Intimate Friends

Two

Translations: cochon = pig | sorcière = witch | mon petit = my little one

"I'm not really surprised that you murdered him." Frankie remarked plainly to their sister from her bed as if they were talking about the weather.

Sadie greeted him with a snort and shrugged as much as a cat could. "No one in this house would be surprised that she killed him, honestly. I think the surprising part is that she used her powers unnoticed."

The familiar found a spot next to Frankie while the girl in question was in her closet sifting through potential outfits for the fundraiser/celebration of life for a late "family friend". Hannibal and his wives were away on a type of sabbatical, which left their children to make an appearance in their stead. Jonathan walked in, ducking slightly so as to not bump his head against the door frame before sitting on his sister's desk with an apple in hand.

"Are you almost ready or are we going to be late and annoyed tonight?" he said with a deep grumble as he bit into the fruit and leaned back against the window.

Amira herself was just about to give up on her search through the sea of black clothes on hangers before something caught her eye. It was a lengthy dress, very nearly a gown due to her short stature. She grinned as she observed the bodice, cinched with lacy long sleeves and off the shoulder at the very top, no doubt something Francois put together for her in their spare time. Along the skirt was a slit that was sure to be thigh-high, prompting the youngest Lector to put on matching black thigh high nylons that she clipped into a deep violet garter belt she wore with matching lingerie. Admiring herself in the mirror for a moment, Amira stepped into the dress and brought the luxurious fabric up her frame with a satisfied sigh. Just as she was about to zip herself in a figure appeared behind her, towering and shrouded in black. She smirked before looking at Xavier's reflection and placing her hands on her hips.

"Do you mind zipping me up since you're back there?"

He chuckled and complied before finishing his task with a kiss to her shoulder. "So this is what you're gonna wear to the man's funeral, Mimi? You may kill some of his relatives."

Just as she was about to open her mouth, Jon's voice interrupted their moment. "Unless you two are in there fucking, it's time to go. Car's downstairs."

...

There were hundreds of people as well as press gathered outside the church for the funeral of Dakota Yokobu, cameras snapping the high profile business people that came to pay their respects. Various luxury cars dropped off the attendees, but once a familiar Lincoln town car pulled up there were multiple reporters and paparazzi fighting to get the first shots of the Lectors who sat inside.

The first to climb out was Francois, clad in a black jumpsuit with a deep plunge, matching fur coat, and high platform booties that were laced up to perfection. Jon was much more simple, choosing to wear a black suit and shirt sans tie, the top few buttons open. The brightest things on the lanky demon happened to be his teal colored hair and red irises against his almost porcelain skin, though the true showstopper was the youngest of the three. Amira was helped out of the car by Xavier, her thigh the first thing to be seen by the ever-persistent paps that snapped photos.

She accented her dress with black finger gloves and matching ring choker that looked more like a collar of sorts (a gift from Xavier), and her very favorite pieces: a thumb ring from her mother, a plain silver band that was worn on her right middle finger, and a large amethyst statement ring that was surrounded by a circle of small diamonds attached to a simple silver band adorned her left ring finger. Her makeup was minimal but matching to her overall look. Sharp black winged eyeliner over a dark purple smokey eye with black lips to match, the thing that stood out the most on the girl was her ruby red hair against her almond-hued skin piled into a high puff ponytail.

The three young Lectors and Xavier were making their way into the massive church before being stopped by Jean - Antoine Courchesne, local Police Chief and known prick to anyone supernatural or supportive of those who aren't "conventional people". He wanted to round up the entire Lector family and toss them into the deepest hole he could find, but they were a bit too known for him to do so without cause.

Before Amira could walk through the large doors, Jean grabbed her arm rather forcibly, drawing the attention of the three with her easily enough. Xavier, Frankie, and Jonathan all turned to the two prepared to strike but the girl simply held a hand up to signal that she was fine and leaned into the head officer with a sickly sweet smile, her small fangs visible.

"Ya know cochon*, you're very handsome. Tall, built like a Hollister model, those pretty blue eyes full of white privilege. If you'd like to stay that good looking, I'd suggest you take your hand off me. My brother made this himself so it's special."

The man raised a brow as she began her statement only to end up in a grimace at her softly-given suggestion. Before they could attract too much attention he let her go, calling after her and her siblings.

"I'll remember that when I'm cleaning my city of your abomination of a family, sorcière**..."

Amira paused for a moment, prepared to turn back around and show him just a part of what could come from threatening her family, only for Xavier to place his hand at her lower back and bring his lips to her ear in a soothing whisper.

"Not here, mon petit***...remember what we discussed."