#preporations

Alecto leaned her hands on the mirror, her long curls falling around her pale shoulders as her brother worked the stings of her corset. Ever since they were young Alecto and enjoyed wearing them, and Amycus had liked weaving the laces into place for her. Over the years it had become a tradition, one that she always looked forward to and was the object of consideration during many a sleepless night. The feeling of his hands brushing her skin just a bit too long, touching her in ways she was sure he shouldn't but seemed so innocent, especially compared to what she knew he was capable of, to what she wished he did with her.

"It's just for play Amycus, come on. You know I'll not be finding my true love there, it's ridiculous. But it's a lovely hunting ground, and one which we can both use freely." Her voice was slightly breathless as he yanked the ribbons once again.