#uzaiya

The fresh bandages are laid out on the counter, and the older brother turns on the faucet to run his hands under. It’s too quiet in the new penthouse, and a glance over his shoulder brings reassurance to the cause of the silence.

The Princess Bride Meme

Searing coffee drenches down the button down shirt, and her mouth opens in a pained gasp. The hot mug is immediately slammed on the counter with a clutter and a beige puddle pools below.  What. The. Fuck. Who fucking left the rug  bunched up in neat freak’s kitchen? Who fucking dared?

Her teeth clench in a mild growl while her smooth hands work at the white buttons, revealing tanned skin; glossy and wet. This would be well and fine to partly flash an absent room had their not been a crow perched further in.

Devil eyes always staring, always observing.

Unnoticed by her, Marie’s index finger brushes over the bump of pink irritated flesh. It’s a small wound, and it stings at the touch but she’ll live quite obviously. A moment of french curses slipping out–then the bastard speaks.

And Marie spins the other direction, stalking in the kitchen in a start.  “Oh you’re so full of it.”

He strolls into their shared home. A man who does not technically exist, but in another existence; he’s almost infamous. He shrugs off a fur coat which does not belong to him and allows his voice to chime clear as he hangs it up.