|
|
|
|
|
The Wizarding World Captain
|
 Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 3:54 pm
 Home to Mirren and Dedra Mulciber and their four children, the House in the Mire is nestled deep in a fog-heavy swamp and is quite difficult to find. The house itself is in shambles; lost windowpanes are replaced with boards and thorned weeds choke off any flowers that dare blossom in the yard. And just behind the house, dark figures lurk beneath muddy waters...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 3:57 pm
*Sweeps into the kitchen clothed in naught but a thin black veil of a robe, which billows partially open as he comes to stand before the refrigerator; draws it open and frowns at its contents thoughtfully*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:00 pm
*Glances up from where he's perched on the edge of the table, having been picking at the remains of his sliced apple for the past hour. Scowls in irritation before he looks away from his father, obviously disgusted*
Isn't that Mother's robe?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:02 pm
Yes, well, your mother, Drusilla and I are famished.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:03 pm
Good luck finding anything edible.
*Gracefully slips off the table, grabbing up the remaining slices and the small knife he used to cut the apple in the first place.*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:05 pm
*Spies the apple* ...Severn, you were raised to share.
Your mother's salary doesn't come in until the beginning of the month. *Slightly sharp tone* We have three days and what is left is what we have for those three days.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:07 pm
*Glowers* Perhaps, you wouldn't be in want if you had a salary coming in like Mother.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:08 pm
*Smacks his son across the face; not particularly rough, but with a sting*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:10 pm
It only shows you're not of any worth if you can't even be secure in the fact she takes care of us.
*Moves past him, tossing the apple remains into the trash without blinking, though still carrying the knife*
Touch me again, see what happens to you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:14 pm
How dare you threaten me! *Snarls, grabbing Severn's shoulder to yank him back* You disrespectful little brat! You have no IDEA what I've endured to have the right to raise you, what I sacrificed, what Dedra sacrifices so I can remain here -- you're so arrogant as you mock me, but if you knew what I was capable of, you little s**t, you'd be terrified... the things I've done would make you clutch those creepy little dolls of yours and hide.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:17 pm
Why do you show so much insecurity, Father?
*Watches him coldly, delicate fingers curling around the handle of the knife in an idle threat*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:18 pm
*Grabs Severn's chin in a tight, unyielding grip; harshly angles the boy's face so their eyes meet in a mutual glower* Why do you question and defy my every word?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:21 pm
Because I want you to make that one move....the one that justifies me slitting your treacherous, useless throat- Mother.
*Eyes go wide, hiding the knife in the sleeve of his shirt*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:23 pm
Mirren, what's going on? Let go of him.
*Sweeps in, not having heard the exchange between the two. Allows Severn to jerk away from his father and hide behind her*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 4:24 pm
Oh for Merlin's sake! *Throws up his hands and sweeps past both of them, ranting unintelligibly as he storms up the stairs* DRUSILLA! DRUSILLA!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
