Ira smirked, turning around to open a drawer in her vanity, pulling dangling gold and emerald earrings, "Tristan. His name is Tristan." She sighed, closing the drawer, her hand running against the counter, gripping it, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Ori. I had Sybil make sure to keep an eye on him for me but-"
"You didn't want us to know yet. I get it, Sis." He chuckled nervously, lowering his hand, "Uhmm how…how serious are you two…?"
She stood still, her hand gripping the counter a little tighter, her head tilting to the side as she thought about how to answer. A part of her wanted to remind him that it really wasn't his business. However, what remained of her conscience told her that he was her little brother. Her little Ori.
The only piece left of her short-lived peaceful childhood.
She sighed, turning to look up at him, leaning against the vanity, "I know it may not have been long. However, we are very serious." Her eyes closed and she took a slow breath, thinking about Tristan's' deep blue eyes, how his fingers would caress her cheek before slowly moving down to massage her left shoulder. She smiled softly, her eyes opening as she turned to look up into her brother's caramel eyes, "I'd like to have him here. As part of my-our family. I think…" She chuckled, remembering the wound that Tristan had left on their 'guests' face; the carved out hole where an eye used to be, "He'd fit in."
Orsin eyes narrowed, and his lips curled down into a frown, "Sis…are you serious?"
Ira blinked, her smile fading, "…like I said, it hasn't been long." She stood up straight, turning to face the mirror, her fingers fidgeting with a loose curl, "We talked about how I would take care of him, so he doesn't have to worry about work, but I suppose I should broach the subject of the family with him first…"
Her large little brothers' lower lip trembled a bit, "Our family …it's not, you know, normal. I mean it's dangerous-"
"I'll protect him."
His lip twitched a little, hearing those words.
Those words motivated her.
Those words trapped him.
He grimaced looking that mutilated shoulder, the smell of copper and ash festering in his nostrils, screams echoing in his ears, "O-okay but…we're not exactly in legal-"
"Ori, I'm starting to get annoyed. Especially when you have Sybil in your life…" She was facing him, getting closer to him, sharp red eyes boring into his orange ones, "Tristan and I will talk about it."
"Sis, I…what about your temper?"
Those red eyes widened, her head tilting, "My temper?" The blaze began to light her eyes, her glare seeming to glow like a flame, "Excuse you?"
He flinched, backing up, "W-wha…what happens…if he makes you m-mad? I…uh relationships…are c-complicated a-and…I…I don't want him to get hurt-"
Her hand gripped the broad area between his neck and left shoulder, pressing down on that collarbone, "That…that really isn't fair. Is it, Ori?"
His eyes shifted to look at that hand gripping him, seeing those veins beginning to push up against her skin, "S-sis, I just…I want you to think about this-"
"About what, Ori? About the fact that my brother doesn't trust me? That my brother," her fingers dug into his skin through his shirt, "My baby brother, who I have done EVERYTHING for, doesn't want me to be happy?!"
He felt his eyes water. He tried to shut his eyelids together, fighting those tears, "Sis please…"
"Why the FUCK does everyone think I can't have him?! Why does everyone doubt me? AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE FOR YOU WHY DO YOU DOUBT ME?!"
The inferno blazed, the tension weighing on him as he started to feel his bone BEND, "Sis it's …it's starting to-"
"Why can't I have what you have, Ori?! Why can't I have love?! Do you think I'll fuck it up? Do you think that I would ruin this? Do you think I don't deserve him? After all of my sacrifices?! I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE HIM UP! I AM NOT GOING TO LET ANYONE STOP ME! I AM NOT-"
"SIS!" He finally cried out, his eyes opening as tears began to fall, "Sis…you're hurting me…"
Her voice was silenced, her eyes unfocused. She was frozen, looking at nothing, her hand trembling, "I…I don't want to be alone…"
Orsin looked down at her, his hand moving over hers, "…I want you to be happy Sis…I really do."
She blinked, looking to the side then up towards his hands over hers. She let out a shuddering gasp, pulling her hand back and diverting her eyes. She walked back towards the vanity, gritting her teeth as she hissed out, "Then don't question me!"
Her fist slammed down on the marble counter, breaking it apart, coffee spilling onto the soft carpet, the wooden vanity crumbling under the force, "Am. I. Clear?"
Orsin jumped back, the pain fading from his shoulder, but fear still clutching his heart, "Oh…okay, Sis. I'm sorry-"
"Get out."
He gulped, looking down to the ground before nodding, slowly walking out of the room and closing the door. He bit his lip, massaging his thick flesh, the soreness still reverberating. His hand moved to wipe the sweat off his forehead, before he whispered, "I'm sorry."
She was not one to apologize, so he had to apologize for her.
He had to apologize to her Tristan.
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