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“ Wouldn’t be  WISE  mona. “     skittish words bear a threat.  Although arms tighten around her to keep her body from slipping free, he doesn’t appear to struggle as he grips her.  His expression remains as stoic, his stare to the floor as hard as ever.  A huff makes it past just parted lips as his stare rolls onto her, eyes twitch and his brow furrows as sharp nails are plunged into pale flesh.  Ben would respond had he the chance to do so, but instead he rolls half lidded eyes and releases another slow sigh through his nose;  he’s satisfied with the  ‘ statement ‘  he has made.

Another laugh, and he stands, lips pressed together as he fights to cast his idiotic grin aside.     “ Watch out for my little sister, friend. “

“ –––––then TELL me to do so, mona ! “     his voice comes as a whine, his sickly pale brow furrows as he stares to the floor; dusty and neglected.  Though he seems disinterested in her company he clings to her, forbidding her freedom with a vice-like grip.     “ It’s to your taste... I don’t SHARE it. But–––––– “     then came a nervous laugh, not so uncommon when spat from his mouth,     “ ––––––but it’ll do I–I suppose. “

boo

little notice to say I’m probably going to be really quiet  ( potentially not here )  for a few days.  I’ve got my first drafts of a couple of big essays due monday  &  I’m meeting up with two people in my group to discuss our research for them today.  and I’ve got a few other things that need to get done for next week too.  I’ll be on when I can, but right now I really need to concentrate on this work <3

BEN. panic is causing her blood to run both hot and cold, pounding through her veins as heart hits against her ribcage. her brother was gone. there one minute, gone the next. mona now bolts through the streets, wincing as she tries her best to ignore the slash along her pale left arm. blood drips. she doesn’t care. sweat drips. she doesn’t care. her throat aches, she tastes rust, she’s wheezing. where is her breath? she is not sure. she is only sure of one thing: she must find her brother. though ben is perfectly abled to hold himself alone on purge night, mona worries. if he died she’d – she’d – she’d die. top herself? hand herself in? hand herself over – to some of the more bloodthirsty purgers?  blood stained fingers quickly grab a lamp-post, gulping in air, right hand pressing to her chest. she still tastes rust, her mouth is pooling with drool as her body tries desperately to recover from the running. but she can’t rest for long. she must find her – brother. he’s lost. gone. taken. gone – gone – GONE!! MONA TAKES FLIGHT AGAIN, boots hitting the ground hard as she pummels to the left now, tears cutting through otherwise pristine makeup. THERE!! the hearse they drive up ahead. crashed! CRASHED?! no. no no no no. she tears her way over, coughing as she grips the door handle. her body aches already. blue eyes cast through the window to smile at her brother. BUT NO BROTHER. a small, strangled yell comes from her, starting to sob. her knees collapse, falling against concrete with a guttural wail, head tipping back. the purge was not yet over. her breath had not yet caught. he could be anywhere and in any state.. she contemplates this, hunched over on the cold ground and hidden behind the car so as anyone passage would see the crash and not the wreckage gasping for air behind it. minutes pass, maybe ten, maybe fifty two, maybe thirty six.. she is not sure.  the next thing mona knows, as her breath catches up to her, is a strong hand wrapping around her upper arm. a SCREAM now and the hand squeezes the cut flesh, her throat is hoarse. nevertheless, she begins to fight her attacker, right fist going for a hook but not expecting her attacker to second guess the movement. she looks up, quivering. ben stares at her, lips pressed tightly together as his own chest rises and falls, “ i thought you were – “ they speak in unison. neither can finish their sentence.

STARTER CALL  for when I’m back home tomorrow afternoon  ( until I go out again )  !!

@bloodbaptised

A huff signals his defeat, he must agree lest she pout until dark came.     “ Then why  ASK  mona ? “     he complains, whining like a stubborn child.  Eyes roll when he tips his head back against the frame of the chair, lips pursed as he chews upon his tongue.  He holds his sister tight, noting her huff as he matches it with his own.     “ It’s practical... it’s nice. “

“ It’s where I  WANT  it. “     he breathes, dragging his stare to the floor where shoes twitch beneath him.  He can see her in the corner of his eye, and Ben emits a strangled whimper as the silver is drawn from the leather.     “ PLEASE––––– please put it back.  It was happy there ! “