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𝔔etzi'ah 𝔐orrison ([personal profile] rou_gui) wrote2015-12-26 05:29 pm

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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-06 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[They've had the chance to meet, sometime when Haran wasn't - didn't care to - be around, probably tending to another capture in the city. None of the people leftover in this house care much for the guests he chooses to bring in, and he's sure Brandon is just another one.

Still, the boy knows his way around... He knows how to talk to the Morrisons and wants to learn how to appeal to them, most of all Haran, which the spoiler brat likes. The hyenas are restless with the new presence, desperate to snap their teeth at fresh meat, and Haran may just decide to send it to them if he's proved wrong.

Do the others feel anything new about him, though? They must have had the chance to talk and form an opinion by now. Even Tavor, stuck in the basement with the other monstrosities, watches from the shadows.]


Qetzi...

[A sing-song mutter, playing with one of the flowers she's left in the kitchen.]
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-09 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
There you are.

[He hears it all in her voice, sees it in her manners, but he pays no mind. For all the tyranny he has brought upon this house, he has refrained from dictating how the few survivors should behave. It was made clear he would tolerate no disloyalty, however, even if only in the number of cadavers buried around the house. So long as Qetzi'ah allows him to be King, he will allow her to be annoyed all she wants.

Haran trusts that Brandon will pick up on it very quickly. Qetzi does like to talk.]


Have you seen the boy? The young wizard I invited to our house?

[Saying 'our' to her is nothing more than a favor, even if it is also the truth.]
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-19 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[His smile stretches, of course, because he delights himself in knowing there's hatred between family that said family does nothing about. Qetzi is too smart to follow the same path her relatives did, after all, because she paid mind to other things while Haran went on his rampage. Now he seems to be all there is - and the House, of course.]

And how did you find him.
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-24 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It would seem so, wouldn't it. [A lamb is always a good metaphor. Harmless but useful, irritating once they're in the way and easily killed off.] He wants to know our secrets. To bring them back to his masters. [A ridiculous objective, which is most likely why Haran has accepted to entertain it.] He brings curious gifts in return.
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-24 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tilts his head, just as amused about his family.]

What isn't mine to give?
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-24 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[His laughter is soft, but still unkind.]

So I'll feed It the wizard. If that's what It wants.
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-25 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He offers a snobbish shrug in return, thrusting his lower lip out like a cocky little brat.]

I'm bored. He entertains me, and he has interesting gifts. It is what I want.

[Bbbbrrrraaaatttt.]
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-27 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ What're you going to do about it, Qetzi. Haran's smile says it all. ]

Don't say that.
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[personal profile] prized 2016-02-28 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[A light, provocative shrug. There is nothing wrong about what she says - the hyenas did have a taste for their own family members. A special treat from Haran every time he came over with a new dead one.]

You bring such nice flowers to this house. Can't you just say nice things?
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[personal profile] prized 2016-03-02 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He pauses for just a moment of thought, dramatically bringing a finger to his chin, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. She does have a lovely voice that comes even more alive when she recites those poems. It's easy to guess that she would not pick things too close to her heart, though. No, those are reserved for people she likes.

Her precious faeries, he imagines.]


Yes. You will read it to me, and to the boy. Tonight, after dinner.