we could be immortals ~ (sexonlegs/si)

So, being born to a group of entitled assholes on top of being abandoned by them, hadn’t exactly lead them to having the correct morals in life. It was as if chaos had ingrained itself into their every fiber, but any guidance for that chaos had been ripped away from them before they even had the mental capacity to protest. They knew nothing of their history, their family or their heritage. They were, by all means, flying by the seat of their pants in a country that… wasn’t all together fond of their tendencies. However, that didn’t mean they would be any less of who they were destined to be.

Tyler whipped around at the sudden noise and stench of dragon, with only enough time to mutter a curse before he was cuffed over the ear. He gritted his teeth, allowing the body on his shoulder to slump to the ground, and as he straightened fire flared in his eyes. Soon the flame traveled visibly to his hand, dancing along his fingertips. An indifferent flick of the wrist shot the flame at the man, simply as an annoyance, considering the potential damage to his expensive suit.

Tyler was more than tempted to start something more than that, but hearing the clearing of Dallas’ throat brought his attention back. The man settled with a fuming glare, eyes set upon the strangers own with the hint of challenge. “Rip each other apart on your own time.” Dallas spoke with warning in her voice, and she addressed them with her own scowl before eventually settling icy eyes on the newcomer.

“Excuse me?” The woman scoffed incredulously, crossing her arms over her chest while studying the stranger's every feature. She didn’t take well to being undermined and especially so by a stranger. One that seemed to think he had a right to her brother, no less. Who does he think he is? The man's words were all jibberish to the woman, a foreign language in the ears of someone who quite frankly didn't give a shit. ‘Knights in shining armor’, someone that they could trust to save the day? That just simply didn’t exist in her world.

But damn… was he something else. The power and arrogance this man radiated with so little as a look, was unrivaled to that of anyone she’d ever met. It was intoxicating to say the least; requiring her to exhibit quite a bit of willpower not to drool. Why had the world not made more creatures of this man's quality? And why the hell hadn't she found one yet? The woman sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Her only hesitation?

The way Tyler was watching him; as if he’d seen a ghost. Every fiber of his being hissed a warning, a subtle and quietly growing sensation that in itself sent his skin crawling. Perhaps it was his instincts pleading him to behave in the midst of someone who appeared competition. Or, maybe something much more. But this was Tyler, and he’d never bent to the will of anyone… let alone someone who had barged in and immediately damaged any chance of his respect. He was not impressed; but as for Dallas…well, it must have been some web he was weaving. Tyler rolled his eyes. The impressive connection between the twins was visible as he coerced his sister to step back and stay silent, with so little as a glance in her direction.

I’m not five Ty I know how to handle myself. She hissed into his skull. Regardless of her silent rebellion, she lowered herself onto the edge of her desk. Quite similarly to her poised brother she looked relaxed despite the circumstances; probably due to her undying confidence in him. Now that he was dealing with things she could step back and enjoy the view. Just like you’re handling yourself now? You’re practically drooling over this douche. The man’s thoughts, connected closely with her own, echoed through her mind.

Screw you. She crossed her leg over another indignantly. So what if she was? He was the finest looking creature she’d set eyes on in a while, but luckily for both her and her brother, she kept quiet even still. Something was off about the man... and she was curious in more than one way. The woman took sudden interest in her own perfectly manicured nails, delving deep into her own twisted thoughts.

Tyler snorted with amusement and blew a puff of noxious smoke in her direction, something that annoyed her to the core given her OCD nature. In receiving a disapproving cough the man smirked; a brief pause in the unease that had settled over him, but it was this unease that eventually brought his focus back to the asshole that had just waltzed in. They seemed to make it rather obvious they weren’t too concerned, though.

Beneath the over-rated cologne the man stunk of, something else crept up from the surface, something that sparked some sort of familiarity. It was a faint, and it threatened to penetrate the man’s memories but as for when, why or how, he hadn’t the faintest clue. The frustrated man pulled his fingers through his hair. “Normally I wouldn’t give a shit about formalities, but you stink.” Distaste for the man rolled easily off his tongue. He didn’t care who he was, he reeked too closely of them and for that he was a threat, to himself and his sister. Anything and everything that risked the health of their tiny family had to be disposed of. They hadn’t survived 25 years in the world by ignoring such subtleties. “Too far up your own ass to be police, but you’d be damn stupid to barge in without some cause... then again, you'd be damn stupid to barge in with one...” Tyler breathed, casting the quickest of glances behind him to make sure his sister was alright. “Care to enlighten us so we can get on about our day? We really are busy folk, you know.”  Like murdering strippers in cold blood and getting us incarcerated for the rest of our natural lives?  Came his sisters cheeky retort, and with the grin to match. The man narrowed his eyes, resisting the strong urge to barbecue her, and their new little friend, on the spot. Alright, that's enough out of you.