Thread: 1920's Voodoo.(HaloHeroWolf118 & Leviathan)

Oh non , I dont think so, the reply came with a swift sense of finality. Charlie leaned back on her heels and pushed herself up from the floor, her left hand quickly running through the strands of newly-ruffled hair in a halfhearted effort to push them away from her eyes. Within a couple strides she was behind her brother and she reached out to stop him, her hand clutching at his wrist and holding it firmly. Pulling him backwards with a sharp tug she turned him around to face her, a very stubborn frown turning the corners of her mouth downward. She had to tilt her chin upwards in order to meet his gaze properly indeed, most people did. Although she was actually tall for a female, standing at around 56, she always seemed petite in comparison to her sibling. Her cool green eyes flickered to the bottle in his hand before they focused on his face determinedly and a small line appeared between her browsa certain sign that she was serious. You can pull off that sort of cool exit with your friends and bed-mates but not with me. You need to start learning how to take better care of yourself, Eric. That , her eyes flickered pointedly to the still-bleeding cut above his eye, isnt going to heal on its own, and I promise you, youre not going to be able to snag any young dreamboats off the streets once it turns black from infection. Ebony hair settled messily about her shoulders as she shook her head in palpable frustration and sighed heavily. Her brother had always been a risk-taker and his willingness to jump head-first into danger was both his greatest fault and his most valuable asset. God knew how many times that devil-be-damned bravery had saved her from perilous circumstances. Shed been foolhardy when she was younger and curious to a fault so much so that it was impossible for her to go a month without ending up in some sort of menacing trouble. Charlie instinctively found her gaze travelling downwards to the long, silvery marks across Erics well-muscled abdomen. Although the scar was now overridden by dark bruises the raised flesh was an intimidating sight, and for Charlie especially, it served as a grim reminder of how her recklessness had harmed the single most important thing in her life. Somewhere along the way, their positions had changed. Nowadays it seemed like Charlie was the protective caretaker while her brother was off gallivanting in the night. She had assumed it a side-effect of their change in lifestyleafter all, the city had a way of bringing out the daredevil in most people, especially young teenagers like they had been when the streets of New Orleans first seduced them. It wasnt as if Charlie had played it safe either being at the head of a cartel was risky business to say the least. However, while she took on most of the enterprise-related transactions, he had gained a reputation as a rather infamous gangster and rake. Her brother had become almost... self-destructive in recent years and sometimes that frightened her. She often wondered whether the change wasnt somehow her own fault since, despite their incontestable closeness, she sometimes felt that he was keeping something from her hidden. Trying to shake off the expression of pained guilt that had overtaken her features in the hopes that he hadnt noticed, she brought her gaze back up to match his. A winner you may be, mon frre victorieux , but self-healing you are not. Charlie pulled him forward again a little less roughly, placing both her hands on each of his sculpted forearms and manoeuvring him so that his back faced the living room couch. Now sit down and wait here while I get the surgical thread and salve. Dont , she emphasised while her arms crossed over her chest, try to argue with me on this. Her eyes narrowed in a scolding fashion that only served to accentuate their feline shape as her thick lashes overshadowed them before she summarily turned on her heel and disappeared into the bathroom.