VAGITARIAN.

I don't think you'll ever check this again, but congrats anon you made me cry!

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without even realizing it she sighs, eyes halting on the line of the book pressed to her lap. she could ignore him and hope that he would leave but she figures if she does that he’ll let himself in one way or another. what fury will she deal with then? what god forsaken situation will she find herself in if she strikes his ire so early? the alternative is letting him into her home, her safe space, when she doesn’t want to see him at all. perhaps if she does that he’ll leave sooner – give her the peace she so desperately desires. 

the idea of the calm is what has her carefully pressing a bookmark into the pages and leaving it face up on the couch – skirt carefully swishing against her ankles as she moves to the doorway. deep breath, you’ve performed in front of thousands but this is frightening? appropriately chastised she carefully opens the door and plasters something of a small smile on her face, as if she’s not bothered by the company. “you could have called first, saint.” she mumbles, stepping aside to let him into the interior of her house. 

he’s almost surprised when she finally opens the door, and he stumbles inside. he takes a quick glance at her home-- her space he’s never disturbed. yet. “ this place fucking sucks, you sure you like this? ” he’s not even looking at her, but he sure hopes she is at him. “ you really gonna make your brother call? ” he finally scoffs and turns towards her with furrowed eyebrows. “ it’s just me clara. there’s nothing to be afraid of. ” his voice is dipped in honey; teasing tone laced around the softness of his words. he almost wants to laugh, but instead pulls her in to drop a heavy peck on her forehead. “ it’s just me. ” he emphasizes, his eyes staring directly into hers.

“ but anyway! “ saint detaches himself from her before stomping towards her living room and plopping down on the couch. “ life’s been pretty bad since you left. ” he wanted to say a lot more, but instead contents himself on throwing the stack of paper he held on so tightly on the floor-- not that it mattered really. he wasn’t exactly sure how he wanted to tackle the...topic. sure, he’d probably never convince her to come back home, but he could at least guilt her. maybe make her cry. kinda like he did when she left. sigh, wasn’t it so hard living with a heartless sibling? clara being the heartless bitch, of course. “ mama’s been crying almost every day. “ false. “ and papa..well, you know him. he doesn’t show it, but i know he misses you. ” false again. he’s glancing at her as he speaks, but most of the time he’s just staring at his own fiddling hands. she’d know he’s lying if she saw his eyes. fuck. “ you’re not gonna offer me anything to eat? or heck-- drink? goddamn clara, thanks for letting me know you fucking hate me. ”

he takes a deep breath. gosh, it was so hard for him not to delve into inappropriate jokes, but he was already getting bored of his emotional soliloquy. “ i’ve been wanking off in your room, but it’s honestly not the same without you. ” he finally lets out a hearty laugh, like a 16-year old giggling at a fart joke. “ just kidding! ” (he wasn’t) “ wouldn’t do that without you around. ” saint sends her an overly exaggerated wink before lifting his feet on her couch and laying down just a little-- shoes on and all. “ i still can’t believe you left me to come live in this garbage place. ”

STACY’S MOM HAS GOT IT GOING ON, ( like this post to plot!!! ) SHE’S ALL I WANT AND I’VE WAITED FOR SO LONG, ( plots will be 18+ / nsfw / pre-est / dark ) STACY CAN’T YOU SEE? ( i’ll even write us the starter!! )

“ mom, dad...i wish i was fucking a porn star right about now. ” a few words to avert your parents’ attention for at least a few hours. saint perfected the method-- not that this was the worst thing he’d say to them, but it’s not like he was going to murder someone; he didn’t need them to ignore him for days. the cherry-on-top was his wanking motion before he went and locked himself in his room. 

oh, but not before he halted in front of his sister’s room. leaning against the doorframe, his eyes scan the emptiness of the place. sometimes he wondered why she decided to leave-- he couldn’t, for the life of him, guess what made her move out. “ whatever. ” he sounded like an angsty fourteen-year old. “ good fucking riddance. ” and he drags his feet to his own abode.

it would be a lie to say that saint went on to live his life without his own sister in it. he was devastated, to say the least. or, well, more like frustrated. leaving him in this shit hole of a home, never contacting him and just forgetting about him? the worst sibling award was obviously hers, no questions asked! there he was, too distracted to jerk off, to call the phone sex line, or even spy on that pretty pretty neighbour of his who always got undressed at the window. he had to get over this aching feeling, and he had to do that quick before it consumed him; he couldn’t let his sister win after all.

and that’s how, after a few hours of showering (multiple times), brushing his teeth (multiple times), changing clothes (multiple times), jerking off (just once), and getting angry at the taxi driver (three times), he found his way to the front of his sister’s new home. it was cute-- but tacky. he hated it. saint didn’t even hesitate before punching his finger on her buzzer many, many times. he was carrying with him a stack of paper, tightly held in one hand. it was nothing too important, sheets upon sheets of musical scores with notes scribbled all over them. they looked very old; he ( definitely ) dug them out of a recycling bin.

“ clara? clara, it’s me! ” he glued his mouth on the corner of her door, his voice booming through it. “ you forgot something back home. open up, c’moooon. ” he was already sounding so much whinier. his hand rattled the doorknob a few times-- “ clara, i-i’m not leaving. ” he wanted to give her the chance to open the door by herself; be the one inviting him in, not the other way around. after all, he was a good younger brother... he was patient, he could wait. “ don’t be a bitch clara. ” maybe not.

STACY’S MOM HAS GOT IT GOING ON, ( like this post to plot!!! ) SHE’S ALL I WANT AND I’VE WAITED FOR SO LONG, ( plots will be 18+ / nsfw / pre-est / dark ) STACY CAN’T YOU SEE? ( i’ll even write us the starter!! )