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Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Bartiel noticed her hesitation when he took her arm. He and Abel, while looking more or less identical, had many differences. One being that while Abel was a bully and a thug, Bartiel was a martial artist , and knew how to read the movements of a person. As she mentioned that she had other things to do, he smiled a little bit and nodded as he reached out, lightly running a hand through her hair. Positive reinforcement. I can't imagine what those jackasses have done to your self esteem, he thought to himself. Even though he didn't think it was right for her to be here when only he was around, it was better than her being at her actual 'home'. As she mentioned she wasn't much of a cook, he nodded a little bit as she said she wasn't much of a cook, but she was tidy. I'll teach you some recipes, he said to her. Mother was always a terrible cook, and Papa...was always a terrible cook. I've been cooking for them since I was seven. How irresponsible, letting a seven-year-old use the stove, he joked very softly, giving his sister a smile, before she said that there wasn't an empty beer bottle around. He raised an eyebrow. Don't worry about it, I don't mind. Mom, Papa, and me usually have a glass of red wine with dinner, but beyond that I avoid alchohol, he explained. He didn't like the way she was just seeming to...shrivel up in front of him. He'd have to break her of that. If you want some, I can pour you a glass...at dinnertime, he said, as if the red wine with dinner was a hard, stern rule that he couldn't break, or else. Sitting down across from her at the couch, Bartiel let out a soft sigh, relaxing a bit in his chair. Even when he sat back, his posture was good. Man, the supermarket was hell today. I'm so tired...do you know how to give a massage? he asked, glancing in Morgan's direction.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

She couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. I think you were probably a very responsible 7 year old. More so then I ever was, or will be. his gentle touch had given her chills, that were not of fear for once. Morgan could still feel his hands in her rather long hair, it had been nice. It made her feel appreciated. I warn you I'm a hopeless cook I think I can burn water if I try hard enough. Oh no, I don't care much for alcohol. It never smells very pleasant and I can't imagine how it would taste. she waved hand slightly before turning to look back at him struggling to maintain a somewhat comfortable demeanor in front of him. I'm just not used to not seeing them everywhere I look. I clean and clean and they always seem to reproduce. Not that he needed to know that much of her personal life. Saying something like that would've gotten her smacked across the face at home. A massage? she questioned Yes of course, I've had a lot of practice. standing up she walked behind where he was sitting. Looking around she rolled up her shirt sleeves revealing several dark finger shaped bruises on her thin wrists. It wasn't as though he could see, so for the moment it was fine. After all the sleeves were so long and they always got in the way of her rather clever fingers. Hesitantly she started to rub his shoulders finding the bigger knots and loosening them before moving to the smaller. At one point she'd had a boyfriend, real sweet guy. He loved massages, but when her father found out. Well needless to say it was a text message break up saying he was somewhere in New York. Is this okay? she murmured softly. After theyd found out about her skill, both Able and her father had taken to demanding one every night. If she did it wrong, well dinner had never been that important of a meal anyways.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Bartiel chuckled when she said that she was a hopeless cook. Well, if it's true then I'll keep cooking, but if I can teach you, I'd like it if you could learn to cook so I don't have to every night, he said. He was her younger brother, so really, it would be rather impolite and disrespectful for him to tell her what to do, but she was staying because of his benevolence if not commands, he could lay out a few expectations. Bartiel didn't need to sit up for her to massage his back he always sat up straight, always moving with a great deal of poise. As she began to rub his back, the youth closed his eyes and let out a soft murmur, leaning his head back the tiniest bit. When she asked if it was okay, Bartiel nodded. It feels good, he commented quietly. After a moment, Bartiel took off his shirt so that he could be massaged more easily. Bartiel had...a rather notable slash across his chest. It wasn't too thick, or disfiguring, but it was an incredibly long line which ran almost from shoulder to hip. His chest and back were incredibly well toned, and Bartiel had something of a mild six-pack nothing with protruding muscles, but there was definitely definition. Don't mind the scar, he said, laying on his front, giving her a chance to straddle him and touch him while he laid down in a more relaxed position. Martial arts practice with live steel. I made a mistake and got sliced open, but I got better, he explained, relaxing.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

I think I got a bit carried away A barely noticeable blush covered her light cheeks when he removed his shirt. She's been so caught up in the massage, that her mind had gone to a rather pleasant place if often did when she was enjoying something. Almost like she wanted to lock the memory away and catalog it for future reference. Sort of like when everything seemed dark she'd always remember the day she gave her brother a massage with the sun highlighting his skin perfectly. She yanked her sleeves down frightened of what he might have seen when he showed her the thin scar. Oddly enough she'd wanted to trace it, feel the tone muscle beneath his skin. Morgan was curious, she wanted to know more. He was a martial artist was he? He'd never mentioned that to her over the phone. What sort did he practice, how good was he at it? Questions upon questions stacked in her mind as she straddled him without really thinking and continued the massage. Her hands rhythmically rubbed and kneaded his back with a sort of ease that was never apparent when people actually looked at her. If one was perfectly quiet you could hear her singing what sounded like Parallel Universe, one of her favorite songs. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows now displaying bruises and cuts old and new that peppered her skin. However she was too deep in the rhythm of her massage to really think that he might notice them. In fact she hadn't realized it but it was becoming less like a regular massage she did for her brother, and more like the sensual one she'd taught herself for her boyfriend. All that was missing was the oil she often used for the rare moments of privacy the two had shared. But as she came out of her distracted mind, she realized and the change in technique was obvious. I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that....I hope it didn't bother you. she said suddenly stopping and pulling her sleeves back down. I should get my suitcase and take a shower now. I'll just leave you to your own devices. and she prepared to stand.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Bartiel closed his eyes as he felt his sister's massage moving over his body. Bartiel really spent so much time alone, had such a hard time socializing that he wasn't used to massages like this, and his mind just melted as she straddled him, enjoying the feel of her weight on his body. His breath's pace quickened just a little bit as he pressed his cheek into the sofa, his eyes remaining facing down. He didn't look up to see her bruises and cuts. As her hands began to become slightly more...sensual, his breath quickened. What is she doing...? his mind asked softly as he felt the massage move lower at times...became more intense. It felt wonderful. Feeling her hands stop, he realized what an effect it had on him he was beginning to get a massage. Shit he thought to himself when he realized what was happening, and as she stood, Bartiel bit his lip and moved carefully, so that his mild arousal wouldn't be noticable. It wasn't a full-blown hard-on, so he was fine. It's fine. I've never had a massage like that. What kinda technique is that? he asked, smiling, acting as if it was innocent. Well, he honestly didn't know it wasn't innocent, he just knew that somewhere along the line, he felt like there might have been a little bit of passion going into the movements of the massage. Thinking about that caused his cheeks to pinken as he found himself looking at his half-sister objectively, noticing her to be an incredibly pretty, if shy, girl. After a moment's pause, though, he nodded. You can go ahead and do that, I guess. I shower in the mornings, and after dance practice, so I'll get started on dinner while you shower, he said, hesitating, before standing up, not bothering to put a shirt on, even as he gave a weak smile and headed to the kitchen, trying to stave off incestuous thoughts and feelings.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

She was already half way to the stairs when he stood. I...I'm not sure. I think I read it in a magazine a while ago. I got a little caught up. it was a blatant lie, obvious by how she refused to look up at him. What bothered her most was she'd enjoyed it too, almost thinking of him a just regular guy then her own brother. Funny thing was, he was just a regular guy to her. The family bond that was supposed to be there the one that would've said STOP, it just didn't exist with them. As hard as she tried, telling herself over and over, Bartiel was more of a friend then a relative. Shaking her head she grabbed her suitcase from the front of the studio and carried it back up. It was actually rather light she didn't have much in the way of clothing. Mainly long baggy shirts and jeans that were a size or two too big for her slender hips. It was the easiest way to hide the obvious signs of abuse. Naturally she'd been sent to the school counselor and several other people, but she denied it easily. After all it wasn't as though she'd changed the way she acted suddenly. For all the desire she had to stay in the water until it went cold she knew it'd be rude. So about 20 minutes later she stepped onto the white fluffy carpet and turned off the water, grabbing a nearby towel drying her face. However Morgan caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. A thin slip of a girl looked back at her dark spots on her stomach and sides. Scratches above her full breasts, no they never sexually assaulted her it was just and easy place to hide injuries. Shaking her head she dressed in her usual attire and exited in the process of tying her damp hair back. I forgot...where did you say I could sleep? she called into the kitchen determined to forget the massage incident.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Bartiel smiled as he watched her go, his eyes falling to her hips, watching her ass sway a little bit as he watched her leave, smiling...before he tensed up. Wait, what was he doing? Looking at his sister that way? He shook his head, trying to forget the words that his mother said. Don't do anything funny to Morgan while we're away, she said while giving him a stern look, he recalled. Like she thought that he would try something funny. As Morgan took her shower, Bartiel made dinner, a well-spiced beef stew. He hummed very softly, beginning to prepare some potatoes, knowing exactly how long the stew would take, before he sat down and picked up his book again to kill time until his sister came out of the shower. Once she was out, Bartiel glanced up at her when she asked the question. I didn't, he called back, frankly. He hadn't quite decided, yet. I guess you can stay in mom and Papa's room. They won't mind, and I don't feel like giving up my room, he called out, being rather frank about the situation.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Your parent's room? she echoed softly her eyes flicking towards him. That seemed...well even if they weren't here. It seemed like an invasion of privacy, and that made fear squirm in her stomach. I'll just take the couch I don't want to steal their room away if they come home early or something. Morgan had after all packed herself a pillow and some blankets just in case. I really don't mind at all. Opening the duffle bag she pulled out her pillow and several blankets all neatly folded and stacked them on the edge of the couch. Everyday she'd simply return them to her bags and it would look as though it hadn't been slept on at all. That way his living room remained neat, and she didn't feel like she was totally invading his house, even though she sort of was. Mmmm that smells good. she commented as she wandered into the kitchen smiling. The brunette hadn't had a home cooked meal if several years, most of the time she lived off frozen dinners. It was all she could afford on her meager pay check. Sitting across from him she looked around the room, the kitchen like the rest of the apartment was very modern and clean. Nothing broken and no dishes in the sink, it was quite nice. However wandering eyes soon landed on her half brother whom was still without a shirt. He really was in fantastic shape it had to be from his practice. Bartiel I don't mean to be a bother, but what kind of martial arts do you practice? it was a sudden question but she needed to keep herself sidetracked. Bad girl no checking him out, he's your brother...plus even if he wasn't. He'd never be interested in me. Probably has tons of girls after him, he does teach at a dance studio after all.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Bartiel glanced in her direction when she asked about the parents' room. It's really alright I asked them if you could stay in there before they left and they said alright. But if you don't want it... he said, thinking about it. ...Well, I have a queen sized bed anyways. I can share it. ...Or you can sleep on the couch. The couch was bumpy, hurt like hell, and even had a spring which occasionally poked through, leading him to accidently cut himself on the spring once. He hated the couch. They needed a new one. So he would be gentlemanly enough to share his bed, but he drew the line at him being removed from his room. As Morgan's eyes wandered, Bartiel's eyes focused on her eyes. What's she looking at? he thought quietly, as he looked at her, admitting that he was examining her a little bit. Unlike her, he wasn't trying to really stop himself he was simply acknowlaging that she was a very beautiful woman and tried to tell himself that he was admiring her like a piece of art, not admiring her like an opposite member of the species. Lying to himself was easier. When their eyes met and she asked what kind of martial arts, he shrugged. A mix of Baguazhang a chiense martial art based on yin and yang and judo. It's not very effective for attacking, but I can protect myself from five or six people coming at me at once, he said casually, before looking at her. Why? Do you want to learn how to throw people? he asked, standing up and going to the stew, adding some seasonings and such, stirring it again.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Had she just put herself between a rock and a hard place? Why yes, yes she had. Sleep with her brother or sleep on what she just realized to be a rather uncomfortable couch. Both weren't on her list of top choices, especially considering how she viewed her brother. I...I guess I could share your bed. I just... she stopped talking at that point and stared down at her hands in thought. She really, really didn't want to invade his parent's privacy anymore then she wanted to invade his. However at least he had given her permission to go into his room. Unless of course you would prefer me in the other bedroom? There let him decide since she wasn't sure she could do it herself. She was never given choices in her world. She was simply told what to do and she did it, or else she'd face punishment. The voice of her drunken father echoed in her brain at that point. Do what I say or would you rather have a conversation with my boot again? No sir, I'll go clean the garage... that had been a nightmare. She ended up with several spider bites and a nasty infection on her knee when she skinned it on the floor. Shaking her head she turned back to him and smiled slightly. Would you teach me? she questioned. I mean I'm not sure if I'll be any good at it, but I'd like to give it a try. a way to defend herself would be lovely when she returned home. If not against her father, more her brother. She was terrified of her dad and only mildly frightened of Able. He was usually to busy with girlfriends to care much about her. She actually felt sorrier for the girls he dated then herself. Still he always managed to find more, girls like her shy and love starved. He'd lure them with sweet words and promises and when they were finally alone, the monster always reared its head.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Bartiel raised an eyebrow when she said that she would prefer if he used the other bedroom. In a word, yes. Yes, he would. It would mean he'd have his own free space to read his porn at night, take care of that business, and that he would have his private area. But at the same time, Morgan seemed so crushed, so...shy, that he wanted to wrap his arms around her and protect her, even though as his older sister she should be doing that. Plus she was a cute girl, and waking up to a cute girl was also a wonderful thing, even if he could only really look. Seeing as they hadn't grown up together, and she was only his half-sister, he didn't feel like too much of a pervert, just a little bit of one. My room, he said to her, looking at her with a smile. That way you're nearer to me, he said to her. He didn't bother trying to hide the fact that he wanted to be close to his sister after all, she was his sister. Still, when she asked if she wanted to learn, he paused for a moment, raising an eyeball. ...Just so you know, learning martial arts involves having the techniques used on you...even if they're used with the punches pulled and with gentle grabs for the throws, it still requires I hit you or throw you, he explained to her. Not that I think it'll do damage, but.... well, if you have any other major bruises or injuries, it's not a good idea, he commented to her, with a shrug. I'll teach you in two weeks. That way you have time to heal...if there is anything wrong, he said, nonchalantly as he returned to the soup, but he looked at her with eyes which showed he knew what dark events happened behind closed doors.
Thread: Refuge in my Brother((Siren&Azuriyuu))

Her eyes widened slightly displaying her shock at that knowing look in his eyes when he mentioned healing. Was it really that obvious? I mean sure she dressed like it, but it wasn't as though it showed in her personality did it? Sighing she turned away from him, of course it showed in how she acted. Morgan had never been able to hide the truth from anyone, except the people at school. But they never wanted to believe she was being hurt in the first place so they didn't. Human minds really were fascinating things. I'm sure it's not going to be that bad. Since I know you'd be teaching me, not just hurting me because you choose to. or at least that's what she told herself. He had been nothing but kind since she came. Never coming at her too fast or showing any sort of aggressive behavior. Sure she'd only been here for a few hours, but she was already starting to trust him. I'll move my stuff into your room then I suppose. she stood again and dusted her hands on her jeans. What on earth had she gotten herself into? It didn't take long for her to set her stuff in some unobtrusive corner of his room and return back into the kitchen even more subconscious then before. It felt like he knew some deep dark secret about her now. She really didn't like it at all, even though she was pretty sure everyone knew anyways. But knowing someone knew, that was what bothered her. Look it's not that....never mind. Thanks again for letting me stay Bartiel, and I can't wait to taste that stew it smells heavenly.
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Bartiel looked at his sister hesitantly when she said she'd he'd be teaching her. At that, he nodded. That's correct. But even still, my teaching methods are sort of brutal. I can't be gentle or coddle you...at all, really. I won't be excessive, and I won't break bones, but you're gonna be aching all over for...oh....July, he said flatly. Maybe he could be gentler, go slower, but he only had three months with her, so she would have to get the crash course, which involved a lot of crashing. After she moved her stuff, Bartiel went sort of quiet, thinking about what to say. As his sister mentioned the stew, he smiled, but he noticed that she was going to make an excuse for her flinchy and nervous way of behaving. Leaning back against the stoveBut none of the burners, he looked his sister dead-on. I lied about the scar on my chest. ...Here, Let me tell you a story, sis. Of why I'm not allowed to visit you and Abel, and why Tyrin, he refused to call their father by name, Doesn't look at me. It started when I was six and Abel was 10. I saw him throwing pinecones at a bird's nest, and asked him why he was doing it. He said that it was because it was his tree. When I tried to stop him, he punched me in the jaw, then forced me to watch as he broke the necks of three baby birds... then drowned the fourth, he said, his eyes hardening. ...I knew then that Abel was a sociopath, and Tyrin raised him into one. So I asked mom to teach me martial arts. When I was twelve and Abel was sixteen when you were away, he was in his room with a girl. She was trying to leave and said she didn't want it that way, so I stopped Abel and he tackled me to the ground and tried to choke me. So I reversed it and beat him until he told me to stop, I beat him until he swore at me to stop, and I stopped when he asked me to stop. Then he pulled a knife and tried to slice me from crown to crest. So I beat him until he was unconcious, he said, reaching and lightly running a finger along his scar. Anyways, afterwards, Tyrin tried to beat me, so I broke his hand and ran away, getting on the train and coming back to Mom's house. So that's how I know they abuse you, sis, because that's just the kind of people they are, he explained to her. ...Sorry if you're scared, now. You can sleep in mom and Papa's room if you're scared of me now, he said with a pathetically weak smile.