It was an unusual sound that came from Iras' room. A sound that Orsin hadn't heard in many years.
He leaned next to the French doors, his eyes closed as he listened to the nostalgic sound of his sister singing.
He had overheard the argument earlier while cleaning Sybil's room. He bit his lower lip, having caught a word he didn't expect to hear from his sisters' lips like he didn't expect to listen to her alto voice singing a melody. The song she was singing belonged under that umbrella of the word she let escape her lips.
It was a love song.
"You came along to claim it. I didn't know just what was wrong with me till your kiss helped me name it…"
The trepidation he felt also came with joy. He smiled, gripping the cup of coffee he got for her. Whoever this guy was, he made his sister happy.
Her voice grew louder, her low voice becoming higher, reaching the heights of that song. "You make me feel! You make me feel! You make me like a natural woman…"
This mystery man made her human.
His smile faded as he gazed down at the mug. This mystery man made his sister sing, but what would she do to him? Could this man tell that something was perpetually burning inside of her, simmering underneath the surface?
His brow furrowed, his orange eyes closing as he sighed, turning to face the door. He took a deep breath and knocked, frowning slightly as the song stopped.
There was a bit of fumbling, and a few quick steps before one of the doors opened, and Ira peeked out, her cheeks slightly red. Her eyes went wide seeing him, and she cleared her throat, standing up straight, looking away from him with a slight pout, "You-you didn't hear anything."
Orsin closed his mouth firmly, shaking his head as his lips shuddered, his shoulders staying tense, "Uh..err....yup, Sis, I didn't hear anything."
Ira's eyes narrowed, "You're a crappy liar, Ori." She looked to the side, lifting her left shoulder to try and hide her face.
Orsin bit his lip, holding out the cup to her, "I think you asked for coffee with whiskey Sis. Y-you shouldn't drink before heading out."
She took the cup, taking in the smell with a sigh, "Caffeine to keep my focus, whiskey to calm my nerves." She took a long and heavy sip, letting out a happy coo. She walked back into the room, tilting her head to motion him in, "We're going to a show tonight. I can't remember what we are going to see, but…"
"Your date is excited?"
She paused, smiling and nodding, "Yes! He is excited. Dammit, I guess he's not so much of a secret anymore." She moved to the large marble topped baroque vanity, past the large bed in the center. She looked into the mirror, setting the cup on the counter before leaning in close; making sure her the winged black eyeliner and gold eye shadow matched her red eyes. She nodded to her reflection before sighing as she looked down to her phone, eying a particularly lovely hairstyle, "Ori, I do need your help with something."
Orsin blinked, walking inside. He had zoned out for a few moments, trying to think of the words he wanted to say to her. He gave a little smile, moving next to her to look down at her phone, "Need help with your hair, Sis?"
She nodded; her lips pressed together, her brow furrowed as her shoulders hunched up towards her mid-neck after she sat down in the burgundy and cream upholstered chair. She was feeling vulnerable, somewhat helpless.
Orsin looked closer at the photo, scooping those thick wild curls with one hand and picking up a few pins with his free hand. This was comfortable for him; he often spent time brushing and pulling up Sybils thin, straight hair, and while Ira's was the exact opposite, he often did this for her when they were kids, tying up her thick locks and hiding them underneath an ash and blood cover cap.
He shook his head, trying to shake away that memory, sticking the pins between his lips to free his hand for a brush.
They stood there in comfortable silence, Ira's eyes closed as he pulled up her fiery hair, placing one pin after another to hold those voluminous curls up. He took the gold and red rose patterned scarf from behind the vanity chair, wrapping her hair up further. He heard her chuckle, watching him work in the mirror as she took a few more sips of whiskey and coffee drink. She lifted her head up to make it easier for him to tie a bow in the front with the scarf. When he was finished, he moved his hands to her shoulders, patting them gently, "What do you think?"
Ira grinned brightly, turning her head side to side, watching the loose orange curls frame her face, "You were always so good at this. Thank you." She stood up and spun around to show off her attire for the evening, "How do I look?"
She was wearing a red low cut dress with golden embroidery that accentuated her abundant bust. At her waist was a black sash, complimenting the vibrant red and gold colors of her dress while emphasizing her figure. The dress had one sleeve covering her muscular right arm, while her left shoulder was exposed. It hugged her figure, showing off her well-earned muscles and curves, enhancing her fiery confidence.
Orsin gave a soft smile, one hand moving to rub the back of his head, "You really put in a lot of effort. You must really like this guy…this…uhh…" He gave a nervous laugh, trying to broach the subject, "Uh…"
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