My Mane Sister!

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was out taking care of the horses, his favorite thing to do in the whole entire world; plus it was his job. Well calling it his favorite thing in the entire world would have been a lie, it was basically the second thing he loved to do in the entire world, but the number one thing he loved even more then that was his little sister Aria. She was just so cute, adorable, tiny, and she was his little sister, what was there not to love about her? Like honestly, everyone should have loved his little sister, she shared his blood and again she was his little sister. Hello, why were people not getting this? Wait, why was he even thinking about this, it was not like someone had said that they didn’t like his sister. Who would be so foolish as to ever risk their life to say such a thing to his face? No, no. That would be just crazy and extremely stupid of a person to do such a thing. Cyril chuckled at the thought, just because he found it funny, which caused him to receive a look from Ivy, who he was currently brushing.

Ivy was more of the wilder of the few horses that the school owned up here in the mountains down in an area just right to store a few horses for the student. Not like they needed many anyways, they had a good number and at the moment it was just Cyril taking care of them. “Why the long face Ivy? Get it?” Cyril asked and immediately started to chuckle because that was really funny, ah horse jokes were the best. Because horses had long faces so asking why she had a long face was stupid, but in a funny way, because it was punny. Ivy turned her head away from him as if she was not even going to deal with that bad of a joke, even starting to walk away to head out to the pastures with the other horses. “Hey, I’m still brushing you. I need to do your mane attraction.” Cyril said with another snicker as he went to go after the horse, but something caught his eyes. Something far more important than a horse that didn’t really enjoy being around or more so dealing with people.

Huge smile spread across his lips as he gave his left fingers three snaps, sending him into the air, weightless thanks to his power. Using the post that he would have had tied Ivy up to (if she were not so stubborn) to push him off in the right direction. Heading for a girl that was sitting on a hill playing with the few flowers that were starting to bloom in the warming weather. A soon as he was close enough he snapped his right finger three time, putting him back to his normal weight just beside the girl playing with flowers. Immediately going to tackle hug her in a way as soon as his feet touched the ground. “ARIA!” Cyril said with something of a squeal, as if he was some little girl that had gotten a signature from her favorite boy band.

[Aria Kingsley]

Life was pretty simple when you didn't give a flying fuck about anything. SPECTRE? Pfft, Aria didn't care. Boyfriends and romances? Didn't care. Drama? Didn't care. And here people thought there was something wrong with her, yet they are the ones running around thinking the world was ending. Really, how stupid could someone be? Didn't they realize that not only did they create a lot of unneeded fuss, but they also managed to make themselves look really stupid in the process? See, this was why Aria wasn't a big fan of people. They didn't exactly annoy her per say, because that would require her to actually feel something, but they did make her question the faith of humankind. Really, these were the kind of people that would take over the world one day and make sure humans (and mutants) lived on? Good luck with that.

Sitting on the hill next to the stables, Aria picked a few of the newly bloomed flowers and braided them into a fancy little crown. Aria enjoyed spending time here, especially since it meant being around her brother. He was one of the few people that made her think the world wasn't all shitty. He calmed her in a way. His mere presence, as idiotic as it was, made her close to happy. Well, as happy as an apathetic person could become anyways.

He didn't need to announce his presence, as the brown haired girl could already see him. She didn't look up, nor did she actually acknowledge him before she found herself pinned against the ground with his arms around her shoulder. Squirming, the blue eyed girl turned her head, huffing a little as she fixed her gaze on the blonde's, ''You're heavy,'' she said matter-of-factly, as if she wasn't already stating the obvious just by huffing. Her face didn't reveal any emotions as it very rarely did. She wore her steel gaze even around her brother, but she was sure he knew that somewhere deep within her consciousness, he knew there were some fluff saved just for him. Or so she liked to believe anyways.

Remaining still, the nerve manipulator squirmed a little more before shifting her weight onto her elbows, ''If I yelled rape now, it would be incredibly difficult for you to talk yourself out of the situation, as I'm sure it looks like you're dry humping me. That can't be healthy for your career.''

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril did pick up on how his sister seemed too linger around areas that he tended to be, so mainly the stables. He was really thankful that he had landed a job that not only was he good at, it was his dream job, and he got to be super close to his sister. He even lived in the staff dorms right on campus and it would take a few minutes or seconds to get to wherever she was on the campus if she called him. He knew or at least felt like that in a way it was Aria's way of showing that she did love him and being around him. Even if he was a ball of emotions and she was well lack thereof, at least on the outside. He really did believe that deep down she felt something; it just had a hard time coming to the surface. He was used to her not really smiling or reacting whenever he was around; he had been there since the day she was born. He was used to it and it didn't really bother him at all, he just made sure that she understood and possibly felt it somewhere in the unfeeling on the outside little body of hers.

"It's the price of being this sexy. Muscles weigh more than fat." Cyril said matter-of factly back and he remained where he was with his arms around his little sister. Tempted to snap his right fingers to make himself heavier, but he did not want to crush his poor little cute sister. He just kind of nuzzles down on her and make himself comfy there as if he did not plan on leaving that spot. He would love to stay here like this. Stop time and protect his sister in something of a bubble, but his powers could not do that. Pretty much he could make them weightless and float around or use his body as a shield for anything that dare posed a threat to her. That and crush the living daylights out of them. Aria squirmed a little under him and then began to talk about what would happen if she yelled out rape. "No one would hear you scream." Cyril said in a dark whisper and could not help but to laugh as he did release his sister, but on in the ways to pull her up with him as he sat up.

"Sadly it’s not hump day, so none of that." Cyril said almost as if he was truly disappointed, but no way would he actually hump his sister. He loved her and would do anything for her, but there was not going to be that kind of family love going on. "Pfft, my career means nothing to me. So long as I got youuuuu." Cyril said singing out the last part in the word you in his words. However he went silent and got serious. She said dry humping. She knows of this...why? Schooling or... Cyril thought to himself as he looked over to his sister and cracked his knuckles. "No one has ever dry humped you before, have they?" Cyril was ready, he just needed a name or how they person looked and he would handle the rest personally. Sure he might have been overeating just a tad, but it was his baby sister!

[Aria Kingsley]

''What muscles?'' Aria asked, raising her eyebrows as she cast -- well tried to -- a glance at her brother, ''You cannot blame the weight your power grants you on your muscles,'' she said matter-of-factly before chewing on the inside of her lip. Oh well, what did it matter anyways? If her brother wanted to continue this never ending game with his pretentious ego, she was in no position to stop him. There was very little point. And on some level, she figured she enjoyed it. A little. Well, ok. She couldn't know for sure, but at least it didn't annoy her, so there was that. ''That depends on how close they are and what wave length I manage to get my scream to travel on -- well, I could always control your body like a puppet and make you get off of me that way.'' Aria's steely eyes locked with her brother's as she shook her head, ''Most people would consider that creepy.''

Turning her attention back towards the flower crown she was braiding, Erika pushed her lower lip out into somewhat a pout -- this was something she often did when focusing intently on something, ''If your career meant that little to you, you wouldn't have come to America. You wouldn't have squealed like a schoolgirl when you found out about the job offer,'' she said and shrugged. His next question didn't seem to affect her more than Aria lifting her head to scan her brother's face. Shaking her head, the nerve manipulator rested the flower braid in her lap, ''Negative,'' she said with a deadpan voice. ''Has anyone ever dry humped you?''

Pushing herself up on her knees, Aria lifted the flower crown up and pressed it against her brother's blonde head. She brushed his hair away from his face before nodding, ''There. It makes you look like a princess.'' Oddly fitting, not that she'd say that out loud, of course. Her humor was too dry to even consider that funny.

[Cyril Kingsley]

"I'm all muscle! I'm not using my power on you yet, but I was thinking about it." Cyril responded as he sort of nuzzled in a little more before letting her have her space to move as she liked. Even if she did call him fat or that he was weak in anyways it would not hurt him. Well, maybe a little deep down inside but he would recover by showing off what he could to prove her wrong. Since she really didn't give off emotions it was a tad bit hard to tell when she might have been kidding or being serious. He was pretty sure that she made jokes, or at least she made jokes without even realizing it. Either way, it didn't matter because she was his cute little sister who he would love no matter. He might get upset at her say if she did something bad, but he could never stop loving her, he didn't think it was possible. He was all she had and it would have been hard to abandon her after their parents basically did.

"True, but then I could always cover your mouth and knock out anyone that heard. No one would find you, but me." Cyril said in an eerie tone, good thing he was not really planning on doing any of that. Cyril was a dark person so it would not be that far out of his ability to do some bad things if he felt the need to. Not to his sister, because again his cute little sister who he loved to pieces, but he preferred her whole and in one huggable piece. Her eyes looked up at him and he gave her a bright smile back and reached out to go and poke his sister on his nose. "Most would, you are right, but do you?" Cyril asked, curious as to what she would respond, she didn't feel too much, but she did feel some things, at least over the years Cyril picked up on how to read his sister a little better to get to know that base hidden emotion. That or he was making it all up with how he saw it, which was very possible, but either way he still liked to asked her questions about how she felt.

"I came to America for you. The job was just a very nice bonus that allowed me to be as close to you as I could. I missed you those few years we were apart while I was in school and you were back home dealing with mother and father." Cyril said, speaking honestly but then his jaw dropped at the little end comment. "I squealed like a very happy and sexy man." Cyril said as he crossed his arms, only to get back to serious mode for a moment when she said negative to his dry humping question. "Good, it better stay that way. Not until you are twenty...maybe." Cyril said firmly as he kept his arms crossed and then for a moment let out a small chuckle at the dry hump question. "I'll leave that to your imagination little sister." Cyril responded simply, not really able to just tell his sister about his sexual victories or experiences. At least not at this very moment, maybe later. He blinked after a moment when the flower crown was placed on his head and his sister fixed his hair as he sat up straight. "Am I a pretty princess?" Cyril asked with a huge smile as his eyes lit up as he looked at his sister and batted his blue eyes.

[Aria Kingsley]

''That's not very nice,'' she pointed out, though any sign of malice was completely lost on the girl. Basically, if she walked past someone getting beaten up, she would most likely choose to ignore it, or at very best comment on how badly proportioned the punches were. Yes, she lacked the general emotional ability to connect and care for most other people. Sure, some people tended to get under her skin and further into the goo, like Cyril here, but there was barely any visible changes to it at all. ''I do not,'' she said with a slight nod, ''I could never find you creepy, brother.'' Not that she found anyone creepy; Basically, the way her mind worked was that everything had a logical explanation. Logic was everywhere, and she chased it like a cat chasing a mouse. It was really as simple as that.

''I see,'' she began, thinking about the years she had spent alone with their parents; She had been left alone most of the time, which had suited the brit just perfectly. It had given her plenty of time to research, which was what she spent most of her time doing anyways, ''Do you miss Hunter too?'' As much as Aria knew that the loss of one's sibling was something that hurt, she didn't feel the pain on the same level as the rest of her family did. Sure, she missed him, and she had been sad when he died; But just like every other emotion, she didn't experience them the same way everyone else did. Which left her curious.

''So, in a year?'' she asked with her eyebrow cocked, ''You gotta keep in mind that I am indeed nineteen, and we both know if it was up to you, I'd stay a virgin forever.'' A year wasn't a very long time, and she had to admit it was a little surprising of him to tell her it would be okay for her to do things like that in a year from now. ''And by not telling me, you only force me to find out, which means I'll have to dig deeper,'' she pointed out dryly; Well, she already did that, so it wouldn't change all that much to her. ''But, I guess that's okay too. I can ask someone else.''

Cupping his face between her hands, the synapse manipulator nodded before pursing her lips, ''Very pretty; You got the good looks of the family.'' That was what she had gathered over the years, anyways. Hunter hadn't been nearly as good looking as his brother. Aria was a little more bland, with only her eyes standing out from the rest of her 'grey mouse' appearance. It wasn't really an observation that made her feel self-conscious or anything, but that was how she pictured herself from 'today's standards'.

[Cyril Kingsley]

"I'm not always a nice person." Cyril responded but with a smile on his place, looking very nice and pleasant despite what he was said. He had not lied however; he could be very mean if he was pissed off enough. An example being from way back when he overheard someone say something bad about his sister when they were over in the UK. That person received the fastest broken nose in the history of mind kind, which might have been an over exaggeration, but it had happened so quick that pretty much everyone around was not really sure what happened. They might not have even figured out that Cyril had punched the guy if it had not been for his bloodied fist and the fact that after the punch there was shoving followed by kicking. People literally had to stop him from beating the guy to death. That was around when he was sixteen or so, maybe; the memory was a bit hazy since he had gone blank with rage. What were they talking about? Oh right, he not finding him creepy.

"Daww, you just know what to say to melt my heart." Cyril said almost letting out a coo and giving a small wiggle as if he was wagging a tail that he did not have. Even if she probably didn't feel like anyone creeped her out, it was always nice to hear, plus she said she would never find him creep. So say if she looked out her window and found him hiding there, then it be fine. He tucked that thought away for now, noting the date and even glanced at his watch to see the time so he could repeat it back to her in case he needed for an argument. He did want to hear a bit more about the whole how it was when he was gone, but he just got a simple 'I see' which he practically expected so he was not turn up about it, but the next question did start to stir up a few emotions. "I do. He was my little brother and I never got to smack him for being an idiot for getting in a car with drunks." Cyril said with a mix of anger and sadness in his voice. Hunter might have been drunk as well, but Cyril didn't want to know the detail of the crash. His hand reached out for Aria's hand, wanting to hold it and give it a small squeeze.

"You are not allowed to die before me. Got that? Big brothers die first." Cyril said firmly as he would go to give her hand another small squeeze. He blinked for a moment, not remembering that she was in fact nineteen years old, in his mind she was still sixteen, and that was pushing it. Really he just wanted to picture her as a ten year old. Only a year? Pfft, nope, no way was he okay with that now. "Nope, changed my mind. Not allowed to until you are forty years old, better yet you might just have to wait until I'm in my grave." Cyril said with a bright smile, but he was borderline serious, since if he was dead he could not kill whoever even tried to give his sister a 'innocent kiss'. His jaw dropped however when she said that she was just going to have to search deeper and then jus task someone else, quickly shaking his head no. "NO! I'll tell you it all. Yes I have been dry humped before. Ask all your questions to me. No one else." Cyril said quick, followed by several yes nods of his head. He was her big brother; she was supposed to come to him for questions anyways.

His face was cupped in his sister's hands and he kept that little twinkle in his blue as he looked at her. "Thank you, but I'm no were near as pretty as you Aria." Cyril said reaching up to cup her face as well. "You got the pretty dark hair and the rare grey color gene in the family. I'm jealous." Cyril said in all honestly and not just because he was her older brother, stepping out of that role to actually look at his sister like the woman she was. "If we were not sibling I probably would have committed incest." Cyril said followed by a chuckle as he shook his head. "God, I'm going to go to jail." Cyril said mainly to himself but then stuck his tongue out at his sister and then reached to pull her in for a big brotherly hug. He really was just kidding about the whole going to jail part. He loved his sister, but not like that. There was a very clear line even if Cyril did come off as a bit of a creep when it came to his sister. He just cared about her, a lot and even if he was considered normal in certain terms, he was not fully. Must have been a family trait thing.

[Aria Kingsley]

''Just because people do bad things, it doesn't make them bad people,'' Aria said silently; She was fairly certain she had read this in an article. Of course, she was exactly the best to judge whether or not someone was a bad person because of their actions, as she didn't really consider anyone good or bad. But she knew from what she had red on general 'goodness' that her brother was far from bad. Maybe he did some stupid things, but who didn't? There was worse acts out there, such as rape and murder. Again, Aria was nothing but a purely objective judge; But she knew that whatever her brother did, was because he meant good, and she was certain that meant something to someone.

The episode with Hunter hadn't hit Aria has it had the rest. His death had torn their parents marriage to shreds, though from her outlook, it had already been broken beyond repair, and it seemed more like they tried to blame it on Hunter's death. Not that it mattered to Aria as she didn't really have a personal relationship with either. if anything, the girl had been nothing but a nuisance to her parents since day one, and they had never really tried to hide it either. The favorite had always been the two older brothers, and now that Hunter was out of the picture; Cyril. ''That was stupid of him, yes,'' Aria said with a slight nod, ''Sadly, it is what it is,'' she added and placed both of her hands around Cyril's.

''I'm not planning on dying,'' Aria said dryly, ''But it could happen.'' It was a fact; Life was unpredictable, and for all they knew, Aria could die tomorrow. As could Cyril. Surely, the adaptor handled death 'better' than the rest of her family, but that was because she didn't feel a whole lot to begin with. ''Though, I do wonder what happens next; After you die, I mean.'' It had been something she had wondered about for a long time, and no amount of reading made her any wiser on the subject. Tossing her brother another glance, Aria sighed, ''You're too predictable,'' she said, almost a little taunting, ''How does Kama Sutra work?'' Well, he did ask her to ask him, so she did. Simple.

The younger girl's expression remained deadpan, just like her voice always seemed to be. Her eyes was as filled with expression as a dead fish; Though, most people seemed to experience her gaze as icey, cold and calculating. Maybe that was just another word for 'emotionless'. She didn't really mind, as previously stated; It was what it was. ''You should know by now that compliments pass by my head with very little effect at all. You should save your breath and use it on someone else.'' Pursing her lips, Aria let go of her brother's face and sank back onto the ground, crossing her legs before sighing again. ''You probably are if you keep saying things like that out loud,'' she said dryly before attempting at a smile, though it looked more like a grimace. No, no it was not her thing, and it felt odd. If felt odd having her lips twitch in any other direction than what they formed as when she spoke.

Before she knew it, the girl found herself into another one of her brother's embraces, and instead of struggling, or saying anything, Aria simply remained quiet, closed her eyes and let her body grow limb under his touch. ''You smell like a horse.''

[Cyril Kingsley]

"True, but if the masses think what they did was bad, then it was bad no?" Cyril asked but it was less of a question on more of a statement, in a way. He was not sure, since he did not find it all the important. What mattered was that no bad people were going to be coming near his sister and if they did, they would die. Like depending on how bad she was hurt would affect their death. Even if they had given he a paper cut, that hand that had caused the paper to cut his little sister's soft skin would be broken. Bit violent and maybe over the top, but it was Cyril and it was over his little sister. No harm would come to her as far as he could help it, physically or even emotionally. He was less worried about the emotional part since his sister did not really feel anything, but just in case he would be ready. Plus the punishment for causing her emotional pain would have been greater, because she did not feel things really.

Cyril knew all too well that his parents tried to blame Hunter's death for them splitting up; they had done the same thing when it came to Aria. They were always ready to blame someone other than each other when things were not working out. Sure Cyril and Hunter had been there favorite, but Cyril didn't hold back how he felt about how they did certain things. Especially when they would blame things on aria and how they felt like they had to hide her away. It was not her fault that she was born the way she was, in fact it was their fault since it had been there genetics. Even still, Cyril loved his sister the way she was and he would never fault her for her lack of emotions. "It is..." Cyril said letting out a deep sigh, looking at his sister's hands that were place on his own. Cyril gave a nod to Aria saying that she did not plan on dying, which was good to hear, and made him feel a little better. Well until she said that it would happen at some point, and he knew that, but he liked to be long since dead and that she would be an old lady when she kicked the bucket. He did not want her to die like Hunter had, not young, and not while he was alive still to be left alone.

"Well that all depends on what you believe in. If you believing in heaven then if you are a good person that is where you go. If you don't then I guess it’s just nothingness. There are other religions out there as well, but that is something you would have to read up on and make the choice yourself, but we can talk about it another time." Cyril explained and then basically dropped the subject, since he really did not want to be talking about death and the afterlife with his little sister. He liked to think that he had at least a few more years and that she had many more. Hell, he would give her the rest of his life if he was able to. He wanted her to live, even if he would not always be there to protect her, he was going to try with his dying breath. Aria let out a sigh, apparently having expected Cyril to cave in. He was perfectly fine with that because at least she was asking him and not someone else. Yet the question was not all that expected, but she would answer since she had asked. "It's not really how it works and more so how it reads. It's a book basically about the standard work on human sexual behavior and different sex positions. Not that you really need to know any of these said positions. Right?" Cyril asked with a certain look in his eyes that was basically saying 'you better say no'.

Cyril shook his head no at his sister's words about saving his breath with his complements as he leaned in to give her nose a little kiss. "Not a waste of breath if it is true. Going to keep telling you over and over as many times as I feel like I need to. My little sister must know that she is becoming a very beautiful woman." Cyril said giving a nod, even if those words leaving his lips hurt a little, merely because she as becoming beautiful, which meant people would be looking at her. Wanting things from her. Thinking of doing things to her. All of which was not allowed. Like he did not know how he would handle finding out what she did with other people. He would find out because he was a total stalker of his sister, but to tell the truth he frightened himself a little with the thoughts that crossed his mind on what he would do such a thing should happen. "I won't let them take me away. Cause then I would be far from you and that is not allowed." Cyril responded to his sister's words about how he probably would with all his talk. He kept his sister in her arms, holding her close and letting out a deep breath. She didn't say anything but he could feel her going limp in his arms.

"I love you Aria. I don't want to lose you." Cyril said in an honest tone, one that was a little said, but he gave a soft chuckle at her words. "I do work with horses. Is it a bad smell? Should I take my shirt off or go shower?" Cyril asked, but he did not move to let his sister go, because he was still recovering on the inside, talk about losing Hunter and her talking about death was getting to him deep down.