𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓 ❅ (𝐠𝐱𝐠)

1| genesis

Pale, limber fingers ran through coarse brunette locks, their nails splitting the sea of dark waves whilst faintly tickling the bed of skin beneath.

These fingers were pacific and rather soothing not only in their intent, but more specifically for the recipient who respired in calm, tender breaths through their nose. But even though this benefactress held a quality of care and kindness for those of her partiality, she was also one of a transient patience. It was even the smallest of nuisances – or in this case – the greatest unyielding inconveniences that the object of her affections afflicted upon her, that quickly diverted her once benevolent fingers to cruelty.

Scorning the disobedience of the restless head that pulled away from her charity or moved at all in the slightest, she continued to gather the mass of dark hair into her hands of malice, but this time, she proceeded to take a harsh tug of it back towards her. Her attempt of stern correction enticed a low grown from below. It was when the intimate aroma of the sweetest vanilla, which oozed from every strand of the hair, pervaded her perceptive senses, that her small nose twitched in familiarity and displeased speculation.

"You're too rough," was whined pathetically by the subordinate brunette who was sentenced to endure the callousness of her hands – cold and bitter in both feeling, and performance. Foolish and imprudent were the complaints that were made to her, and rather than them having dissuaded her back to kindness, they only prompted her further to scoff and yank the hair back once more with a brute force

"I will show you rough."

Wickedness sinisterly crawled over a pair of soft pink lips in the form of a scowling grin as a girlish cry blared through the room. The echoes of the sound ricocheted against crude white walls as it bled painfully into the ears of any unfortunate enough to hear. It was to her will that she had pulled the head back to her torso, arching the brunette's neck in a strain and exposing the vulnerable skin of their throat.

The cool draft of the girl's nasally breath caressed the dark roots beneath when a light, yet particularly devilish chuckle vibrated in her throat and slipped through the parting of her lips. "Will you shut up and stop being a little bitch." The gentle sensation of her silky long tresses brushed along the brunette's cheek and jaw when her bowed head allowed a few front strands to spill from behind her ears and dangle.

Agitated eyes became strained to look back at the girl, staring contemptuously at the full dark eyelashes that fluttered with every concentrated blink she made. Continuing to run her enervated fingers and a comb with severity through the dark mass, the girl's tongue poked the inside of her cheek in frustration at how difficult it was to style her brother's hair.

"For fuck's sake Caleb, stop moving!" she chided the older boy once more, tilting her head back and rolling her eyes when he quickly pulled away from her. Irately, he rose from his seat between her legs at the foot of the bed, salvaging himself from her ceaseless torture and a receding hairline.

"Fucking hell Lily, are you trying to rip my hair out!" he spat savagely, his features glowering at the blonde girl perched on the end of the bed. With eyes of vexation, he glared at her as she did him, but with the ennui that etched her lustreless complexion and puckered lips. "I only wanted you to put it into a bun, you don't have to pull it so harsh!"

Crossing one slender leg over the other and knitting her arms together, the girl, quite disinterestedly, displayed an act of defiance. "Well maybe if you didn't move your fat head so much, I wouldn't have to," she returned, the essence of provocation laced within the apathetic tone of her voice. "Jesus Christ, you're almost twenty-five and acting like a little girl."