TWINCEST D8 Or not.
WHO: Jack and Jill Belphegor & Rasiel
WHAT: MURDER IN YOUR SLEEP. Except not 8( A brotherly reunion~
WHERE: FIFTH FLOOR
WHEN: Evening, Jan. 4
WARNINGS: INCEEEEST. And. Things.
Belphegor dragged Charles by the foot as he climbed up the stairs to the fifth floor. He wasn't about to leave Charles in his room with his new roommate. He didn't trust him. Bel took his time, the rabbit's head bumping on every step, humming a children's song. The same one he sang six years ago when he had a knife hidden behind his back as he walked across the room to his brother. He couldn't remember the lyrics very well anymore, but he could remember the melody. Sometimes, he dreamed about the song. He liked it a lot.
At the top of the stairs, he peeked down the hallway, making sure Gin, the RA for the fifth floor, wasn't around. He wasn't. He probably was asleep, or off harassing someone somewhere. Or whatever it was he did when he wasn't out here. Bel walked down the corridor, looking at the doors to either side of him, wondering which door led to his brother. He couldn't get rid of the grin on his face, just thinking about his dearest older brother. He let his instincts take over, picked a door and turned the knob.
"I'm here, brother," he said with a grin.
WHAT: MURDER IN YOUR SLEEP. Except not 8( A brotherly reunion~
WHERE: FIFTH FLOOR
WHEN: Evening, Jan. 4
WARNINGS: INCEEEEST. And. Things.
Belphegor dragged Charles by the foot as he climbed up the stairs to the fifth floor. He wasn't about to leave Charles in his room with his new roommate. He didn't trust him. Bel took his time, the rabbit's head bumping on every step, humming a children's song. The same one he sang six years ago when he had a knife hidden behind his back as he walked across the room to his brother. He couldn't remember the lyrics very well anymore, but he could remember the melody. Sometimes, he dreamed about the song. He liked it a lot.
At the top of the stairs, he peeked down the hallway, making sure Gin, the RA for the fifth floor, wasn't around. He wasn't. He probably was asleep, or off harassing someone somewhere. Or whatever it was he did when he wasn't out here. Bel walked down the corridor, looking at the doors to either side of him, wondering which door led to his brother. He couldn't get rid of the grin on his face, just thinking about his dearest older brother. He let his instincts take over, picked a door and turned the knob.
"I'm here, brother," he said with a grin.