Holy lord.
She wished she had never went to make it up with her brother. It was too much of a mess to ever sort out, she knew that.
She had went to hug him. All those emotions running through her head.
He held her for a while. It was calm. Cool. Collected and polite. "Im going to need a shower." He remarked, and she went to leave.
No. Her mind pulled her back towards him. Stay. She bit her lip. Hard. She tasted faint copper for a moment.
As if he knew what she wanted, he began to take off his shirt.
Heck, she hadn't seen him shirtless since they were...what? Nine?
She had seen the difference almost at once. Scars laced across his back, dried blood collecting there.
She flexed her hands, almost steadying herself before walking up to him.
"Are these battle scars, old man?" She said, dangling her hands on his chest.
"I'd like to...create some more, hm?" He turned to look at her, a tinge of fear in his eyes. "Erin... Don't."
"Oh, but I will." The girl began to claw at her brother's chest, drawing a little blood along the way. "Beautiful.." Erin grinned. He winced. God, it hurt so much.
She began to lick the blood off Arthur's neck, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. He kept struggling but he knew as well as she did that neither of them could move before they were done, exhausted and wet and they could part once more, until the next month.
Back into the real world.
She sickened herself, being so rough. Being downright abusive. But she loved it. Loved showing him that he couldn't hurt her any longer, she could hurt him.
She loved seeing his eyes so full of fear, like a scared rabbit. Trying to fight the urge to run, to scream.
"Stop." Arthur panted, begging her with his eyes.
"Sorry.. I don't know if I can... You taste too good..."