Brotherly Love [Belle]

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Curse Jinx
Abandon entoure d’abandon
tendresse touchant aux tendresses
C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse
se caresse, dirait-on


Curse was sitting in his room reading his plant encyclopedia. He thought it was fascinating the way two very similar looking plants can have two completely different properties. Like how mint is a great herb but it's counter part is a deadly poison. He never liked the actual fighting part of the Games. He has always loved the relationship it forms and the drama it causes. Like the last Games when Elon was killed in front of Klaus by his own ally Fitz. Oh that was juicy. I wonder what Klaus is doing right now. Is he doing ok? He wondered as he put the book in his lap, bringing his head up. His eyes still trying to get used to reality.In his head he was fighting through some frozen tundra giving his enemy some poison fruit his enemies while kissing the cutie he met during training. Then at the Finale the fog covered the Cornucopia making it almost impossible to see. But he ran out of plants and he had nothing but knife on him. Then he was stabbed but his own ally.At least my death is dramaticHe thought as he blinked away the fog from his eyes. He saw a figure in the doorway and freaked out at first.Then he realized it was one of his brothers. At first he thought it was Phoenix, but then he realized that it was AresI wonder what he's doing here. Shouldn't he be ripping someone's arm off or something?

”Hey Ares, I wasn't expecting to see you there. Aren't you supposed to be at the gym or something?” He asked his brother his some worry behind his tone. He didn't exactly have the greatest trust in Ares. Yet who really did? He was a killing machine trying to get into a fight anyway possible. Luckily Curse had his knife under his pillow so he could protect himself. He was about the same size as Curse but Ares was a lot scarier and tougher. He could rip Curse into pieces in a matter of seconds. But usually he doesn't attack his family like that. Still Ares wasn't the most approachable man in the world. Curse cautiously pulled his chair out for Ares as he sat down looking at Curse. Then he heard something he thought he'd never hear from Ares, “Hey”
Abandon surrounding abandon
tenderness touching tenderness
Your oneness endlessly
Caresses itself, so they say

[southernbelle96]

We villians are a very select group indeed. In the very desperation of our hate rests our strength. - Cyclops, Greek Mythology

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Silvery gold rays of light shine through the opaque window in my room. I lay still on my bed as the light shines on my eyes. I can't see them, of course, but I know that with the light on them they shine a blue as deep as any flawless sapphire. I close them gently. And inhale. The alarm clock suddenly starts to squeal and with a snarl I roll on my side and slap it off the end table. It flies across the room before meeting its fate as it shatters against the wall. I narrow my eyes and sit up. I push a hand through my dirty blonde hair with a sigh. I glance fleetingly at the pile of broken clock bits, before turning to the mirror of my room. I looked like a cracked statue of a God. The God of War, mind you. But beauty and strength were worthless... until you used them for power.

With another of one of my famous sighs I push off of my bed and walk into the bathroom. I don't even glance at the bathroom mirror, and pull off my lounge pants. After my flesh is free from the confinements of clothes I step into the shower. I turn on the shower head and close my eyes, before the water pounds down on my flesh. It burns. But I don't care. Some people say cold water makes you stronger, but I believe that hot water is what sharpens your inner core. For when you can withstand the hottest of waters, you are that much closer to being adapted to the fires of Hell. I just stand there, letting the water scorch my ivory skin, before stepping back from the hot cascade of water, grabbing a bar of soap, and lathering up. After I am fully covered in cleansing suds I step back into the cascade of water. The suds slide off of my flesh and I sigh as steam from the hot water rolls out of the shower and the smoky tendrils caress the bathroom mirror's surface. Fogging it up.

After my skin is cleaned, and I pour some shampoo into my hand and wash my hair, I turn off the shower head and step out of the shower. After drying myself I then stroll back into my room. I pull out the necessaries from a drawer, underwear and socks, before I go to my closet and take out a pair of ripped jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. I walk back into the bathroom after feeling the polyester against my fingers. The bathroom mirror is only slightly foggy now and I can halfway make out my sharp face. I pull on my underwear, jump into my jeans, and slide into the shirt. I sit down on the toilet and jerk my socks onto my big feet. After everything is on I turn back to the mirror. It's clear now, and I can see myself perfectly. I ruffle up my hair, and after looking around, wink at my reflection. Hotness.

I go back into my room, pull some black shoes from my closet, and then close the door. I sit down on my bed and slide my feet into them. I then continue to sit there and think of something to do. Run on the beach, maybe? I turn and look out my window and I suddenly notice a downpour. I raise a 'brow. I guess it must of started when I was in the shower. I sigh and then decide I might as well do something. I step out into the hall and walk past the doors. I glance around for the first open door before finding one. Curse's room. Eh, at least he could hold up a conversation. I brace myself before walking into his room and leaning on the door-frame. He glances up at me before putting the book in his lap away and standing up.

”Hey Ares, I wasn't expecting to see you there. Aren't you supposed to be at the gym or something?” he asks, with a pondering face. I just shrug. Did he honestly expect me to walk in this downpour just to train? I'm already in mint condition. He then pulled out a chair for me and I stepped in.

My throat felt strangely scratchy, but I managed to talk. "Hey," I said. And Curse looked rather surprised. I smirked to myself. "What? Never heard of brotherly love?"

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Curse Jinx
Abandon entoure d’abandon
tendresse touchant aux tendresses
C'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse
se caresse, dirait-on


Ares just shrugs at Curse's question and that's Curse realizes that Ares is dressed up. Well at least Ares' version of dressed up, nice black shoes and jeans with simple black shirt. Well he's dressed up for something Curse muses to himself. Wondering what the nice set-up was for. Maybe he's going outside he thought then looks outside. It's pouring rain and the clouds are perpetually dark, with no sign of letting up. “Well there goes my outfit” Curse says grudgingly as he looks down at his own outfit. He is wearing a simple sleeveless shirt and a swim suit. The cotton's soft against his skin making a smooth blanket over him. But a blanket is only so thin against the torrential down pour. And he enjoys not having any underwear on. “Well now I have to change” he whines and stalks to his closet.

It wasn't that big of a closet but it had enough room for him to walk in. It's small and cozy and hold everything that it needs to. All of his shirts are hanging up like leaves on a tree, while his pants form the roots in draws on the bottom. His undergarments are hanging on the door. The closet didn't have enough room for Curse to change in so he grabbed some sweats and a jacket and walks out to his room. “Well I'm going to change so if you want you can stay” Curse states as he takes off his shirt. He puts his jacket on and pulls his sweats over his trunks. He noticed that Ares is just sitting there, watching him. Well he's my brother and another guy so he can watch all he wants Curse reasoned in his head. “What? Never heard of brotherly love” Ares asked with a smirk on his face. Sarcasm seemed to lace his voice.

“Well not from you” Curse replied bluntly. “You're not always the most warm and inviting person in the world. And you sound extremely sick.” He hears the scratchiness in his brother's voice. The thought of him getting sick was unbearable. And actually kind of funny, the great Ares, the mighty war god falls to a virus. Curse sees though that Ares is still sitting there, not really showing much of any emotion. “Is everything alright?” he inquires of his brother with genuine care. He actually cares about his family sometimes. When they aren't trying to kill each other. He sits down next to his brother and scoots in close next to him. Hoping to get closer to his brother.

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