[open] The Sweet Sting || Elio ||

[elio]

elio

some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight
and I know everything must die but nothing fades like the light

Elio is keen to understand why his sister is so quick to throw her teeth down in a fight. He watches her, stormy eyes slitting not only in suspicion but also in self-restraint. Surely, that mouth could do something awful to him, but he wonders how she'll get it around something she can't see.

(He also wonders, in his naive way, if she will actually hurt him. And then he thinks, let's find out.)

If Lio had noticed his father contempt, he might have felt rage borne from a child scorned. He might have felt that momentous sting of pain in his chest, a hitch in his throat, a wavering of morality. He might have. But he doesn't - purely because he does not sense Wolfbane's emotions, and he will never find out he might have reacted to the opportunity of pleasing his father otherwise.

"Hurt me, then, Celina," Elio spits, before Bane shifts into another haunting creature's form. He returns his gaze to his father, listening only because his pride won't let him leave without a fight.

"I'd rip my tongue from my mouth before helping you," he says, low, growling, dipping his head low and peering defiantly up at the monster. "I'm telling Mom," Lio states suddenly and cheerily, not meeting either gaze and instead glancing up at the sky. A cheeky - and fierce - grin lifts his lips before his body disappears.

There, he thinks, now they only have their ears.

He doesn't run - not yet.

@[Celina] @[Wolfbane] )))))))))))