the lines we toe: starcrossed lovers {birch v. blackmore}

[k!ah]

A R A G O R N B L A CK M O R E I was pushed passed my limits, my mind, my temper to far gone to grab clasp of and rein in. Already I had made a scene inside the dinning hall, my voice had rang out loud and clear as I told that Birch how no one cared about the dead ones. Which might be partly a lie. Yes I was a harsh guy, but deep down inside me very deep down I knew that I cared. They were a good family a loosing there own must not have been easy for them. But when I said something about this world being a merciless place I meant it. The weak will perish in this world, this world which was a living hell. Only the string survived, and my family was strong- even I could admit that. We are a powerful bunch, a sadistic, crazy, influential, rich bunch, a family who you should not step on the wrong side of. "The truth comes out huh Aragorn? I dare you to kick me to the curb. You act like each and every one of us in this house are slaves to you. The others maybe afraid of you, but not me. I'm done being your bitch. I'm a free man Aragorn. Kick me out? So be it, but I will not stay in a house where I'm not welcomed." The sound of Logan’s ear splitting voice makes it to my ears and I freeze, a wicked smile creeping onto my lips. Every word he had just said was true, I did act like each of them belonged to me, because in short they did. I was the reason why they could still call this manner their home, they were my pets, my slaves. They did what I said, some because of fear and others because they actually admired me. I was their master. They would not speak back to me. Slowly I turn back to face Logan, my smile only growing wider, my eyes flashing wildly. “Oh, my dear brother. You are so right. You are my slaves. You are my little pawn pieces in life and I will do what I want with you, with the others because I own you.” My voice is low, but I knew that each word had made it to my brothers ears. Each and everyone of them. “I don’t care what you think of me, I don't care about you at all. Leave the house for all I care, be homeless and survive off of the scrapes that pass buyers may throw at you. Leave and never come back. Just don't ever- ever- falsely accuse me of something so digesting again.” I threaten him, walking so I was only a nose length away. “If you do I will make sure that you can never speak again.” I stay there for a moment longer before pulling away, my smile no longer wicked but frightening. “Thats, my dear brother, is a promise.” I turn away once again but only to find myself face to face with another filthy Birch. Words dribble from his lips like the some foul liquid that makes me want to gag. Anger boils up within me like a post of water that had been on the heat for too long. He says something about me being complete bullshit and frankly, I couldn't give a fuck about how this low life Birch thought about me. Why was he even hear, spitting words, that he probably thought ,was wisdom at me? I was tempted just to walk away tom him, to slam a door in his face, or even to give him a small whack over the head, but I hold back and allow his drooling voice to slide through the air a little longer. Soon there is silence, and I realise that the brat had stopped speaking. thank god- suddenly his fist goes flying into my face followed by some snide remark that i could even hear because of the anger that surged through me. This fucker was my guest and he was inflicting abuse on me? Who the fuck did he think he was? Was he trying to start a war between these two families because at the rate he was going his petty wish was about to come true. I hear Logan spit some words out at me and I hear another voice also jointing the milled sounds but I couldn't hear a odd that was begin said, my anger focused on the brat who had just sent his fist flying into my face. I wanted to strangle him, watch has his life drained from his skin, then I wanted to rip his teeth out and put then in a jar named ‘Birch’ where I would stare at them each night remembering the satisfaction that had raced through me when I had ripped them from their beds. But before I can even make a move for the boy Kaia is there with the boy pressed up against the wall, a knife too his throat. A poisonous smile spreads across my face. Kaia had always been reliable, one of the only Blackmore’s that I actually trusted. I knew that she would never turn her back on me, she cared for me, idolised me even, and at this moment right now, I almost felt as though I cared for her. "Hello there," she purrs, "I don't believe we've met properly.” I walk up behind the two, my eyes as cold as the ice that forms on the ground in the middle of winter. “Who do you think you are, boy? Attacking the host of this party. You do realise whose house you are in and the, uh, interesting habits that exist amongst us, don't you? I wouldn't even hesitate to offer you to any of them, and I know that they will gladly take you, Birch or not. If I said it is ok, they will do as they please. As you said before, They are my puppets, I am their master. You ever try shit like that agin, and I swear to you that it will be your last time.” I don't hit the boy back, that would just make me as worse as him, instead I leave the threat to hang in the ai a moment longer, my deadly gaze locked to his. Then I turn away and lean down so that I could talk into Kaia’s ear. “Thank-you,” I whisper. I never say thank, but I think she deserved it. Turning away I leave the boy to Kaia, my feet taking me back into the room where the party awaited me, barely realising Logan’s absence. template by chelsey

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