041 x 140 // video // 4th wall

[dignity_misery]

[ Carla Morir is quiet for a moment looking down into the camera, after that moment however she smiles wryly, lifting it to point at this gentleman. He gives her an irritated look, fiddling out a cigarette to blow the smoke at her.

All Carla has to say is this, ]

Someone come take this prick off my hands before I kill him.


[[ooc; I am weak. All of your 4th wall madness is welcome to me. Her brother Donovan (no_affection) may pipe up as well.]]

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[undrowned]

What did he do to you?

[a pause; and then, realizing how this could've been taken, hastily adds,] Other than exist.

[dignity_misery]

[ ... THIS ISN'T FAIR, SEPTEMBER. Her eyes get wide. ]

You're here?

[no_affection]

We all failed to amuse her.

[His voice is lacking in anything resembling mirth. He's slapped his sister before.]

[undrowned]

[bwahahaha.]

For now. It's never a permanent thing.

You're looking good.

[undrowned]

I don't think that's it. Family's difficult, but you shouldn't have to make others suffer for it.

[a tilt of the head.] So, it must be something else.

[dignity_misery]

It's... sometimes people stay.

[She's not hoping. After what happened with Lou, she is not hoping September is here long enough to see her.]

You still look seventeen.

[no_affection]

[He snorts.]

You do not know a Morir.

[They lived to make each other suffer. Father, son, and daughter.]

[undrowned]

Thanks. That's, well - [a slight wave of the hand; someone's watching; he can't talk too much.] haha, what, I think they call it like, natural charm.

[undrowned]

I know a Carla. She's nice. I don't need to know a Morir to know her.

[dignity_misery]

Sure, sure.

[She doesn't buy it. She looks the ways he does because she's been biologically frozen the past five years by the Reanimate Virus. You sell your soul for that kind thing.]

You know, you could take me off my brother's hands for the afternoon.

[She grins, more energy behind it than anything he's probably seen, if her ability to speak clearly wasn't already giving her away.]

[no_affection]

[He lifts an eyebrow, wonders what kind of game his sister has played on this boy.]

She can be many things. But she is empty, at the core.

[undrowned]

Can't be the only one not having secrets, right? That's just how it goes.

[sept slips his hands into his pockets, laughing a bit.] That so? Well then, give me a grand tour.

[undrowned]

[no games. he's just that nice.]

She can't be anything else other than herself, and that isn't her fault.

[dignity_misery]

Stay by the fountain and I'll come get you.

[She's already up. She and Donovan exchange goodbyes that mostly sound like 'fuck yourself' and 'die.'

It will only take her about ten minutes at a slow jog, and she will jog. She's happy to see him. She's probably romanticized most of his personality, it's been a long time with a lot of hard times in between, but she's okay with that.]

[no_affection]

You'll insult her, like that.

[undrowned]

[luckily, he's still as nice as before. it's an exhausting thing to try and change yourself, and sept's fairly comfortable with what he has minus his nightmares.

he sees her come, and he scrutinizes her face before replying,]

You don't look like him.

[undrowned]

Why? I didn't say anything bad.

[dignity_misery]

Like Donovan? You haven't met our father.

[She'd prefer him over either of her brothers.]

[no_affection]

Precisely.

[He knows his sister is a cunt, so does she.]

[undrowned]

I'm okay with that.

Who else is here? Barbet?

[undrowned]

That's a funny way of putting it.

There is no 'precisely'. [have you met a whiteknight before, because in case you haven't, this is what they look like] She may just really hate you and you don't care enough to know otherwise.

[dignity_misery]

[That draws her up short, going pale and tense. This is... her place. Her life, and he's already controlled so much of it without even being here. But he has been. The very first one of these visitor's days, he'd come. She'd slit up her throat that same weekend.]

...he might be. [The shrug implies less fear than she feels.] Anyone can come on a weekend like this.

[no_affection]

She prefers hate.

[And if he's honest with himself, so does he. These are the children Jorge Morir created.]

[worldofourown]

Or you could just kill him.

[ The most helpful advice. ]

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[dignity_misery]

Hear that, Donovan?