Wilhelmina Corte-Real (helel) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-03-31 13:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, castor, helen, pollux |
Something about Helen's hair was intoxicating, but Castor couldn't pinpoint what exactly. Its softness should've been illegal, as far as he was concerned, and the ease of which it slipped through his fingers was appalling. His sister had the prettiest locks between the three of them; there was no denying it.
He weaved his fingers through blonde tresses, smoothing it off her forehead, arranging it so it lay just like a halo around her head.
"I was thinking," began he to no particular sibling, as he continued to play with her hair, "that it would be in our best interests to teach Theseus a lesson someday."
Helen who had her legs carelessly thrown over Pollux was not really quite with it - she was too relaxed from - well, yes. That. Just being with her brothers to really catch onto the words at first, but they did sink in. She opened one eye to glance at Castor and then another one to measure his expression.
"Theseus? Hrm." Helen would always be fond of her first kidnapper, but her brothers came before anything and anyone else.
And Pollux was far too unlikely to move with such lovely legs draped over him. He casually trailed fingers up and down the length of them. "He deserves to get pushed through a window after what he did to you."
In no mood to argue, not during this current arrangement, the younger twin leaned up onto an elbow. "He'll pay," he assured them both. Not wanting to dwell any longer on the irritating topic of Theseus, he leaned over to graze her temple with his lips.
"Someone looks comfortable."
Helen weighted her options, "Well, you both know I'm not exactly going to warn him that you want to maim him." She laughed, kicking her leg a little. "But, I do not think trying to kill one of you should go unpunished." It was that simple, her fingers shifted to trail along Castor's jaw, slow and affectionate. "You two should never be apart." That much Helen knew, for all her selfishness, she was not an idiot.
A slow smile, "Of course I'm comfortable, but back to Theseus for a moment." Leaning up she kissed Castor on the cheek. "Don't kill him, he didn't manage to kill you after all. And don't... let him maim you again. It was very upsetting."
After she'd realized what had happened back home, in Zurvan she had been busy trying to kill off a rebellion and torturing... well, people. Percival.
A wicked smile lit up Castor's face as he exchanged a glance with his brother. "Not to worry, dear sister, we won't kill him. Maim, possibly."
Fingers dipped beneath one of Helen's knees, caressing the soft skin there. "He should know better than to meddle with us," Pollux agreed, finally releasing his sister's leg. "But now, enough talk of Theseus. Our sister looks much too relaxed."
Helen's looked wide-eyed at Pollux, "Oh no, no, you do not." And she went for the nearest pillow to wield as a shield against her brother. It was a good thing she had a lot of pillows (and she could always buy more easily).