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Leif Niemi (bloodcounts) wrote in light_of_may,

"Screwed women are an inconvenience." He had learned that much from their very own mother. None of them could try to claim that there was anything about the woman that was sound, and if that was his father's doing then Leif could accept that. One hand swept away the answer Satu gave him with a slightly impatient shake of the head. "Haven't you noticed how she just doesn't see or hear the things she doesn't like until she's forced to deal with it? She submerges and hopes everything goes away." Satu was the prime example of everything staying just where it was and continuing to get worse due to neglect. Speaking of neglect and knives that could potentially be twisted: "Out of interest, were you aware she had had parts of the house blessed?" He knew full well Linnea had said nothing to Dagmar or Satu at the time he found out. He'd be interested to know if she had told them at all or hoped that they would simply never notice. The latter possibly being the kind of idiocy that he could easily believe was a by-product of having been bled too many times. 'She hasn't put much thought into your half-siblings.' Leif was inclined to agree. "That would be lying for the sake of public appearances because it looks bad when everyone knows you're actually an adulterous bitch who uses men like pit stops between her legitimate children." He wasn't even trying to be insulting.

With an icy stare that had turned on his sister the moment she mentioned their father, Leif stood. It didn't matter at all to him that he had been making derogatory comments about Linnea the entire time, Jokull was off limits unless the speaker wanted the blood in their lungs to boil. "It will," he stated in a tone that matched his expression. "But don't bet on it happening overnight. I need to find a donor." It was a pity it was almost a month ago that he'd taken blood from Dagmar, or that might have helped. Any sample that he may have kept for his own use would be no good by now. It may not make a difference at any rate, though. The positive/negative merely signalled the presence of lack of a protein. Better that it be closer to the intended target, though. He did hate having to compromise. "I tell you what. I'll give you the money for a present for Linnea. Or you pay for it, it makes no difference to me, it just needs to be the kind of thing she'll keep and keep in sight. On a surface somewhere, bedside table... whatever. Bring it back here, then... Then - and this is important - you give it to her as an apology. Like you mean it, Satu." His eyebrows raised, though his expression remained the same. "I've every faith in your ability to act the part of the faithful daughter." Who would never do a thing to hurt her mother.