Enzo
Oh, he'll remember that. Some ammunition is better stored for later though, like putting a pot to simmer. Enzo just won't think about how long that might be - her problem, not his, she's the one who survived duh. Emboldened by her withering glare, Enzo straightens with a serpentine smirk and reaches for one of the petals on her dress with a slow, threatening motion complete with mimed pinching. "So what I'm hearing is he won't blame me. I'm coming up all aces in this scenario sis - nobody's going to slap the dead boy's wrist when he's only back for one night," he simpers at the end, affecting puppy eyes even as he flicks at one of the flowers threateningly.
Ugh, but she's so good at distracting him, damn her. His fingers take hold of her bare shoulder with a boyish gasp that is torn to shreds by the teeth bared in his feverish grin. "And alligators! Then we can hire maids in cute outfits to feed them when people don't piss us off often enough to keep them fed." Like a personal gladiator arena, because Enzo would rather just see their haters ragdolled by vicious beasts than forced into pea-soup upholstery dungeons to go mad or starve. Though he's not sure which is worse between their ideas.
The sting of her flick shatters his sharp grin into a vicious pout, and he licks her palm grossly before releasing her wrist to exact revenge. "Are you calling me fat? If you can't carry me over the threshold at my perfectly svelte size then you shouldn't be making promises you can't keep, madame." Perhaps they could force Torchers into carrying them both over the threshold at once. Wouldn't that be a more fun use of her unchecked power?
Dictator inclinations aside, Enzo is easily swept into the well-practiced rhythm of gossiping with his twin, ears perking at the disparaging tone that emerges. And against their brother no less - a prime target. "Wait, it floats now? He'd sorta died before finding out about that one, and people aren't exactly prioritizing geographical changes when he gets a day to visit. "That's so pretentious - so no surprise he's into it - tell me more." Jade green eyes shine as he leans into her, their melding silhouettes a caricature of conspiratorial souls that had never really learned how to live split apart. Tonight, for a few hours more, they don't have to.
Someday soon they may never have to again.
- Fin
Ugh, but she's so good at distracting him, damn her. His fingers take hold of her bare shoulder with a boyish gasp that is torn to shreds by the teeth bared in his feverish grin. "And alligators! Then we can hire maids in cute outfits to feed them when people don't piss us off often enough to keep them fed." Like a personal gladiator arena, because Enzo would rather just see their haters ragdolled by vicious beasts than forced into pea-soup upholstery dungeons to go mad or starve. Though he's not sure which is worse between their ideas.
The sting of her flick shatters his sharp grin into a vicious pout, and he licks her palm grossly before releasing her wrist to exact revenge. "Are you calling me fat? If you can't carry me over the threshold at my perfectly svelte size then you shouldn't be making promises you can't keep, madame." Perhaps they could force Torchers into carrying them both over the threshold at once. Wouldn't that be a more fun use of her unchecked power?
Dictator inclinations aside, Enzo is easily swept into the well-practiced rhythm of gossiping with his twin, ears perking at the disparaging tone that emerges. And against their brother no less - a prime target. "Wait, it floats now? He'd sorta died before finding out about that one, and people aren't exactly prioritizing geographical changes when he gets a day to visit. "That's so pretentious - so no surprise he's into it - tell me more." Jade green eyes shine as he leans into her, their melding silhouettes a caricature of conspiratorial souls that had never really learned how to live split apart. Tonight, for a few hours more, they don't have to.
Someday soon they may never have to again.
- Fin
whether death or distance comes between
there comes a time when everybody leaves
there comes a time when everybody leaves
