key and rose

Ezekiel de le Poer · 07-07-2011, 07:21 PM

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The hold that Talitha had over her brother was a peculiar one at that. He would grant her things, humor her when he saw fit, but it was with poison in her claws that she forced him so. One word would destroy whatever remained of his façade to Alaine—and perhaps, depending on how loud the collie’s voice could rise, bring the Court down on his head. Talitha might never betray him in such a way, but he had learned she was unpredictable, and feared what a downward spiral might cause. She was nuclear, like the moon, and he feared not what she might do, but what he would do to stop her.

Ezekiel passed his sister and missed the look she gave to Enkiel, who only stared back at her silently. He did not seek to oust her from her brother’s affection despite being well aware of the fears the woman faced with a litter on the way. If it might keep her from doing anything foolish, he would lose face to help with a stupid decorative fence.

Both males looked down at her drawing, but it was Enkiel who recognized the design. He had seen it in some of the books left behind from Clover in the greenhouse. “Something like that could be fashioned from wood. The vines will make it strong,” he said, looking up to the hanging honeysuckle. Ezekiel made a face, but walked towards the new-entrance and began moving his hands in the air as to best guess the distance. “So what, we just get some sticks and put them together?”

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