WATCH THE NIGHT PASS US BY : IRA
Nov 8, 2015 7:28:34 GMT
Post by zuka on Nov 8, 2015 7:28:34 GMT
It was an unabashed secret that Miyu would've done anything for his younger sister. Absolutely anything. No, it wasn't even a secret - after all, you could hardly call constantly dogging her heels secret, much less willingly throwing himself in front of her any form of subtlety. You couldn't call darting through the alleyways mere seconds before Andraste passed through them and none too gently "eliminating" (not with death, of course - just introducing any errant predatory lurking bodies to that rather large rubbish dump) anyone that would have possibly attempted to intercept her in her path, casual, or shadowing her imperceptibly wherever she went heedless of any danger she might find.
That was just Andraste. How she was. Reckless, frankly, from her confidence in her own ability - and that was true. She was smart, and fast. Tactical - incredibly so, for her age. It was good to have faith in yourself, that you could defend yourself wherever it became necessary to and you could think yourself quickly out of any situation should it come to that, but what kept the demon nibbling on his nails was the plain RISK, that just around the corner there could be someone lingering and waiting with a cloth in their hand stained with the suspicious putrid scent of chemical - that there could be someone ready with glinting fangs and glowing black eyes in the dark, smirking and solidly self-assured. That there could be anyone.
There was no way he could get even a second of rest when, much less than a matter of trying to tame her, curfews only worked when they were pushed up to twelve - to one, to two, to three in the morning and sometimes four when Andi came creeping in simply to find Miyu slumped against the outside of her bedroom wall, eyes rimmed with puffy shadows and squinting drowsily up at her in the dark.
In those cases, there was only one conclusion. "Grounded." Often said in an incomprehensible murmur of tiredness.
But she so hardly listened.
It was no question of trying to discover how to control her, she wasn't an animal - but she was his sister, human and structurally fragile even if mentally, intelligently and physically tough as bricks, and there were only so many days he could keep tagging after her with a beaming grin on his face before he felt the urge to just give up, sag to the ground after tripping over his feet and faceplant. Hard.
Still, it was for her safety. (It was almost always for her safety.) And as such, Miyu, pulling his coat on, glanced behind him into the darkened house to call softly, buttoning the garment up before laying one hand on the doorknob of the front door, 'Be back soon, Andi.'
His response was an echo of himself, dull and hardly even there from the lack of depth, and the brunet with ram horns curling by the sides of his head turned to the door, opened it and exited silently, locking it behind him just as soundlessly. Then, inhaling, shutting his eyes to intake any tail he could catch with greater reach - glass-clear cerulean irises opened a second later, single-minded and intent, and Miyu bounded up into the air with his wings wheeling through the holes in his shoes to go intercept a certain angel.
Tracing what little remained of his and his sister's exploits yesterday, Andi's determined path and Miyu as such having steadfastly following after, the demon's nose tingled with the chill of the wind rushing by plus the ambient temperature itself. Hah, isn't demon skin supposed to be a little more resistant than this? Miyu neared the place where Andi had run, still hovering a few feet above the ground with his hands shoved deeply within his jacket pockets and gaze flicking about.
The place where he had arrived.
'Hey,' he called to the air, seriously, eyes edging into a squint from how his eyeballs are starting to feel cold. 'You there?'
He wasn't taking any risks, when it came to Andi.
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