- Day 71 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Monster

- The Emotion Challenge: Tense

- Speed Drabble: breaking, powerless, "I just want to eat my lunch in peace."

Pairings/Characters: Walburga/Orion

Word Count: 378


Walburga's Wrath

I conduct fear like electricity, a man made monstrosity.

Orion cursed inwardly as he heard the sound of something breaking overhead. It was late in the afternoon, but the unmistakable sound of glass shattering could only mean one thing—Walburga was finally awake, and she was on her way downstairs to torment him.

It wasn't that he didn't like his cousin; he did—he just sometimes wished she was a little less full on. Walburga was a whirling monster of a tornado, hellbent on destruction from her waking moment. She found the most joy in causing pain and suffering to her peers, and even though most of the time her methods of torment were only minor occurrences, she still riveted from her actions.

Orion would never admit it to her, but he secretly enjoyed those traits about her.

However, he tensed up upon hearing Walburga today. He had had a tiring evening, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with Walburga's wrath today. He had a plate of cucumber sandwiches in front of him, and he knew that they would be the first thing she noticed.

"Or-i-on," she sang as she whirled into the dining room, and his shoulders stiffened at the sound of her voice. "Good morning."

"Good afternoon, more like," Orion grumbled through a mouthful of cucumber and bread. "It's nearly three."

"I had a terribly late evening," she commented with a knowing smile. Orion resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had engaged in just the same late evening, as Walburga had sneaked into his bedroom during the night—but somehow, he had managed to crawl out of bed at a reasonable time. Her eyes landed on the plate of sandwiches, and she grabbed one.

"Hey—I just want to eat my lunch in peace," Orion snapped, but he fell short when Walburga flashed her dark, glittering eyes at him. He was always powerless when she gave him that look. "Fine," he muttered. "Just get it over with."

"Aw, Orion," she sniggered, throwing the sandwich across the table in his direction. "You're so tense; so nervous." She paused to stand up, and leaned across the table, so that her cleavage was exposed. His breath hitched in his throat. "You need to relax a little."