Slow long strides he had taken towards the familiar demon— No, a past version of said demon. Cloth floating behind him with remains of ashes and the faintest of smoke, edges with the so mocked fur of his coat. Tail swishing from side to side, a faint flame follows each of its movements. Sparks flying with each step, till he came to a stop right before her.
Boy, was she annoying.
"If by that ye mean th’one ye mocked earlier without thinkin’, yeah, that’s me. Ya sure are braver than I remember, cockroach. Last time I saw ya, ye were with yer tail ‘tween yer legs, runnin’ off t’yer big brother. Ye sure ya in th’right position t’let yer mouth loose?“
A click of the tongue. “Wanna end up like yer daddy?”
&&. though it is abject fear that runs cold down her back, she does not run. short, sharp, intake of breath is taken in expression of anger and whereas she does not step forward to confront him as he strides forth to meet her, her brow creases into a scowl and petite hands are quickly balled into tight fists, bone-like nails digging into layers of ruby scales underneath.
she breathes in and all she smells is smoke, thick and acrid and burning down the back of her throat. it fills her, fills the fear, and so she manages to hold her ground when he meets her. parasol clutched tight in one clawed hand, she raises a long-nailed finger to her lips in a show of thoughtfulness, bright eyes losing their shock and slowly blinking open.
“ twash remains so, r i g h t ? if i have a brother i may as well make use of it. hmph. i–if you’re so angry to be ’ mocked ’, you should wear something that doesn’t make you look soooo d–dumb.”
she doesn’t understand his next statement, but it is amusement that flows from serpentine tongue, and almost reflexively she snarls, taking another step back.
“ what’re you t–talking about ? i should call daddy for this. goaway.”
&&.flame sweeps the barren ground in great waves of crimson light, knocking her off her feet and to pyres of forgotten corpses, their stench filling the air and the smoke and their kingdom itself. eyes, just moments before narrowed and mocking, widen in shock and then fear, for the eyes that glare so hatefully, bespectacled and smoking, are no longer familiar—
this is the so-called doppelgänger that her comrade had spoken of. she, a mere child, has mocked a DEITY, and that simple fact makes her hair stand on end. but whereas he is of inferno itself, he is still a FAKE, and so rather than cowering, she manages to speak the first thing that comes to mind regarding her conversation just hours before.
“Heh, beats me. Maybe it’s ‘cause he was the only one that liked singin’ with me, Poemi.“ He accusing her of ignoring his musical needs, now. "See, that’s where we’re different. I don’t have time to make it ‘fun’. I just get it over with and move onto the next one.”
”Psht– that’s pretty easy to solve, you know. Singing isn’t that great. An’ you were never all that good at it ! “
despite her own troubles in the past, she’ll never stop comparing his hobbies to those expected of his heritage – and gender, if one squinted. good luck, vendetto. it should be expected, really – even after all this time, she still can’t be bothered to to properly refer to him by the name he had chosen.
” Sounds boring. Get a different job !’s not like you’re bein’ forced to be so prompt. “
“Never said you were. But, sheesh, I didn’t mean it like that—!! What Emalf does is…fuck, what he does is somethin’ I can’t even begin to think about. But I meant…makin’ your enemies cry, and watchin’ ‘em beg a lil’ before you finish ‘em off, you know? Torture or somethin’.”
“ Makes you wonder why you still hang out with him, doesn’t it ? An’ they don’t have to cry. Sometimes they cry so hard they forget that you’re playing with them in the first place. It’s shuper rude ! Not good at all ! And finishing ‘em off is boring. ’s much better to start eating when they can still see you. It's funner. ”
“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do. What, don’t tell me you make them cry on accident. That’s pathetic!”
” Oi ! I'm not pathetic ! An’ that’s not what you’re s'pposed to do at all ! You’re supposed to do whatever, and ignore if they cry or not ! Jeez, don’t tell me you’re starting to go after Emalf now. Did'ja know he likes watching his girlfriends cry ? He likes it a lot. It’s gross ! You’re gross ! “
☠ ——-{ ” Oh Poes, you’re being over dramatic. ” We all know Ivlis wouldn’t blow him up, maybe curse him to the ends of hell and back… Rieta on the other hand… }
“ I’m not being dramatic ! Not at all ! And don’t call me that ! You know it’s not my name. ”
she begins to half-heartedly swat at her brother’s arm, huffing all the while, though making no further comment on rieta. she knows no one in their world would dare joke around when it came to rieta, mostly because she was perfectly capable of doing exactly what the rumours said.
☠ ——-{ ” Guess jus’ gonna have to deal with that when he finds out, aren’t we? ” And he continues, because no old man’s gonna weight him down. }
“…Hmph, whatever. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when he blows you up. Just leave my room alone, ‘kay ? And Rieta’ll crush you if you mess up her window again.”
