Comments | entanglement_rp: They say Cain was sent to the moon after he killed Abel. [Title Unrelated]

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They say Cain was sent to the moon after he killed Abel. [Title Unrelated]

Oct 20, 2010 22:02

Who: Cain and Mary Weather
What: The two of them have spent so little time together recently. Cain decides to make it up to her.
Where: Cain's makeshift lab in one of the storage blocks
Warnings: None.

( Your teacher is a witch. And not very nice. )

*status: closed, cain hargreaves, maryweather hargreaves, *location: cain's lab

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contraryeyes November 22 2010, 08:27:33 UTC

Mary had almost not heeded her brother's summons. Something in the turning of the time, in all of her training, nagged at the young girl's mind - something no training could aptly prepare her for ( ... )

incesteyes November 22 2010, 08:37:06 UTC

It would have been unfair to infer that Cain, for his part, was doing fine himself. When the general sleeping hours came about, he would finish his duties or clean up his workstation or tidy up whatever clerical bollocks Enitan had assigned him that day, and walk slowly back to the Hargreaves quarters, all the while lamenting to himself ( ... )

contraryeyes November 22 2010, 09:12:26 UTC

Her smile faltered only very faintly at the tone in his voice, but she quickly reframed it.

"Yes, quite well, older brother. I've progressed a lot, recently." Very carefully, she monitored her tone to keep it warm, like she wasn't at all bothered by it. "A-ah, yes. What is it...?" She would be lying if she said that the lab didn't kind of creep her out, but it was her brother's - so that made it somehow better, right?

A moment passed as she paused, shaking her head. "Really, older brother... you get to be such a mess, working down here like this." Leaning up on her tiptoes, she wetted one thumb with her tongue and scrubbed away a bit of dust - or whatever else it could be - from his cheek.

incesteyes November 23 2010, 06:39:49 UTC

It was almost shameful, how much Cain needed his sister these days. But then, of course, he could not let on that he was the sort to break down so often. To say nothing else, he was glad his workshop had a lock.

Her fingers were still soft, even after all her training. With a chuckle, he replied, "Well, one might get a bit smudged up when one is working on something like this." He lifted the scrap of fabric off of the glass sphere, revealing the murky, spotty liquid therein.

"Tell me, dearest sister, what can you guess this item is?" he said. He was never above adding some tension to a situation, especially if it would have a favourable outcome.

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