May 9
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Something, something selfcest
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A sketch, I need to draw more of Belos
I just wanted to practice Belos annoyed a bit (with Hunter, obviously)
bite me
Oh brother, baby girl is all grown up and she's been waiting for you. Virtue doesn't attempt to be sexual because she doesn't need to, she knows that her brother will want her even if she is wearing a brown paper sack. He's covered with blood when he walks into their bedroom and she pouts at the mess, he grins pointing to the bath and she understands and she slides over to run them a bath. After it's run Tate climbs in with Virtue on top, her lips slide over his as he pushes inside of her. The warm water almost as good as a blanket as he thrusts into her, she feels him bite on her lip and giggles because no other girls can have him this way. Her breasts pushed against him as she bounces on top of him with quiet whimpers to match his strangled moans.
He's been fuming, her raven has been stalking around the house like a violent shadow casting darkness where ever he goes. He won't look at her since their fight, since she ran away from him and refused his embrace to take comfort in her other brothers. She watched him watch them like a rain cloud that threatens the people below, and she turned her head away thinking there was no forgiveness in her. She hasn't been to their bed, she hasn't even let him drive her to school and so he has stopped asking. even Constance has questioned what has happened between the two of them because there is such a sense of loss hanging in the air.
It takes a week before she can't stand it anymore, it's like a part of her has been ripped away and left a gaping hole where her brother should be. She finds it strange that Tate and Charlie don't feel the same way, but she realises that they do not love each other in the way that her and Tate love one another. It's around eight o clock at night when she sneaks out of her room and over the corridor. The ghost in the white dress slipping through the door of brother beloveds bedroom, she peers around the door and finds him seated on the end of his bed his head in his hands.
" Tate." She whispers and it's so soft that it is almost a breath, the devil looks up almost immediately and there is a touch of fear in his eyes and she wonders if he has mistaken her for one of the ghosts that torment him. Or even a stray angel come to try and sway him from him part in the noble war, of course the little sister doesn't know of his thoughts and she simply takes the action of moving towards him. She is careful about her movements because there has been so much anger between them. " I'm sorry brother." She says watching him.
He's on his feet then and before she knows it he's pinned her to the wall, little porcelian wrists in his grip as he holds her there. " You left me. You turned to him. You turned away from ME." He hisses in her ear crushing her soft skin between his grip and his black eyes glitter even in the darkness. The little sister shakes her head though she isn't sure what it is that she is denying, this seems to only anger the little psycho more. " How did he comfort you? Did you let him touch what is mine? YOU ARE MINE!" The angel trembles in his grasp, there is so much anger coming from the Boy King.
" No.. Tate please... I would never. I didn't.. he didn't. I just wanted a little comfort." She says bowing her head and trying not to cry and be a weak little girl in this moment. Her eyes are on him and the little implores him not to be angry not to believe that she would betray him. " I was just angry for a little while.. I wouldn't.. Wouldn't give him what I give to you." She's telling the truth, really she is boy do not turn from her now.
" You would trust him over me. Turn away from me. When I have told you again and again who it is that you belong to." He hisses but his lips are so close to her skin that it is almost a kiss, and so carefully she moves her hand and he lets it go from his grasp. His hand moves to her waist his thumb rubbing harshly against her side, she clasps at his hair holding him close. Dainty hand gripping strands of blonde curls.You and me always.
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"YOU RUINED IT."
Oh devil boy don't you see you've broken her heart you've broken the dream? Oh the little angelic one thought there was only her, she thought she was the only one who's thighs you brushed your hand along. She thought she owned your kisses and your soft words the way that you owned hers. But no, the pretty illusion is shattered and she's kneeling in the broken fragments slicing herself to pieces. White wings soaked with her sense of loss, you have stolen her innocence truly now. No more fairy tales, you can't be her golden knight anymore. Not now she's seen the girl in the short skirt naked in your bed, the flesh meeting flesh. Oh, oh. She thought you would wait, she thought you would wait for her.
There are tears dripping down porcelain skin, little angel is weeping because baby sister honestly and truly believed in you. She believed that your love was pure and different, but now she's left looking at the boy who's golden crown seems like something dirty now. She see's the corruption that she had always denied it and defended you brother. But now she wants to throw the white powder you treasure in your face, she kept your secrets and you have betrayed her. She can't even look at you, other girls in the bed that's always been for you and her. Always. Ours. It was supposed to be you and me always. But it's all ruined now. All in pieces.
Sometimes I wonder if it was all my fault.
If it was what we did that made him this way.
Sometimes I think everything was because of me, his pain, Charlie's pain.
Maybe I'm the family curse.
Maybe they should tell me go away.
virtue what's your favourite thing about your brother?
My favourite thing about my brother is the way he is when he is truly interested in something, like when Nirvana comes on the radio and he's focused on singing along to the lyrics. He has this smile that only crosses his lips when he really cares, when he's got something of mine that he's stolen and he's keeping away from me. When we get in the car to go for a drive, something that ties all the moments that matter together