And It All Falls Down.

[Big Brother]

Puff.  Puff.  Drag.  Puff.  Puff.  Drag.  The orange embers at the end of the cigarette ate away at the paper and packed tobacco with a slow deliberateness.  The element, fire, had such a singular purpose, such a simple lifestyle; it came into being then sought to consume as much as it can, as fast as it can.  When it ran out of fuel it died.  Simple.  Still...something so simple could deliver such pain.

Hard gray eyes watched her form flit through the shadows cast by the day's dying light.  Graycia's face was lit up by the last moments of light, but very quickly her countenance was nothing but darkness and shadow.  It suited her, the bitch.  The remainder of the cigarette was snubbed out forcefully into his ashtray as his eyes narrowed into two thin, dangerous slits and remained locked onto his prey as she walked onwards.

"Come, dearest sister.  Come, innocent Isolde and meet your tragic Tristan.  May your sails be white as fresh snow, may you draw the lance and the poison from my battered form."


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The bell above the shop's door chimed out happily as Graycia entered and her bag sat on a table at the far end of the shop.  No doubt she thought this was a stroke of fortune for her, but if she wasn't mindful of her surroundings she would not even notice the denizen of the shadows that slipped over to the door and locked it behind her.  Unrelenting gray eyes followed her as she walked to her bag.  Geralt made his presence known with a simple flick of his wrist, the crystal clear sound of his metallic zippo lighter as it opened was like firing a gun in the silence of the shop.

A thin thumb pushed against the striker and a flame sprang to life, a flame that he used to light the cigarette in his mouth.

"Sister, dearest..."


His tone was that of a worried parent, but his eyes were hard enough to cut diamond as he began a slow, purposeful walk towards Graycia.  The dim, shitty lighting cast dancing shadows across his face as he moved closer and closer; his angular features caught the darkness and move it along his face in a fashion that only made him look more sinister, more depraved.

"You... left your bag."


Geralt's tone was still syrupy sweet as he reached for his little sister's bag.  Thin lips pulled back as he showed his teeth in what could be interpreted as a smile.  With a small nod of encouragement he offered the bag for Graycia to grab.

[CosmicAsh]

Gray wanted to scream, her whole body reacted to just being in the same room as him.Her heart beating fast as she saw the flicker of his lighter, she knew that lighter and it knew her.She watched him move closer, her silver hair reflecting light from his cigarette.She looked at  the bag and then to him, her hazel eyes like small flames of their own.Almost glowing in the now darkened store.She straightened up and locked eyes with him "Brother...Big Brother let me pass" she said slowly as she reached for her bag "I don't want trouble, i want to get along ...your my brother" she said cooly as she grasped a strap of her bag.She looked up into his cold gray eyes and she felt a pang in her heart, she looked at him...in pity.She stared at him he was handsome but visibly tormented, her other hand slowly slid over his cheek.She looked at him "Come join me....we can run away from our house have a new life,you can find someone to..to take care of you,please be free with me." she said in the quiet cold darkness, this was all about love wasn't it?He just needed someone to love and hold and twist

[Big Brother]

Like a viper he struck... she never saw it coming.  One hand busy holding the strap of her bag, the other busy caressing his face--hah, she never stood a chance.  The bag fell to the floor, forgotten, and he seized her wrist in a grip of icy iron; his other hand pulled back her garment to reveal the bare, yet unscarred flesh of her forearm.

"Run away, dearest sister?  Yes.  I do believe you would run away...from me!"

Fast hands pulled the cigarette from his mouth and, without a second thought, he used her soft, delicate skin to put it out... the smell of burnt flesh pervaded the air.  Nostrils flared, his eyes widened with excitement and his voice rose a few decibels to be heard over any potential screaming.

"You cannot run!  Not from me, you can't leave me alone again!"


He had blamed her, of course, when she went away to work for their step-father.  He blamed her for everything, but he also loved her wish his everything.  Even as his nether regions swelled and pulsed with satisfaction, his mind's eye recoiled ashamedly at what he had done, was still doing.  However, to stay strong he had to do this, he had to do this!  What would he do if she really left?

He could not let that happen.

[CosmicAsh]

Gray let out a little squeak as she felt her flesh sizzle and burn under the cigarettes embers.Her eyes teared up from the pain and from her brother's psychotic reaction, she gritted her teeth and glared up at him.She clenched her fist and let out a small moan of pain "I am going Geralt and you can come with me or you can stay trapped in that sick twisted house with no one there that cares.".Her knee was pressing against his thigh, she could feel something in his pants but she didn't know what it was.She pursed her lips and pressed her body against his she didn't blame him for his cruel actions,it was there family's fault.He was just a product of abuse and pain,he was the only sibling she ad ever had some sort of connection.Her head laying gently on his chest as small tears ran down her cheeks, landing on his suit.Her arm hurt like hell but maybe she could change him.


Her head pressed against his chest and her pelvis pressed against his, she didn't know what she was doing.

[Big Brother]

His dearest little sister... She who had undergone the same abuse as he, but still viewed the world from the perspective of one who walks the primrose path.  She who had weathered the abusive storm that was omnipresent in the Roin family.  Brothers and sisters who sought to see others writhe in pain--if only to ensure that they themselves were not put in the same position.  It was good to know her flesh burnt like anyone else.

"You... disgust me."


Even as he said this he felt his manhood burgeoning to unfathomable rigidity and her soft, feminine form pressed against the steel that was his frame in an undeniably attractive manner.  Perhaps she did this on purpose?  Revolting.  His hands snaked around her, but he did not step back.  One lighted upon the small of her back and forced her closer to him; the other took a vicious hold on her ass and he gave the firm, but pliant flesh several lewd, vigorous squeezes.

"You act as though the house is the one that is twisted.  Hah!"  His tone was derisive, taunting and as scalding as boiling water.  "We are all twisted, dearest sister.  Even you... your so-called purity wreaks of Roin."  A deathly stillness washed over him as soon as the words left his mouth and he might as well have been a statue for a few moments.

His face went blank as he released his hold on Graycia and turned his back to her, "Go, busy little bee.  Go and do what you must; I know you will return to me."  Deft hands retrieved another cigarette and lit it as he made his way towards the door.

She always came back...

[CosmicAsh]

Grey watched him leave her, her skin still burning.But not as much as her cheeks were, why did he do that!He was her brother why...why would her grab her in that way.She had never before been touched like that by a member of the opposite sex, she slowly picked up her bag and rubbed her arm a little.She waited till she saw him walk away to leave.Her face still beat red, she walked out of the store, her body quivering from the encounter.Her silver hair blew in the night wind.

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