Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[TheHayleyDoll]

"Yeah, my brothers aren't the most normal of beings." Rika kissed him then went upstairs and found a nice room with white faux-fur carpet and baby blue walls.

[spirit_queen]

Of course, by then, Xander had gotten to the guitar, and fixed the drum set. when dustin came back, Xander acted like he wasn't there while he tuned the guitar; best he ignored his brother and what he did than to let that demon-side come back, the way he looked at it.

[Miranda_]

Dustin ignored his brother's weird mood, assuming him to be jealous. Instead, he tinkered with the drumkit.

[spirit_queen]

Finally, Xander coulnd't stand it. "Dustin? I think there's something... wrong... with me."

[Miranda_]

"What do you mean by 'wrong'?"

[spirit_queen]

"Like... cursed? Dark? Even Evil? I don't know... posessed?" One would have assumed he was joking, until they heard his tone of voice; his voice was shaky, unsure, even afraid.

[Miranda_]

"Maybe you need to talk to Rika's dad about that. I heard Mum using those same words to describe him. And definitely talk to your Mum."

[spirit_queen]

"Thanks, I will." Xander paused. "Did you pick up 'mum' from dad?" Xander asked. He used the very American 'mom' when he spoke about his mother.

[Miranda_]

Dustin nodded. "That's right. He talks different to how everyone else speaks. It's pretty cool."

[spirit_queen]

"That's cuz he's British." suddenly Xander grinned. "Oh, and Dustin... our father's human form is the son of a British duke."