[nascour] a funeral for a son

[lancaster]

TRIGGER WARNING - rape, nascour

((yes this is pre canon

yes this is selfcest

this is one of two times that this will happen in the plot.))

She's thrown into the room, hitting the desk hard. She steps back, tossing her hair out of her face and sucking in her breath.

The man that sits before her is no unfamiliar face. She almost reaches for the nicked Pokeball in her pocket, but she'd rather keep that out of sight. A hateful smile crosses her face; she tells herself not to shrink back, because it'll just empower him.

"Hello, Nascour," she says with a hiss. "Come to complete the set?"

[nascour]

He sits at the desk and almost laughs as she snarls. He wants to pounce her, to make her scream, but it's not the right time, no. And he wants to watch her squirm for a while before taking her down. "Oh, Lillian, don't be like that."

He stands, his wild curls bouncing a bit with his motions. "Tell me, darling, how are things these days? The HQ Lab project going along just great? It should, you know. Jack's the reason I got into the business."

And he gives her a winning smile.

Because he knows just what makes her skin crawl.

[lancaster]

Lily grinds her teeth. "Don't even say his name, Nascour." She almost backs up when he stands. He's a head taller than her and speaks with a thick South Orre accent and she doesn't trust him at all. And here, when she smells of smoke and has a bruise blooming on her cheek, she doesn't feel safe at all.

She wants a gun. A knife. Anything but the few Pokemon she swiped before getting her ass dragged out of the lab.

"You should know how the HQ Lab is going," she spits. "I bet it was your order, too, burning it to the ground!" Her hands are shaking. "Betraying Jack just wasn't enough for you, was it?"

[nascour]

You see her, snarling up at her, and you want to reach out and stroke those strawberry blonde locks. She's never been more beautiful here and now, with her nostrils flaring and her chest heaving-- such a bad day to wear a v-neck. It's not hard to crane your neck, getting a glimpse of her breasts, a bit of blood spattered across them from when her nose had been broken.

You want to reach out, squeeze until she cries out, make her beg for mercy. But you contain yourself, because you're a professional, damn it, and you're going to show that you could handle this entire Cipher mess better than that idiot Ardos.

"Temper, temper, Lillian," you purr, mouth curling into a smile. You run your tongue over your pointed teeth, the edges scraping against muscle. "And please, call me Jakira. We're family, aren't we?"

You begin to step around the desk; her scent isn't strong enough. You need to touch her hair to devour her whole. It's hard to see her as well; being an albino has its drawbacks. The world is blurry, but if you get close enough, you can reach out and feel the details for yourself. It's hard to notice the grimace of hatred on her face when it's all just a blur of flesh.

"You know, I always did love you and Jack, Lillian. There's a reason I came to the wedding, after all." You creep closer, remembering the smell of that day. The happiness all around you. The day Lily dragged you over to meet her little sister and you fell hopelessly in love.

"You're still in touch with Risa?"

Because as you stand close you remember reaching out for Marissa, whispering her name into her ear, and you figure Lily is close enough.

Sisters are rarely different, aren't they? And oh, you can do the things you'd always wanted to do to Marissa with Lily. Because even though your fingers it, you can't quite tear out the heart of the mother of your daughters.

"I hope she's all right, what with the chaos the region's in these days."

Closer now.

You want to see how she feels when you're under her skin.

[lancaster]

She breaks her promise.

She steps back.

"Jakira is gone," she snaps. "You're no longer a part of this family, Nascour. Didn't Marissa throwing you out not pound it into your head?"

[nascour]

That composure all falls apart, and he lashes out, grabbing her by the throat before she can run. She's not a small woman, but he's large enough to lift her.

The smile is gone.

"And you continue to antagonize me," he snarls, "despite all my attempts to be kind to you.

[/i]"

He slams her back against the wall, ignoring any sounds she makes. He watches her gasp for air, sputter, kick-- all the while, he breathes slowly, shaking with rage.

And then he lets her go, watching her crumble. He kicks her while she's down, for extra measure.

"I was hoping to handle this calmly, Lillian," he says, in a normal tone of voice. "Like decent human beings. Jack at least handled it maturely until I brought out the axe." The smile's back.

"You should have heard him scream."[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]