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Post by Honeystorm on Sept 3, 2019 23:37:11 GMT -5
The tom practically pranced towards her suite, ruddy tortoiseshell fur with it's eerily darkened paws and patches of washed out tan and inky black catching the building's shadows as sandy yellow eyes were bright on the slim cat's face, cheery and unperturbed, despite the sort of place he resided in. Lorah was a young hunter, still about two moons out from the time normal trainees were promoted, but Eshek had insisted. And why wouldn't she? He was quite that wonderful, if he said so himself. Despite no one around to see him, at the thought of his own prowess, the hunter gave a self-satisfied smirk and strutted forward, tail high as he paused to strike a pose, as though some paparazzi were right around the corner, simply dying to take a photo of him.
He was the most adorable little brother there ever was, and no one would ever change his mind. No matter how much Eshek liked to pretend he didn't exist, or the fact he'd been given such a name so as for her to be able to delude herself into thinking she didn't have a tom as her only living relative for the moment. But, ah, she loved him, and he payed her back tenfold in both obedience and making her wish she'd just taken him out when she'd had the chance.
Taking up the skipping step he'd paused from and pulling himself back to reality, the tom soon found himself entering the suite, not actually bothering to ask before he simply walked in on his sister, voice rising to fill the room. "The cavalry has arrived! And he is as handsome as ever, if he does say so himself!" Lorah took a moment to make a face into the exceptionally shiny floor, a cheeky grin placing itself on his features as he finally found himself looking up to the Proxy of his district. Eshek, his sister dear.
"How many times," Eshek began from where she was faced away from the door, perched up on the marble mantlepiece in front of the grime-specked mirror with her head bowed, voice icy and barely above a whisper, "have I told you to KNOCK BEFORE YOU ENTER MY ROOM?" She screamed the last part, snapping her head around to glare at her little brother of her shoulder. Sucking in a deep breath to calm herself, she ran a forepaw over her face and closed her eyes, turning back to the mirror. "Get out and do it again the proper way, like I trained you. Honestly, anyone would think you'd been raised in some sort of boorish, heathen society the way you act." Her voice turned mournful. "My own flesh and blood," she clicked her tongue, "oh, I'm so embarrassed."
Every single day - every single day - she regretted the inexplicable flash of mercy that had made her keep him alive when the rest of his siblings were lying torn open and bloody at her paws. He'd been so cute then, so sweet and innocent, and she supposed it had something to do with never having had a mother of her own; in a stupid, sentimental moment of weakness, she'd imagined she could somehow be a positive influence on him, that she could raise him with the love and care she'd never been given herself. And she had. That was the problem. She'd given him too much of an ego and now he was the bane of her existence. Did she love him to death? Yes. Would she rip anyone's head off if they ever said anything nasty to him or poked fun at him, because only she was allowed to do that? Of course. Did she want to kill him herself most of the time? Oh, absolutely. Still, she couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at her lips at his antics. That self-aggrandising sense of humour, he'd gotten from her. She'd never say it, but she was proud.
"Oh, don't call yourself boorish, sister darling. You're much too cute for that. Heathen though, I'm pretty sure that one's true. Cutest little bunches of insanity we are." He dramatically sat himself on his back haunches, raising his arms before tilting down and up in an overly exaggerated full body bow. Maybe the worship-esque action might have been taken for an apology, except she knew him too well for that, his gaze sparkling with amusement at her irritation. But he pulled himself to his paws with a huff and falsely indignant twitch of his tail, marching out for a moment before his ears and wide eyes peering into the room. "KNOCK KNOCK!" He shouted, waiting just slightly more than two heartbeats before he tumbled into the room with a laugh. "Perfection has arrived!"
Better? Probably not, since he was clearly not sorry, and really hadn't waited for her to invite him in. It was simply implied that he was allowed wherever Eshek was. No matter how much she wanted to strangle him for it.
"Everything is cute with you," she snapped back at him, twisting around to glare at him again, "cute me, cute you, cute— oh, yes, thank you, that's very genuine and exactly what I needed." The last part was spoken in a dry drawl with a flat, deadpan sort of expression as she watched him bow before her. When he marched out of her room, she let out a huge, exhausted sigh and turned around, wrapping her tail around her paws and flicking it irritably as she waited for whatever grand entrance he was no doubt about to make. He took a year off her life every time she saw him. At this point, she had about a week left if she was lucky. KNOCK KNOCK! "I'M BUSY—aaaaand of course you're gonna come in any way." She let out a long-suffering sigh, shaking her head and looking away as he tumbled into the room.
Eshek leaped off the mantle, shoving past him, and stalked out of her room, hoping more than anything that he didn't see the grin on her face. "Don't follow me," she shouted without looking back. "It's big sister alone time now." Just in case he decided to defy her, which, really, he absolutely, definitely would, she slipped into another room usually used as a den for the rest of her district and slammed the door behind her, hopping up onto her hindlegs and bracing her forepaws against it so Lorah couldn't get in, like he was a monster from a horror film. Which, really, he was. He was one of those dead kids that wouldn't stop haunting you and always wanted to play games. She'd tried to drown him, once, when he was little, stuck his head in the reflection pool and held him under. Hadn't worked. She was pretty sure she'd just killed a few brain cells in the process.
