002.

[strangel]

FORM: Crystals
SENDER: Helena
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT: ??? family ???
WHEN: Early May
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: (some talk of death and trauma in a few threads) when can she acquire her custom spec in sestrahood?

Hello crystals. I have question.

( There is a long pause before Helena continues. Long enough that it could seem plausible that the question is never coming. And then, with a rush, )

How do you be good twin?

I'm— not sure how to be good sister. We were being apart long time. I thought maybe peanut butters would be good present, but I think it made Sarah unhappy.

( Stiltedly, ) I stole her crystal, do not play this for her. Thank you.

Comments

[letoldthingsdie]

If you say so.

[She can't see it through the crystal but he's giving her a look.]

You wouldn't be able to even if you tried. If you recall, I pushed that thing away from me.

[With the Force. That wasn't totally cheating!!]

Besides, you're small enough I could throw you over my shoulder and haul you into a fire pit if I wanted to.

[She'd probably try to kill him but whatever. The fight would be worth it. Why did he try to help you and your sister again???]

[strangel]

You are too big.

( Smaller is more dangerous, lower centre of gravity, quicker. )

I think I enjoy killing you, when time is right. You will make good face when you realise you are wrong.

[letoldthingsdie]

I'd love to see you try, little girl.

[He would love the challenge, and maybe even enjoy choking the life out of her when he could.]

You're little more than an insect by comparison.

[Not just in size, but power. He knew it was probably a bad idea to be making threats where someone else might see or hear them but he didn't care. Besides she started it]

[strangel]

I know men like you. Like to make women feel small. Like to pull them apart, piece by piece. Like to have power, and hold it over other people.

You do not frighten me. I see through you, and you are nothing.

[letoldthingsdie]

That's easy to say when we're not talking face to face isn't it?

[Still, she's struck a nerve.]

You can hide in your corner all you like.

[strangel]

I do not hide. But... you do not matter to me.

[letoldthingsdie]

Threat of killing seems a little bit personal for someone who doesn't matter, wouldn't you say?

[To be fair, the feeling was mutual and she barely registered on his radar.]

[strangel]

Death is death. Sometimes personal, sometimes no. Everyone dies. It does not make them special.

[letoldthingsdie]

True. Do you offer to kill everyone you speak to who isn't your sister? Or is she no different?