08-24-2018, 08:43 AM
(Edited 08-24-2018, 08:43 AM by CLEO R. C..)
"Oh."
The word was laced with little love, a frown stretching across cinnamon lips as she paused beside her grandfather. Her place there was short lived though, a hatred-filled glare extended in the officer's direction before she relocated herself, instead opting to sit in the shadow that Lucifer produced. She was more comfortable there anyways, sanguine eyes retaining their glow once more as she stared at Rocky. At her brother. If circumstances had been different, perhaps she would have approached this entire situation the way an older sister should have, smiling and altogether content as she bonded with her father's newest brood. But anger, hot and unrelenting, continued to dance in her veins, heating her entire body under its influence and causing her to shift and squirm uncomfortably. She didn't want to be here, in front of him- this boy was a reminder of the mistake that was she and her siblings. with that in mind, did she really owe him anything?
Eshe coiled tighter around the bengal's undersized form, an obsidian head making its first appearance as she raised it to investigate the canine. A forked tongue both appearing and disappearing was her only acknowledgement of him, once more disappearing to rest upon the crook of Cleo's shoulders. "I doubt you know who I am," The child suddenly stated, voice half present and entirely too quiet, "I'm your sister. I'm Cleo."
(this is rushed and terrible i'm sorry!!)
The word was laced with little love, a frown stretching across cinnamon lips as she paused beside her grandfather. Her place there was short lived though, a hatred-filled glare extended in the officer's direction before she relocated herself, instead opting to sit in the shadow that Lucifer produced. She was more comfortable there anyways, sanguine eyes retaining their glow once more as she stared at Rocky. At her brother. If circumstances had been different, perhaps she would have approached this entire situation the way an older sister should have, smiling and altogether content as she bonded with her father's newest brood. But anger, hot and unrelenting, continued to dance in her veins, heating her entire body under its influence and causing her to shift and squirm uncomfortably. She didn't want to be here, in front of him- this boy was a reminder of the mistake that was she and her siblings. with that in mind, did she really owe him anything?
Eshe coiled tighter around the bengal's undersized form, an obsidian head making its first appearance as she raised it to investigate the canine. A forked tongue both appearing and disappearing was her only acknowledgement of him, once more disappearing to rest upon the crook of Cleo's shoulders. "I doubt you know who I am," The child suddenly stated, voice half present and entirely too quiet, "I'm your sister. I'm Cleo."
(this is rushed and terrible i'm sorry!!)
THOUGHT THAT I'D FEEL BETTER
MY V IS FOR VENDETTA