Her brothers comfort was not something she had experienced before, nor ever expected to. His touch was gentle, innocent almost, as he cleaned her wound until he was satisfied. She would forever have a nasty scar that would serve as a daily reminder of what had happened, of how her world had burst apart at the seams. A snarl would break from his lips when she spoke. He was angry, she could see on his face, and in his body language. Death was coming for her husband, it was only a matter of time. A brow would lift in question when she spoke of the mistake she had made. She was sure that her brother had a whole list going but he said nothing, simply waited for her to explain. In her mind, her only mistake was letting someone else get to close, to feed her emotions and let her believe in love. She had strayed from her brothers side and allowed another to replace him. The rise of her empire was not a mistake, not at all, she had created something great here, something that would go down in history.
His quiet rumble would make her think. What did she want to remember? Everything. The death, the blood, the sex. She wanted to remember the times they had shared together, to forget all the pain that currently suffocated her. And yet, she wasnt entirely sure she was ready to give her body back to her brother. For so long she had craved only one mans touch, but now his touch meant only one thing. Murder. "Everything." She would murmur, her voice husky as her gaze darkened. She would break his gaze in favor of the horizon behind him. Rogue lands surrounded her home, filled with endless possibilities. His growl would dismiss her apology as his skull tipped back, exposing his throat to her. Dark jaws would part to nip at his throat before she began to move. She would drag herself down his side, pressing her smaller form against him until she no longer touched him, legs pulling her towards the border.
It had been far to long since she had done anything at her brothers side. It felt like an eternity since she had hunted beside him, since she had shared in the screams of their victims, rolled in their blood. Depression and heartache were beat back by an overwhelming desire to kill, to prove to the world that she was not yet ready to be taken from this world, but the world was ready for her to take. With a glance back over her a shoulder at her brother, lips would tip up in a smirk as she beckoned him to follow. Perhaps for a night she could forget everything, for a night she could focus only was mattered, on who mattered.
"Speech"
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