Ailwin Ryann |PF|
*He'd been headed into the bayou for some fresh air when the fucking phone started bleated like a dying rabbit. Scowling, he tugged it from his pocket. He'd have to figure out how to change that damn ringtone. Spotting T's name, he opened the text. "Illy. Mate. House. Now." His scowl grew more pronounced. Illy was mated? When the fuck had that happened? He'd just seen her a few days ago. The realization that someone had been fucking with his baby sister was slow in coming, but the anger was quick to boil over.*
*He'd been headed into the bayou for some fresh air when the fucking phone started bleated like a dying rabbit. Scowling, he tugged it from his pocket. He'd have to figure out how to change that damn ringtone. Spotting T's name, he opened the text. "Illy. Mate. House. Now." His scowl grew more pronounced. Illy was mated? When the fuck had that happened? He'd just seen her a few days ago. The realization that someone had been fucking with his baby sister was slow in coming, but the anger was quick to boil over.*
Ailwin Ryann |PF|
*He'd just gotten her back into his damned life. Turning, he made it to the Den with quick strides, skidding to a stop as his brother seemed to be guarding the bathroom door. He didn't smell Illy.* I take it your mate has barricaded herself into the bathroom with her cell phone. Looks flimsy enough, I can break it down. *As T went to say something, the door opened. Am rolled her eyes at the sight of them, her tone less than amused as she muttered that T had called in the cavalry. How was she tossing this shit off like it wasn't damned important?* Where is she?
Turstin Ryann |PF|
*He was going to break the damn door down. Fuck it, he was going to remove all doors in the entire place so none could ever be shut again. Pacing back a forth, T stops when he senses Ailwin nearby. The door suddenly opens to show an annoyed Am* Don't give me that look, Am. She's our sister. Where. The. Fuck. Is. She? And who the hell is this mate of her? Did you know and not tell me?!
Amethyst Ayesha |PF|
*Rolling her eyes at the two of them, she tucked her phone back into her pocket and shoved past them* Point one, Illy is a grown woman. Point two, she didn't freak the hell out that you were mated, Turstin. Point three, the fates chose well for you. Do you not want your sister to find the same happiness you have found? That's rather selfish of you, don't you think? And as for you. *narrowing her gaze at Ailwin* You break my doors, you will fix it. By hand, not flashing a new one in. No, I didn't know, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you two overbearing brutes when you're rampaging. She is bringing him to dinner tonight. I expect a civilized meal, or you will both have to build a doghouse out back to sleep in until I've decided you've sulked enough. *She saw Ailwin giving Turstin an incredulous look* If you say a single chauvinistic word, I will shoot you, tiger.
Ailwin Ryann |PF|
*He bared his teeth at the female, ready to fire off something that would likely piss her off. Watching Turstin cross his arms and glare but not say anything until she'd appeared to be done speaking, Ailwin glanced towards him.* She can't be serious. It's our fucking baby sister. Who the hell can she have been fucking between a few days ago and now? She ain't even been anywhere. She's too young. The fates fucked up, if that makes him selfish so be it. *His eyes narrowed at her threat* You have zero authority over me, female. I'm not sleeping with you. You'd do well to aim your threats at your mate instead.
Turstin Ryann |PF|
*Turstin lets out a sigh and looks between Am and Ailwin* Am, I would chew off my legs to make you happy. But I am siding with Ailwin on this. She's been alone most of her life and then suddenly when half her brothers are here she has a mate? Yeah, maybe the guy is a good guy, but who the fuck cares. He can't protect her. The last thing we need is a fucking idiot who doesn't know how to protect her from chasers. Ailwin and I are her brothers, Amethyst, and we will protect her even if it means getting rid of this shit stain.
Amethyst Ayesha |PF|
*A sadistic part of her really wanted to tell him the "shit stain" had been one that had helped rescue him from the Chasers, but she held it in. Barely. Wait until he realized that Illy's mate was the one that had singlehandedly taken out half of the Chaser compound. Might make him eat his words. Throwing her hands up, she turned, heading into the kitchen. She could hear them following behind her as she started tugging down her old cookbooks she'd inherited from her grandmother along with the house she'd sold*
Amethyst Ayesha |PF|
Turstin, I love you more than life itself, but as your mate, I can tell you when you're being an idiot, and sweetie, right now you're being a hardheaded idiot. Illy survived on her own without you two for most of her life. And you're forgetting she also had me. *tossing a glance towards Ailwin, she let a tight smile show* Perhaps you should regale your brother with the story of how we met. Maybe then he'd stop feeling as if my threats weren't something he should fear. And since you appear to be too busy frothing at the mouth, then I shall figure out what to cook and just poison everyone with my awful cooking.
Ailwin Ryann |PF|
How you two met? This has bearing on Illy having a shithead for a mate, how? *Yanking the cookbook from her hand, he threw it at his brother* I've seen her cooking. If we want him to live long enough to dismember, we need him to not eat arsenic and vinegar.
Turstin Ryann |PF|
*Catching the cookbook, Turstin slapped it down on the counter* I don't use cookbooks, I just make the fucking food. *Am's words rung in his ears but he still couldn't help the pure anger that was boiling inside of him. Gently moving Am out of the way, Tustin began making dinner*
*He'd just gotten her back into his damned life. Turning, he made it to the Den with quick strides, skidding to a stop as his brother seemed to be guarding the bathroom door. He didn't smell Illy.* I take it your mate has barricaded herself into the bathroom with her cell phone. Looks flimsy enough, I can break it down. *As T went to say something, the door opened. Am rolled her eyes at the sight of them, her tone less than amused as she muttered that T had called in the cavalry. How was she tossing this shit off like it wasn't damned important?* Where is she?
Turstin Ryann |PF|
*He was going to break the damn door down. Fuck it, he was going to remove all doors in the entire place so none could ever be shut again. Pacing back a forth, T stops when he senses Ailwin nearby. The door suddenly opens to show an annoyed Am* Don't give me that look, Am. She's our sister. Where. The. Fuck. Is. She? And who the hell is this mate of her? Did you know and not tell me?!
Amethyst Ayesha |PF|
*Rolling her eyes at the two of them, she tucked her phone back into her pocket and shoved past them* Point one, Illy is a grown woman. Point two, she didn't freak the hell out that you were mated, Turstin. Point three, the fates chose well for you. Do you not want your sister to find the same happiness you have found? That's rather selfish of you, don't you think? And as for you. *narrowing her gaze at Ailwin* You break my doors, you will fix it. By hand, not flashing a new one in. No, I didn't know, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you two overbearing brutes when you're rampaging. She is bringing him to dinner tonight. I expect a civilized meal, or you will both have to build a doghouse out back to sleep in until I've decided you've sulked enough. *She saw Ailwin giving Turstin an incredulous look* If you say a single chauvinistic word, I will shoot you, tiger.
Ailwin Ryann |PF|
*He bared his teeth at the female, ready to fire off something that would likely piss her off. Watching Turstin cross his arms and glare but not say anything until she'd appeared to be done speaking, Ailwin glanced towards him.* She can't be serious. It's our fucking baby sister. Who the hell can she have been fucking between a few days ago and now? She ain't even been anywhere. She's too young. The fates fucked up, if that makes him selfish so be it. *His eyes narrowed at her threat* You have zero authority over me, female. I'm not sleeping with you. You'd do well to aim your threats at your mate instead.
Turstin Ryann |PF|
*Turstin lets out a sigh and looks between Am and Ailwin* Am, I would chew off my legs to make you happy. But I am siding with Ailwin on this. She's been alone most of her life and then suddenly when half her brothers are here she has a mate? Yeah, maybe the guy is a good guy, but who the fuck cares. He can't protect her. The last thing we need is a fucking idiot who doesn't know how to protect her from chasers. Ailwin and I are her brothers, Amethyst, and we will protect her even if it means getting rid of this shit stain.
Amethyst Ayesha |PF|
*A sadistic part of her really wanted to tell him the "shit stain" had been one that had helped rescue him from the Chasers, but she held it in. Barely. Wait until he realized that Illy's mate was the one that had singlehandedly taken out half of the Chaser compound. Might make him eat his words. Throwing her hands up, she turned, heading into the kitchen. She could hear them following behind her as she started tugging down her old cookbooks she'd inherited from her grandmother along with the house she'd sold*
Amethyst Ayesha |PF|
Turstin, I love you more than life itself, but as your mate, I can tell you when you're being an idiot, and sweetie, right now you're being a hardheaded idiot. Illy survived on her own without you two for most of her life. And you're forgetting she also had me. *tossing a glance towards Ailwin, she let a tight smile show* Perhaps you should regale your brother with the story of how we met. Maybe then he'd stop feeling as if my threats weren't something he should fear. And since you appear to be too busy frothing at the mouth, then I shall figure out what to cook and just poison everyone with my awful cooking.
Ailwin Ryann |PF|
How you two met? This has bearing on Illy having a shithead for a mate, how? *Yanking the cookbook from her hand, he threw it at his brother* I've seen her cooking. If we want him to live long enough to dismember, we need him to not eat arsenic and vinegar.
Turstin Ryann |PF|
*Catching the cookbook, Turstin slapped it down on the counter* I don't use cookbooks, I just make the fucking food. *Am's words rung in his ears but he still couldn't help the pure anger that was boiling inside of him. Gently moving Am out of the way, Tustin began making dinner*