23 April 2012
Cole ran a hand through his hair, uncannily copying Drake's own action. The brothers paced the length of the room, moving around the furniture just for something to do other than tearing their hair out.
'Drake, we can't force her to go back to those... Monsters.' Cole hissed, turning to lock eyes with his older brother.
Drake paused his pacing and returned Quinn's gaze curiously. 'My God,' he breathed. An expression of surprise, so fleeting, gone suddenly like a hand wiping emotion from a face. A smirk formed at his lips. 'You like her. The girl. Quinn,' Drake said the name as if he were tasting it on his lips. Cole growled, saying nothing, just turning from him and stalking away, panther-like.
'She's like us, Drake!' Cole whirled around again, a wild look in his eyes. 'Like us!' Cole gesticulated madly, as if hanging onto control by sheer luck. 'Wings, Drake.' Suddenly, Cole stopped his frantic movements and let out a shuddering breath. Drake watched him with interest, brows raised.
Cole slumped into a nearby armchair. He pulled stuffing from its deteriorating arm with slender fingers.
'Cole, you've got it bad,' Drake remarked. 'Which is a pity. She's only temporary, remember? You gave to remember that we're not in charge. Okay, bro? I kinda feel like I'm losing you?'
Cole took a ragged breath and glared at his brother from under his hair. 'I'm with you. I just don't have to like it. And for the record, I don't like her.'
Drake snorted and dodged a quick punch coming from Cole. 'Whatever you say, C. Now go rescue her from Saf. We need to see how far she's willing to go.'
The Winged Girl IX • Opuss № I