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SCREAMED at with puissance of a metal singer’s deep and loud howl was not a word nor a thought, rather the best depiction of the PAIN aluin felt. as one of his knee SHATTERED the other buckles now holding his weight. aluin takes a deep breath ; it hissing between his teeth as fangs came down to hold back a wail, digging down DEEP nearly meeting his other teeth, but he could not hold back the tears which bubble and weep.
stay calm—stay calm, he thought, knowing he was the one who dug himself in deep, but he did not think those words would bring him to his quick DEFEAT. vanden had said a thing or two about his sister, but as it was vanden, aluin thought it was mostly EXAGGERATION —- because the lords know the blanket vampire can be a bit of a drama queen. and now, aluin is left listening to the sounds of his healing knee.
the shadow lifts up a finger somewhat DRAMATICALLY as if he was threatening her with a dagger without the actual threat. the only thing to FEAR was a scratch his black fingernails more like claws.
❛ ——————— fuck. ❜ that it, NOTHING was added at first. just, fuck. it’s not like he can FIGHT her, as he had to think of his other knee. ❛ ——————— i can not believe you. not even a blink, you just KILLED my knee. ❜
She laughs, a small, mellifluous sound, a little girl’s giggle. When it comes to her, people don’t get it --- Vanden is the ‘good’ twin, she’s the ‘bad’ one. The violent one. The sadist. Ever, the borderline sociopath: always lashing out, never concerned with consequences ( because really, who could possibly do anything to her? ). And like the good sibling he is, Vanden tells people to be careful with her.
Especially not this kid. Wasn’t it bad enough that she managed to make his dad cry? Guess not. Maybe, she thinks, I should teach him something he’ll remember next time. Like the lasting sting of a slap, or the agony of a bone broken slowly.
No, nah, Vanden would hear about hit and lecture her to death about...being a good person, not fighting kids, blah blah blah something. Something meant to jar the moral compass. And then she would have to slap him for annoying her, and he would annoy her, and as easily as she can dish out pain, her brother shouldn’t be on the receiving end of it.
“You threatened me,” she says, as if shattering Aluin’s knee made them even ( it’s his fault anyway for antagonizing a pureblood, isn’t it? ). “I couldn’t just let that go. Did you think I would?”
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