Familial Bonds [M]
07-05-2016, 08:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-05-2016, 08:19 PM by Basileus.)
His amused expression grew a touch rude as his younger brother was cut off by a sneezing fit that ended up dropping him gracelessly to the ground. His words drew a chuckle from the bigger Scarlatti. Upon locking eyes with his unamused brother Basileus quirked an eyebrow, his expression rudely playful. "Non che mi hai dato inclinazione hai fatto, stronzo." At this Basileus tsked and in the common tongue, he said, "You are not puppy, Vittore. Unless I need to scruff you and carry you with me always?" His brother's next words sucked all the good humor out of him. Instantly his expression chilled. Only superiors got to speak to their underlings that way and Vittore didn't have a shred of superiority on Basileus, not in the cosca and definitely not in their blood family. Basileus' lips twitched and nearly rose in a snarl as he bit out a retort in Italian, "You do NOT get to lecture me, brother. Do not think you can lay all the blame on me; where did YOU go, Vittore? And," His eyes grew dark as their empty black centers widened and threatened to swallow up their color. "Don't you dare speak of honor as if you know everything. I have not forgotten our code or our people." Where exactly Vittore had gotten this grandiose idea about sexual purity or whatever he was getting at, Basileus didn't know. What each man did in his spare time was his business and his business alone, and while sleeping around wasn't something to openly brag about, that didn't keep most men Basileus knew from talking about their exploits among friends. Basileus had no wife and in seeking out lovers he hadn't damaged the honor of other mafioso or his own by preying on their women. He knew better. Basileus took an enraged step towards his brother but stopped just shy of doing what he wanted to do, which was take the pretentious little fucker to the ground and beat on him like he had when they were children. Most of the time Basileus was relatively calm when dealing with unpleasant situations, but there were a few things that riled him much quicker and honor was at the top of the list. Sure, if asked just a few short seasons ago if he had a woman Basileus would have been quick to point out that women were a distraction and that he had no time for distractions, but now he had all the time in the world. Continuing in Italian, he spat out the words, "Oh, please, spare me your righteous, goody two-shoe bullshit. We aren't saints. I'll fuck who I want and you will mind your own fucking business." His tail lashed back and forth as he eyed his younger brother. Still in Italian, he growled dryly, "If you want to hang onto your precious virginity, save yourself for some special woman, be my guest, but don't think you can impose that ideal on other men." |