𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

metal against metal in fire

A call sounded as I and Dante nervously parted our ways. He had a frown engraved on his forehead, anytime now his muscles may get paralyzed to stay the same for eternity. Nervous may not be the correct word for it considering a mafia Lord, then flustered would do, or something close to fear. Oblivious to what would sound terrifying to him but as far as my mind can stretch and offer me a good deal for the scenario stampede in my head, it's his lack of receiving care and protection rearing its head. I sighed walking away from the kitchen as a giggle low enough to stay unheard escaped from the side. I backed away to find a curiosity-plastered Elen standing in the way. "Care to share?", she asked, mischief twinkling in her eyes. I had no intentions to talk about something even I was surely perplexed about. So I clawed through our memories chest and ran after her in a chase. She screamed however silently possible and ran towards her corner of the mansion. Hair disheveled, my chest heaving while I chuckled with the leftover breath in me, I knocked on her door and asked if she wanted to have a short tour of the mansion. Her neat self opened the door which would have astonished me if it hadn't been my sister. Well, that answered my question. Even though I've been through the entire monstrosity of a mansion, I fail to recall much of it since it hasn't been a part of my daily routine adjusting here. 

Exhausted from our journey, Elen went back to her chambers as I took the path toward Dante's office. Shortly before our little cherished intimate interaction Dante told me where he accomplished most of his business dealings from, that is his study room. He uses the place for some of his meetings as well. After knocking twice and hearing a grunted 'come in', I stepped inside. My sight dawned on the elegant and imposing table where Dante sat, it stretched in fullness up to at least seven feet & a giant snake swirl across its entirety was embossed at the front. It would have been left unnoticed if it wasn't for the sharp streaks of light invading the space from the windows at Dante's back indicating the magnificence of the sunset beyond. Utter awe replaced my expression at the sight of it, the windows displayed giant rock bodies almost as tall as mountains, trees, lush green, and thick trunks stood proud under the warm and through which the strong winds cut through. "Leave", the word snapped short my streak of ideas about this unappreciated view, and furiousness unfurled within me. I'm sure my senses and my hearing were perfectly fine until today. I was about to fight him right then and there but a man which I hadn't seen before residing in the utmost corner of the room stood up and left immediately. If I were at the receiving end of his command the vase beside me would have landed on the prettiest head of the devil, it'd have been such a waste. While I have every intention of disheveling those long strands styled backward, it'd be a pity to do it this way. 

He patted the arm of his chair and I was delighted at the gesture because accepting closure is not one of the things he's best at. Residing beside him and seeing him aggressively running his fingers across the keyboard, I wondered what a lucky piece of hardware it was. Shaking away the useless notion I tapped my finger on his shoulder blades which were, might I add generously thickened. "Can we get some of our things from home, I've been wondering for a while and Elen asked the same today." "You're not leaving cara mia, whatever it is that you want, just let me know and it'll be here before you know it.", he told me profusely disagreeing with my opinion. "It's not about the things Dante, it's about their preciousness simply because their ours. You cannot cage me away from all of it."

"I will, if need be." His eyes were sharp and controlling stared through the laptop in front. He meant every word he said. Hands fisted at his sides, turning pale white and bruising purple from the lack of oxygen. Running my fingers through his hair I added softly. "You may shift our lives up to the extent of your will but you cannot wipe out the memories from existence. It's already consuming a lot of me to be at ease here. My past is just as invaluable to me as my present." He must absorb how it's not at all normal for us to separate from the norms and indulge in an empire that can at ease wipe out mass. The unnerving guns everyone is constantly holding, knowing they can erase life from their eyes as swiftly as they clean the blood from their fingers while no sliver of emotion even grazes their senses. "I can't risk it Rosa, we can't put our lives on the line." "You don't understand, it's all we have ever had of us", I stood away from him motioning as I scrunched my fingers shut, rage simmering within, and told him, "Sometimes I wish to take the risk for what it's worth." Denial glinted in his eyes and an infuriated frown made its way to his head. Clasping his fingers on my wrist, bounding me in place, not in the mood to hear him tell me why he was right. Scraping his hold loose, dominance shone through him, blinding and hurting but nonetheless shining. He let me go for the sake of sanity. He will return as he wills and confrontations will resurface. I will answer truthfully then but for now, a pity party shall be suited best. Taking my leave and not missing the door I left with a bang that reverberated through the house. I stepped away from his presence and encountered Elen, an eyebrow rose in question and I shook my head in dismissal. Padding my way through the lengthening corridors, turning and walking endlessly. 

The air had dampened with the humid weather of the place, favorable for me to stream the latest movies in the indoor cinema. Skimming through the list of movies my eyes landed on a perfect action thriller to end the day. Mood swings and whatnot, my head was home to the hub of emotions. Dissipating anger was as significant as holding it, it can be both slicing painful and perhaps awfully rewarding sometimes. Depends on the occasion, I understand Dante, I clearly utterly know what he means is to shield us from potential attackers while he works on the avenging era. While I do not blame him for the matter, I cannot seize the rampage. The only things I want back with us are our photo albums, crockery from our childhood days, and the awful clothes that I wore. The things that made us feel at home, especially for the time we're battling with, and for now, we must contain every single thing that was a part of our boundaries, of what made us who we are. We don't remember Mama and Papa, all we ever had was a family, not a blood-related one but still a family.