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May. 26th, 2007 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ten_of_swordsMary Anne isn't home yet.
This makes things easier.
Moon walks up the stairs to the bedroom, where Ruin was currently lounging. She slams the door open, and even though she was a small, compact woman, she seems to take up the entire doorway. Ruin looks up from his book, pales a little, then sets the book aside before standing up.
"Dear sister, you look to be in a mood."
"You're very lucky we're immortal, Ruin, or else I'd kill you," she snarls. "He is mine!"
Ruin crosses the room, folding his arms. "I didn't do anything."
"You almost killed him," she says, exasperated.
"Almost. Remember that. Almost. Besides, he could've called you, or he could've walked away. Draco rose to the challenge I placed before him. That isn't my fault," Ruin insists.
Moon glowers. "It is your fault. Don't meddle!"
Ruin smiles slowly, deliberately. "You mean, meddle like you've done?"
"They weren't yours to begin with, Ruin. You were just using them for sport." Moon walks towards her brother until they're standing only a hand's space apart. "I put a stop to your sport. This isn't that. This is more important. This is his life, Ruin. A chance. I let you do what you wanted with Gorlim, now let me do as I need to with Draco, and stop fucking with things!"
He'd never heard her utter that word.
And so Ruin stands stunned into silence, staring at his petite sibling with her flaming green eyes.
"I see I have your attention," she continues. "Now. You will go back to the bar. You will apologize for baiting him. You will promise to leave Mia alone, because she isn't in your sphere of influence yet, which means you have no business poking her. And you will, without complaint, offer to teach him how to use a sword, or else I'll be shoving a sword so far up your backside, you won't walk right for a month!"
Ruin clenches his jaw.
He debates arguing with her.
But one look into those furious eyes and he knows it's useless.
"Fine," he spits out.
Moon nods, her lips white and in a thin line. She turns away from him, but pauses in the doorway again, still looming there despite her size.
"Thank you for patching him up," she offers. "And if you ever do that with him -- or Miniver, for that matter -- again? I will cut off your arms and legs and head, shoving them into different sealed boxes, and scatter them about the worlds. Let Mary Anne go and fetch you so you can put yourself back together."
With that, she disappears into the shadows of the fading afternoon sun.
"Can she really do that?" Mary Anne asks from somewhere behind her husband, her voice tinged with just a bit of worry.
Ruin stares at where his sister had disappeared and quietly answers, "Let's not find out."
This makes things easier.
Moon walks up the stairs to the bedroom, where Ruin was currently lounging. She slams the door open, and even though she was a small, compact woman, she seems to take up the entire doorway. Ruin looks up from his book, pales a little, then sets the book aside before standing up.
"Dear sister, you look to be in a mood."
"You're very lucky we're immortal, Ruin, or else I'd kill you," she snarls. "He is mine!"
Ruin crosses the room, folding his arms. "I didn't do anything."
"You almost killed him," she says, exasperated.
"Almost. Remember that. Almost. Besides, he could've called you, or he could've walked away. Draco rose to the challenge I placed before him. That isn't my fault," Ruin insists.
Moon glowers. "It is your fault. Don't meddle!"
Ruin smiles slowly, deliberately. "You mean, meddle like you've done?"
"They weren't yours to begin with, Ruin. You were just using them for sport." Moon walks towards her brother until they're standing only a hand's space apart. "I put a stop to your sport. This isn't that. This is more important. This is his life, Ruin. A chance. I let you do what you wanted with Gorlim, now let me do as I need to with Draco, and stop fucking with things!"
He'd never heard her utter that word.
And so Ruin stands stunned into silence, staring at his petite sibling with her flaming green eyes.
"I see I have your attention," she continues. "Now. You will go back to the bar. You will apologize for baiting him. You will promise to leave Mia alone, because she isn't in your sphere of influence yet, which means you have no business poking her. And you will, without complaint, offer to teach him how to use a sword, or else I'll be shoving a sword so far up your backside, you won't walk right for a month!"
Ruin clenches his jaw.
He debates arguing with her.
But one look into those furious eyes and he knows it's useless.
"Fine," he spits out.
Moon nods, her lips white and in a thin line. She turns away from him, but pauses in the doorway again, still looming there despite her size.
"Thank you for patching him up," she offers. "And if you ever do that with him -- or Miniver, for that matter -- again? I will cut off your arms and legs and head, shoving them into different sealed boxes, and scatter them about the worlds. Let Mary Anne go and fetch you so you can put yourself back together."
With that, she disappears into the shadows of the fading afternoon sun.
"Can she really do that?" Mary Anne asks from somewhere behind her husband, her voice tinged with just a bit of worry.
Ruin stares at where his sister had disappeared and quietly answers, "Let's not find out."
