrow and dark like his) came into view, their own obsessions (begging for approval, longing for blood) bubbled up in them.
Even as children (when she was the one who cried, he the one who scowled) they searched his features at every chance they got, listened to the deep timbre of his voice (low and passionate like hers, easy and persuasive like his), contemplated his heartbroken (heartbreaking) detachment.
And when he sent one away (hair dark, skin pale, stature small) they never questioned why. When he sent away the other (tapered chin, voice reedy, limbs gangly) there was no one there to question it.
("You never cared about me. Only about yourself.")
They found him again (running and escaping from the past), and they continued comparing.
As they grew older, they defined themselves beyond his physical features. From afar, they watched him terrorize people (she was so wrathful and vindictive) or persuade him to join him (he was so manipulative and quick-witted) and they whispered to themselves that they were not like that, not at all (they were).
Silently, they accused their twin of the DNA sequences that pulled them towards him, and they hated each other for it (he cared only for power to make up for the moments that burned away, she wanted revenge for the needles that pricked invisible numbers into her arm).
To escape them – their hate for each other and their hate for him – he changed things.
Suddenly, she was blind any reason to hate olive toned skin and pale hair and narrow faces. She didn't know why she should hate such things, and any silent twin-speak between him and her was lost. He still saw the strong jaw and short hair cut and hated it. She had no reason to hate how he spoke so fast and could persuade so easily, but he still couldn't stand the low pitch of her voice and how quickly she lost temper.
Suddenly, the man that connected him and her separated her and him.
He and she were at a loss how to connect her and him back together again.
Great Evo story: Stupid School Project by MorriganFearn. Read it. Review it. Cherish it.