He grunts, frustrated all over. " What?" Annoyed over everything.
His brother spares him a glance, only to return his attention to the book in his hand.
His rough hands run wild down his damp scalp, and his nerves snapped. " So you're going to ignore me like our mate now? "
A provocation was thrown in the boiling oil.
Ciel finally dropped his book, shutting it close with a loud clap, he narrow his pupils and a third eye appear on his forehead.
Cal's eyebrow raised, " I'm really not in the mood to converse with your wolf and you at the same time, brother—"
" Haven't your shower cleared your head yet, Calhell? " He crossed his legs, one on top of another. " I am willing to wait. As I see, your brain hasn't boiled enough for you to understand the circumstances. "
The towel around his waist fell. Even in all his naked glory, he was always ready for a fight.
Yet his third eye wasn't showing, indicating that he was at least willing to listen before pouncing.
Ciel felt a pang of pride for a second, a good ruler does not lose his hearing after being provoked.
He would never say it to his brother's face though. " I am also hurt by our mate's lack of attention towards us... " His voice dropped. " But what did you expect!?"
Cal bites his tongue, the wound still deep in his memories, enough to bring his anger forward. " I would have at least wanted a glance or even a word. Was it all too much to ask!? "
Cielfreyl abruptly stands up, walking to his twin up to his face. " Remind you, our mate is an incubus. The concept of soulmate for him is probably nothing but a bond to the ankle. "
His voice echoed, two speaks for one tongue. " We are blessed that he hasn't officially rejected us... Yet. "
They stood at the same towering height, copies of each other with only minor dissimilarities.
Cal stepped past his brother and walked to his wardrobe. " Then what do you want me to do? "
His twin massaged his forehead into creases and estimated, with reason, that a headache was coming. " I am asking you to be patient, brother. "
He wears pants now, " How so? "
" We will have to act our best if we want to get accepted. I'm sure you figured out this much." Cal glared.
" Then I'll need you to decrease your outbursts as much as you can. " Calhell stiffened.
" Brother, I am not asking you to change. I am only aiming for our mate to see us in cleaner light rather than savages that will pounce on him at first thought. "
Silence.
Syncked chuckles, similar intents. If not one more devious than the other at each passing second. Then, a realization soon veiled them.
" Our mate is an incubus, " Cal took a seat on one of the adjacent divans.
" Yet he reeks of virtue. " Ciel ended, sitting on the opposing couch.
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The undying witch- A Mother
Teen FictionArson had been warned and then, was refused a proper welcome. Wolfs didn't waste their time greeting them with their sharp fangs and gorgeous fur. Though despite his Mother's calm and collected attitude, he knew that it was only a matter of time be...
