Phury 1.26.12

{I walked through the loft making a mental note of everything that I was going to move over to the mansion. The doggen were just waiting for the list, so that they could arrange for the moving vans to come and collect it all. I knew that most of my brothers would probably not be bringing much with them. Laughing to myself, and in the case of Murhder, probably not even enough to fill even one of the side bags on that blasted motorcycle of his. Showing up with actual moving vans would surely get me razzed, but fuck 'em, I'd taken such care in choosing each piece and I wasn't leaving them behind. The artwork and furniture would find a nice new home within the mansion, some in my own suite of rooms no doubt.

Pausing outside the door to Zsadist's room, sensing my twin wasn't home, but still hesitant to open the door. Briefly resting my head against the polished wood, trying to gather myself for the sight within. The sparse pallet on the floor and macabre skull never failing to cut me. Knowing it was my fault that my twin lived in such great despair always.

Slowly pushing open the door to review the furnishings within, it was immediately apparent that something was wrong. I didn't have to look any further than the side of the pallet, the missing skull of the Mistress told me all that I needed to know. Zsadist was gone and not planning to come back.

Anger and then, just as quickly, an equal measure of pain filled me. Fuck Z! I had known that the edict from Wrath that all move in together was going to be the hardest for my reclusive twin, but I hadn't expected him to just leave! I'd expected a fight, a verbal and most likely physical battle of wills and I had already been rehearsing my side of that very battle. But to lose it before I even had a chance to utter a single word, throw a single punch. God Damn It!

Slamming the door and grabbing the sketch I'd made of the brotherhood suites I dematerialized to the mansion. Darius and I needed to talk, now!} #BBDB