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raith_rogue) wrote2011-09-06 10:21 pm
raith_rogue) wrote2011-09-06 10:21 pm
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To Kill a Puck--Family Matters
Thomas strode into Lara’s office without hesitating, leaving a shocked Justine staring after him, looking surprised and a little hurt. “Where is he?” he demanded, placing his palms flat on the large desk and leaning toward her, intense and angry.
“Why Tommy, what a surprise to see you,” Lara drawled, looking unfazed by the daggers he was glaring at her. “Where is who?”
“You know damn well who. I told you you couldn’t have him, so you took him yourself,” Thomas snarled, somehow managing to resist the urge to hurdle the desk and wrap his hands around her neck. “And I’m here to take him back.”
Lara blinked a few times, sitting back. “Oh dear. Have you misplaced your thrall, brother dear? That is the problem with pucks. So fickle. He must have agreed with me on one point; you weren’t enough to keep him satisfied.”
“Don’t. Play. Games. With. Me,” Thomas gritted out from clenched teeth, his eyes silver as he pulled on his demon’s energy, ready to fight for Robin if he had to. “Neither of us want this to get physical, so just return him to me and we’ll leave.”
“No, we don’t. So messy,” Lara agreed, patting her perfectly cascading blue-black curls. “But I’m afraid I don’t have your little toy. I have other concerns at the moment, and plenty of other delicious bucks to satisfy my Hunger.”
Thomas looked at her for a long moment. He knew the latter was true, but if Lara wasn’t keeping Robin...the other options just weren’t ones Thomas wanted to think about. Dead, captured by enemies, or...simply done with him, none of them would ease the tight knot of pain and worry he’d carried in his chest the last two days. He had to be here. That was all there was to it.
“Give him back to me and you will have my full assistance with your little...Malvora trouble,” Thomas answered calmly, much more calmly than he felt.
That got a reaction from Lara, small and brief thought it may have been. “...Why Tommy. And here I thought surely you’d forgotten how to be a true Raith, considering the company you keep these days. Speaking of which, if you’ve truly misplaced your pucktoy,” she smiled at the phrase, “why aren’t you asking your little wizard...friend for help? Isn’t that what he’s good for? Helping those in need?” She pursed her lips as if tasting something slightly unpleasant.
Thomas didn’t need the reminder that as he knew her secret, she knew his as well. And he didn’t care to explain that Harry and Robin had a rousing mutual dislike club going that made him reluctant to go to his brother for help, especially when there were other avenues to explore first. “If I find out you’re lying to me, you will live to regret it,” he said softly.
Lara laughed that maddening, melodic laugh of hers. “Dear brother. Remember where you are. Lies are everything--save when the truth is more fun.” She smirked and bent her head over the document in front of her. “Now if we’re finished, I’m quite busy. Do show yourself out. You know the way.”
Thomas clenched his fists at his sides, briefly contemplating sororicide. Then he turned and walked out, giving Justine a small nod as he passed, not letting himself really look at her. If Lara wanted to play coy, he’d just have to come back and see for himself. He knew these grounds as well as she did, knew how to get in and out without being detected--and he knew all of the best places to keep a prisoner...or hide a body.
Tomorrow then. He’d come back tomorrow night, and if Robin was there, Thomas would find him and get him out. What happened after that was up to Robin.
Lara looked up after Thomas turned away, watching him go with shrewdly narrowed eyes. So the puck was more than a thrall. Her brother had gone and done it again, he hadn’t learned after what had happened with Justine.
“Oh, Tommy. You sentimental little idiot,” she murmured, shaking her head. Now. How could she use this knowledge for her own purposes?
“Why Tommy, what a surprise to see you,” Lara drawled, looking unfazed by the daggers he was glaring at her. “Where is who?”
“You know damn well who. I told you you couldn’t have him, so you took him yourself,” Thomas snarled, somehow managing to resist the urge to hurdle the desk and wrap his hands around her neck. “And I’m here to take him back.”
Lara blinked a few times, sitting back. “Oh dear. Have you misplaced your thrall, brother dear? That is the problem with pucks. So fickle. He must have agreed with me on one point; you weren’t enough to keep him satisfied.”
“Don’t. Play. Games. With. Me,” Thomas gritted out from clenched teeth, his eyes silver as he pulled on his demon’s energy, ready to fight for Robin if he had to. “Neither of us want this to get physical, so just return him to me and we’ll leave.”
“No, we don’t. So messy,” Lara agreed, patting her perfectly cascading blue-black curls. “But I’m afraid I don’t have your little toy. I have other concerns at the moment, and plenty of other delicious bucks to satisfy my Hunger.”
Thomas looked at her for a long moment. He knew the latter was true, but if Lara wasn’t keeping Robin...the other options just weren’t ones Thomas wanted to think about. Dead, captured by enemies, or...simply done with him, none of them would ease the tight knot of pain and worry he’d carried in his chest the last two days. He had to be here. That was all there was to it.
“Give him back to me and you will have my full assistance with your little...Malvora trouble,” Thomas answered calmly, much more calmly than he felt.
That got a reaction from Lara, small and brief thought it may have been. “...Why Tommy. And here I thought surely you’d forgotten how to be a true Raith, considering the company you keep these days. Speaking of which, if you’ve truly misplaced your pucktoy,” she smiled at the phrase, “why aren’t you asking your little wizard...friend for help? Isn’t that what he’s good for? Helping those in need?” She pursed her lips as if tasting something slightly unpleasant.
Thomas didn’t need the reminder that as he knew her secret, she knew his as well. And he didn’t care to explain that Harry and Robin had a rousing mutual dislike club going that made him reluctant to go to his brother for help, especially when there were other avenues to explore first. “If I find out you’re lying to me, you will live to regret it,” he said softly.
Lara laughed that maddening, melodic laugh of hers. “Dear brother. Remember where you are. Lies are everything--save when the truth is more fun.” She smirked and bent her head over the document in front of her. “Now if we’re finished, I’m quite busy. Do show yourself out. You know the way.”
Thomas clenched his fists at his sides, briefly contemplating sororicide. Then he turned and walked out, giving Justine a small nod as he passed, not letting himself really look at her. If Lara wanted to play coy, he’d just have to come back and see for himself. He knew these grounds as well as she did, knew how to get in and out without being detected--and he knew all of the best places to keep a prisoner...or hide a body.
Tomorrow then. He’d come back tomorrow night, and if Robin was there, Thomas would find him and get him out. What happened after that was up to Robin.
Lara looked up after Thomas turned away, watching him go with shrewdly narrowed eyes. So the puck was more than a thrall. Her brother had gone and done it again, he hadn’t learned after what had happened with Justine.
“Oh, Tommy. You sentimental little idiot,” she murmured, shaking her head. Now. How could she use this knowledge for her own purposes?