Arragon tuff-er than u // Meghan// Blitz

[k!ah]

My feet seem to barely touch the ground as I wander through the quiet hallways of my home, my feet leading me down the stair and to the door which would lead me out onto the lonely streets of my home. There was nothing like a midnight walk to allow your thoughts to fly free through the galloping wind of the breeze that whipped impatiently back and forth through my thick dark locks of hair. I smile into the wind, my ops peking back over the white pearls of my teeth. Small dimples formed in the golden pallets of my cheeks and I open my arms wide, inviting in the cool breeze that embraced me just as eagerly. Sometimes I wished I could stand out here forever, my mind wandering, my body embracing the wind that hugged me tight.

[Meghan]

I could hear the idiot slipping out the door even as I pretended to slumber, my chest rising and falling in even breaths. As soon as he's outside I throw my covers off and grab a knife. If he's out to have some fun, I want in. I'm hoping that none of my siblings are awake. They would only get underfoot as I attempted some good-old fashioned torture. Nobody wanted that at 12am, least of all myself.

I open the door with a click and watch Aragorn take in the wind. Why wasn't he on his way to the alley? He was so lame. "What are you doing out here?"

[k!ah]

The wind held me tight, and I didn't try to pull away. I was as though my mind was beinging twisted tightly with the breeze, my mind sweeping in and out around and through me. It was beautiful- until I heard the gruff voice of Tuff behind me. "What are you doing?" What does it look like I am doing you fool? I wanted o grit a him. But I held the foul words in, closing my eyes for a moment. "Trying to rid my mind from your annoying voice," I say, my voice radiating with the boredom.

Closing my hands and letting them fall to my side I open my eyes and turned to face the boy who was my Twin brother. Every time I looked at him, each and every time, the first thought thats flies into my mind; how was I related to this guy? We looked nothing the like each other, nothing at all. "what do you want?"

[Meghan]

Aragorn is grumpy, as always, and he snaps at me as I close the door and walk impatiently towards him. I hadn't hurt anyone in two days. Of course I had followed him, what did he expect? "Oh la de da da." I respond, not bothering to hide my knife behind my back. Let him look, I don't mind. "You know what I want, Ar. What do I always want?" I want to feel the excitement that only getting somebody to stab their significant other can bring. I just want the thrill of a homeless guy bashing his own skull in with a bottle of alcohol can bring. I want to feel my hands around somebody's neck.

"Come out with me tonight, Ar. It'll be fun... I promise." Maybe we could bring somebody home tonight. Let them have some... fun... yes... fun.