Enzo
Enzo snaps his teeth in skeleton-grin play at the hissed reprimand. If Flora thinks she can get away with murder then Enzo thinks even more highly of himself; it’s his twin’s bar, his mom’s engagement, and he’s literally already dead. She won’t need an Attuned bond to hear the loud raspberry he mentally blows when he steals the “surprise!” thunder from everyone.
She might not hear the record scratch of confusion as her gushing precedes the big moment, dazing him with her brilliant smile as he tries to wrap his head around not one but two active confessions of love.
How much time has passed? Wasn’t she just broken hearted over some other impotent failure of a man? Gods, Enzo needs to find a way to vet these cretins from the grave. Or maybe just help them cross over like the kind soul he is.
Murder isn’t very thematically appropriate for an engagement, but luckily nobody has to know - and his mom still says yes, so. Melita and her raucous cheering is met in kind as Enzo tilts his head back and whoops and howls - and since she’s cute too he throws a wink over his shoulder in appreciation too as Flora drags him headlong toward their mom. Laughing boisterously, he grabs both women in his long arms and squeezes hard, shaking them like an over-eager dog. “Three dads! Three dads! Three dads!” Enzo chants. Because he’s a shit like that. And because he desperately wants to talk to Flora (sorry new dad, brb) he frees a hand and waves toward the crowd and declares, “Drinks! Let’s party!” That will surely distract the new lovebirds while he tries to make the best use of the sand in his hourglass to interrogate his sister.
She might not hear the record scratch of confusion as her gushing precedes the big moment, dazing him with her brilliant smile as he tries to wrap his head around not one but two active confessions of love.
How much time has passed? Wasn’t she just broken hearted over some other impotent failure of a man? Gods, Enzo needs to find a way to vet these cretins from the grave. Or maybe just help them cross over like the kind soul he is.
Murder isn’t very thematically appropriate for an engagement, but luckily nobody has to know - and his mom still says yes, so. Melita and her raucous cheering is met in kind as Enzo tilts his head back and whoops and howls - and since she’s cute too he throws a wink over his shoulder in appreciation too as Flora drags him headlong toward their mom. Laughing boisterously, he grabs both women in his long arms and squeezes hard, shaking them like an over-eager dog. “Three dads! Three dads! Three dads!” Enzo chants. Because he’s a shit like that. And because he desperately wants to talk to Flora (sorry new dad, brb) he frees a hand and waves toward the crowd and declares, “Drinks! Let’s party!” That will surely distract the new lovebirds while he tries to make the best use of the sand in his hourglass to interrogate his sister.
you'll play the artist and I'll play the thief
'til I just let you down
'til I just let you down
