"If you're curious Gisa's gone looking for some more zombies to raise." I told Geralf a few minutes later as he paced the lab. Noting the slight redness in his cheeks I began to wonder what had caused it until I looked down at myself, finally noticing to my horror that the dress Liliana had lent me had slipped down a little. I quickly adjusted it silently wondering if Geralf had caught a glimpse of my cleavege.
Judging from the blush I'm going with yes, he did.
"That is typical of my sister. She beats me once and then rushes away like she's better than me." Geralf grumbled and I tried not to grin at the grimace on his face.
"From what I could gather Gisa's beaten you more than once." I replied, secretly pleased when he blinked at me. "Sorry is that a sore subject?" I teased and he snorted as he crossed his arms, one eye narrowed at me.
"You are starting to sound like my 'dear' sister." Geralf muttered turning to the slab in the center of the lab. "If you are only going to make snide remarks you should leave." He whispered and I frowned as he reached towards the table beside the slab, picking up a glass jar. When he turned back I was still standing there lost in thought and his eye narrowed. "Why are you still here?"
"I don't know, okay?" I snapped suddenly, turning so he couldn't see me chewing my lower lip. "Knew I shouldn't have come back here." I grumbled as I stalked towards the open doorway.
"I've never even seen you before so how could you have come back here? Now what are you muttering about?" Geralf sighed and I whirled around to find him holding a needle and thread in one hand.
"It's none of your business!" I shouted and he jumped the needle slipping from his fingers. He stepped back just in time to avoid the sharp end hitting his boot and after the shock wore off he knelt. "Sorry. Actually, no I'm not sorry at all. From the moment I came here both you and your sister act like I'm one of your creations. You kidnapped me and forced me into staying here. Then you act like you're superior to me, that my opinions don't matter." I snapped at him as he straightened, the needle held between his fingers.
"I didn't kidnap you, Ailis. My sister did." Geralf argued and I rolled my eyes at him.
"That doesn't matter because you two are acting like I'm a favourite toy to be fought over. Oh and I know you were looking at my breasts when I was laughing before. Your cheeks are all red." I added and Geralf actually took a step back, letting out a cough.
"I was not...I didn't..." Geralf stammered and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for the stitcher to respond. "I believe I owe you an apology, Ailis." He finally admitted and I blinked, curious as to why he didn't deny taking a peek. "Despite being a zom...uh, a undead individual you are remarkable well preserved."
"Is that your idea of a compliment, Geralf?" I asked with both eyebrows raised at him as he fiddled with the needle. "Well no one's ever complimented me on my appearance before. Most people are too busy trying to run away from me."
"Why would they do that?" Geralf asked and I just shrugged, remembering the Boros guard who had mistaken me for one of Gruuls' creations. "You are very pretty...for a non-living person."
"I've never been called that before." I admitted and he gave me a tiny smile. "Hey is that your attempt at flirting with me?" I teased and his cheeks immediately reddened leaving me unable to form a single word.
What the hell am I doing? I'm supposed to be playing one sibling against the other, not making eyes at the brother.
"Ailis, did you hear anything I just said?" Geralf's voice woke me and I blinked, quickly shaking my head to clear it. "I did not think you did."
"Give me a break, Geralf. I was thinking about...things so of course I didn't hear you." I answered and he raised his eyebrows at me, pausing in the middle of stitching a torso to a pair of legs. I tried not to grimace at the sight of the needle poking through grey skin but when I was human I didn't have the strongest stomach and that apparently didn't change after I was turned.
"What were you thinking about?" Geralf asked, not waiting for my reply as he resumed stitching together his newest creation.
"Nothing that would interest you, stitcher." I muttered moving towards the doorway again and he just shrugged his attention solely on the slab. With a snort and I glare aimed at the stitcher I made my way outside the laboratory.
I hope I can find my way out of this nightmare. Maybe once I figure out how I planeswalked here I can go back to Ravnica.