younger sister

and the youngest child is often an enigma, simultaneously loved and envied. For he or she receives much attention and doting, though it is their siblings who are pushed to succeed.

[lacharani]

   "Shut up Marisol,“ she says abruptly, releasing her sister and returning to the pile of gifts she’d brought along with her. "The only other place you can go is mami’s and I’m not that grumpy. Not today.” Because Noah was coming home today, and that meant she was going to get some tonight. They might need Solita to watch Tsura anyway.

[minimaxignis-blog]

   Marisol grins, giving her sister a kiss on the cheek. “Gracias Kizzy.” Then she pulls out another specific bag, handing it to her. “Open this one next, while Tsura’s in the other room.” The pretty lingerie had practically launched its self at her, screaming out that her sister needed it. Solita wasn’t one to argue with beautiful clothes.

[lacharani]

   And there it was. Kizzy rolls her eyes as she sits beside her, big sister instinct having her wrapping Marisol up in her arms. She squeezes with an exaggerated sigh. "She’ll be back first thing after school tomorrow and you know it. A normal mom would take the day to watch TV and drink wine all day.”

[minimaxignis-blog]

   “You know I don’t like being alone, and the house feels empty when she’s not there.” Marisol leans into the hug, closing her eyes and sighing. “Can I just stay here? For the afternoon. I’ll even... help with the dishes?” Her least favorite chore and Kizzy knows it.

[lacharani]

     Kizzy watches her daughter run off, a small smile on her face. She’d moved heaven, hell, and purgatory to keep her safe. They’d nearly had to. Turning her eyes onto her little sister, Kizzy sighs. “Alright, what is it now? Your gifts tend to come with news I’d rather not hear.”

[minimaxignis-blog]

     "Am I not allowed to just come visit my sister and bring her gifts?" Marisol makes her way to a nearby couch, sitting down. So... Maybe there was a reason but... not the kind her sister might think. Of course, it's barely moments before it comes spilling out. "Francis has Elfie all day today and I was lonely..."

[elitehuntsman]

     Noah smirked, every bone in his body wanted to get fresh with her just to prove how good (he thought) he was.

         ”Does that mean you don’t approve already?                      And here I thought I had a nice smile.”

[minimaxignis-blog]

"I'll withhold my judgement for now,            but only because I can hardly tell you my opinion of you now.     It'd be very rude of me."              If he tried anything, she'd smack him.              She has a very nice doctor right now and wasn't interested in some... witchhunter idiot.

    "And having a nice smile hardly means anything. I know sharks with nice smiles and nuns with terrible teeth."

[lacharani]

     As Kizzy frowns disapprovingly at her little sister, Tsura squeals as if the markers are even better than the cash register. She holds them in one hand and smacks them against her other as she babbles. “Papi play! Papi play!” she cheers, letting Kizzy know that this was a game only Matt could play with her. Kizzy rolls her eyes, “Daddy’s girl.”

[minimaxignis-blog]

    "Don't look at me like that, they're washable." The super washable kind. Sometimes Solita wonders if her sister remembers that she's already raising a child. Kissing the top of Tsura's head, Marisol gives her the matching pad of paper. "Why don't you go draw Papi a picture? So Tia Sol can talk with your Mami."

[lacharani]

     Kizzy begins unwrapping the presents, knowing Solita wouldn’t let her set them aside until she did. “She disappeared last night, came back covered in markers. We don’t own markers.” Sometimes she thinks Tsura travelled right into future Matt’s hands. Unwrapping a rather big box, she finds a toy cash register and laughs. “Look, mamita, you can make Papi buy your kissies.” She shows Tsura the image on the box, and the toddler squeals in excitement.

[minimaxignis-blog]

   Marisol grins at her reaction to the toy, shifting her so that she's on her hip. Fishing around in one of the bags, she pulls out a box of washable markers.  "Now you have markers." She hands them to Tsura.

[lacharani]

     Tsura is already climbing down from the bed, chubby little legs carrying her to her tia eagerly. “Ti Sol!” she chirps over and over, waving her arms to be scooped up. Kizzy takes the bags of gifts so that she can, rolling her eyes. “Jesus, Solita. As if we don’t have enough stuff.”

[minimaxignis-blog]

   "You can never have too much stuff. At least not that kind of stuff." Dishes, blankets, toys for Tsura... She picks her little niece up, covering her little face in kisses. "Oh I missed you little one! Have you been causing all sorts of mischief for your mama?"

[lacharani]

     ”No!”

Kizzy puts her hands over her ears, smiling at the way that makes Tsura laugh. The toddler is currently making a mess of her father’s folding shirts but Kizzy doubts he’ll mind. Besides, she’ll probably end up sticking them in his drawer as is.

[minimaxignis-blog]

   Marisol grins, following the happy noise of her niece's laughter. "I brought gifts! For the new house!" The cute little sight she finds makes her smile fondly. Did her sister realize just how cute it was, the two of them together?

[minimaxignis-blog]

     "Kizzy! Kizzy are you home?"

   Marisol barges right into her sister's new home, past all the books and into the back. Her steps are light and carefree, gift bags in her hands. Housewarming gifts.

[asoldierfirst]

[ Marisol owned so many boots that Taya stopped keeping track unless they were littering the front doorway. She shrugs, picking up her empty mug and heading for the kitchen. ]

       ”Maybe your Iyrk nabbed them to protect you from your bad fashion sense.”

[minimaxignis-blog]

[ Marisol makes a shocked scoffing noise, turning to follow her mama. ]

"They're the ones that go best with this dress,                    but I can't find them anywhere!                                      --and my fashion sense is.... global!"

[ Her hesitation before the word is not long, but is long enough. ]

[asoldierfirst]

[ Taya’s eyes land on what her daughter’s did, and she calmly closes the book she’d stupidly left lying out in the open. ]

       ”Seen your what, Solita? I’m not a mind reader.”

[minimaxignis-blog]

[ Marisol looks up at her mother, the distraction no longer interesting. Not that it had been in the first place. ]

            "My boots,                          the aqua ones with the fringe?"

[minimaxignis-blog]

   "Mama!                have you seen my......"

[ She trails off, distracted by something ]

[thehurricanefire]

[ Her eyes grow wide and she pulls them out one by one, they were gorgeous but she didn’t know how well she could throw them. She wasn’t a close range fighter, that was Tsura’s territory. But maybe Tio could teach her how to throw them like darts. ]

   ”Deadly yes, but Tsura’s the beautiful one.”

[ Ariella was always covered in dirt and sweat, hands cut up from training with her swords all day. Sure, guys were into her but that had more to do with her fighting skills than her looks. But Tsura? People took one look at her and they swore to follow her to their grave. It was hard being the prodigal child’s little sister. She was a second daughter, and Bran got to be the only son. What place did she have? ]

[minimaxignis-blog]

    "Do not measure your beauty by that of anyone elses'."

[ Marisol picks up one of the combs, using it to push back Ari's hair. Brushing back a stray hair, she smiles at her. ]

    "You and Tsura are very different, you need to stop comparing yourself to her."

[thehurricanefire]

[ Ari wants to be both. She wishes she was like her mother, the way Tsura clearly was. Tsura has no idea how lucky she is, to be like her. ]

   ”Beautiful and dangerous.”

[ Her mind is taken off Tsura by the combs. She holds them up to the light and grins at the way it bounces off them. The colors would undoubtedly bring out the highlights in her hair. ]

[minimaxignis-blog]

[ With a mischievous grin, Marisol reaches over and tugs on one of the flames. the knife that comes out is thin and deadly. ]

    "The man that sold me these told me that they were once used by one of the most deadly female assassins in the world. No one ever suspected that a woman so delicate and well-mannered could be so dangerous. Another beautiful and deadly woman."

[ It was just a tale to drive up the price, but it did make for a good story. And who knows, perhaps there was an assassin like that in ancient China. ]

[thehurricanefire]

[ The engraving was more than beautiful. It was significant. Tia Solita was good at that. Ari smiles, and traces it the way her tia had. ]

   ”Mami will ask why it’s not a dragon.”

[ Her tone is light and teasing, she’s obviously over the funk she’d been in earlier. Ariella typically moved on quickly. ]

[minimaxignis-blog]

[ Solita shakes her head with a smile. Kizzy always had a thing about dragons. ]

    "Your sister is the dragon,                        --You are a leona Ariella."

[ She kisses her niece's temple before nudging the box again. ]

    "Go on, look at the other part."

[ The fire design on the combs is bold and brash, the metal changing color across the surface like it had been burned and the heat still lingered. ]

[thehurricanefire]

[ Ariella carefully places her sword down and then grabs the box, tearing it open with excitement. She’s bad at that patience thing Tia Lissie keeps trying to instill in her. ]

   ”Shit, Tia…”

[ She takes out the dagger first, pressing her finger just barely on the tip and grinning when a little spot of blood appears. It healed in a matter of seconds. ]

[minimaxignis-blog]

[ Marisol smiles, happy to see her gift liked. ]

    "I saw it and thought of you. Did you see the engraving on the blade? It look so detailed and delicate..."

[ Her fingers brush across the flat surface of the blade, the roaring lion breathing fire across it. ]

[bitingdxown]

    The fire blazing in the pit reaches heights that would be seen for miles had it not been for Kizzy’s cloaking spell. A strong spell at that. Energy buzzed within the dome, crackling around the fire to keep it stoked. Every adult at the party was drunk off their ass, except for the few designated to watch the children. But he had no doubt the woman he was dancing with would never volunteer for that position.

She burns hotter than the fire beside them, and his fingers want nothing more than to sink into her. To feel her energy at her core. Her name was Marisol Mariga and he thinks he just fell in love.

[minimaxignis-blog]

    The winter solstice had always been Marisol’s favorite. The bright clarity and chill of the night making her blood sing. The bonfire that blazes beside them and the roaring power of the moon has everyone running on high. Not to mention the never-ending alcohol that flowed so easily. Marisol loves the feel of the moon against her skin, slipping across her like silk. Nights like this, she truly feels like she’s free.

    But this solstice, this night… She’s drawn to him, his energy bright and clear and his eyes shining with the power of the night. They dance, and she presses closer and closer. Most solstice nights she avoided companionship, drawn more to the freedom of the night. But this time she couldn’t say no. He’s so much taller than her, but he seems to get the idea when she starts to pull him downwards for a kiss. A kiss more intense than any other she can recall.