Ritual in the Dark [aw]

[Asphyxia]

[this masterpiece of a writing was too good to pass on. xD]

Roaring screams and cheers coursed through a horde of teenagers agitatedly jumping up and down to the rhythm, crashing and menacingly slamming themselves unto each other, creating massive chaos and pandemonium. Claps and egregious shouts came in profusion but not as blatant as the front crowd. A swimming pool of energetic blood bloated in bunches against the edges of a wooden platform and that massed in extreme opposites and gave little space within spread in measures, holding back the raging crown of exalted hormones. For one, the thrashing, blatant noise coagulated into uncanny silence. The lack of noise overwhelmed the half a mile stretched, open-air location. The black figures from their fiery dances stopped stiff. It seemed the whole crowd had been stricken with rigor mortise. It seemed what they were expecting piled up in something more than just nothing at all... something was missing, but it was yet to arrive. Exasperated breaths escaped dry lips all over the place, getting heavier and heavier into hyperventilating pants by the second. The moment was yet to arrive, their circulated ritual in the dark.

Apart from the crowd in an isolated place stood a slim figure. The slenderness of the body slumped down in a steel chair. Alabaster hands curtained the facial beauty whilst raven drippings showered in black, disgruntled masses over the hands and to the sides. The endless sea of black attire decorated by just a bright scarlet tie that hung freely from the neck unto the brim of a black, stretched out leather snake tucked at it's end. Little arches pumped up and down from the hunched back, gasping the air greedily. In graduate movements, the alabaster, slender fingers slowly strayed in columns of two revealing sparkling seas of bright, haze-greens that pierced in burning torrents of massive dances of glinting, icy fires. The fingers kept inhaling their way step by step out of the hollow, alabaster cheekbones, concealing in the once nervous gap and filling in the inkling pressure of courageous gather. Eyeliner decorated and accentuated the feline lined eyes, grazing the angelic but cruel eyes into their own hazy distance. And with a huffed sigh, the vampyric saint stood from its own helpless pressure point into its beloved requiem. The hollow steps followed through a long hall, snaking aside into a small pathway that led to a curtained door. The crimson gossamer garland from the tip of the threshold, creasing aside by slender alabaster and covering the golden knob, twisting it in one reluctant handle to the stage revealing the now and once roaring and vital crowd of before, clapping their hands, throwing them in the air and slamming menacingly their bodies into each other, awaiting the icy touch of the idol they were praising for lyrical advice. Blinding lights managed to blanket over the massive horde of hormones, converting them into dancing silhouettes of the night, drowning their own raging towns into decadent drones. It wasn't enough until he too was submerged into the merciless adrenaline.

With the close of the eyes and slowly shrugging his way to the microphone stand, his bony fingers gently wrapped around the circumference of the sphere object, jerking it off the holding stand and kissing it to its parched, translucent lips. An impish grin slowly broadened along the lines of his lips, the lucid view making the crowd break into their millions roars of praise.

"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me..." were the only few words spoken by the drowned tenor tone of the angelic saint standing in front of his worshipers.
"They could care less as long as someone'll bleed."
And as the chorus broke into its piercing grunt, the lights blinded the ends of the crowds, giving them another reason to shout in their own ecstasy drive. The singer tapped his foot to the rhythm, providing little glides across the cord of the microphone, sweeping his foot along the intervals between him and the brim of the stage, swaying his hips in small ritual dances, hypnotizing the worshipers into more praising roars. It was hindering the way the music sank into their skin, absorbing every little velvety word escaped from the vampire's heavenly frosty lips.

After granting them their final encore, the saint had to wave his way off the stage immediately. The ritual wasn't something perpetual, but in a way it would be if it happened as often as the worshipers wanted. With an awestruck crestfallen awe, the crowd wept their solemn way towards the exit, others hoping they'd be a little more lucky to catch their favorite idols in the most unexpected of moments, granted by an access pass backstage.

Moping away the collected moist saturating his alabaster complexion, the raven-haired angel quickly created his tread towards the dressing room. This was it; finally, the chance to rest. Put all the stress away in a hidden closet and forget about the world for just one minute: have his little piece of heaven crammed in his bench where he fell asleep sometimes composing songs. Rubbing away the cascade of raven covering his temples, the green pools seemed to slit away when his eyes widened. The pale light almost illuminated and created a jeweling effect into his granite-stone skin. His hand quickly grasped the threshold about to escape his way from this alarm-pumping moment but it was too late. The person was already there, blocking the entrance to his door where he would have his five minutes of heaven. His eyebrows quickly furrowed into an impaling scowl, his lips thinned, concealing behind an angered frown. The grasp over the doorknob kept growing, almost crumpling the golden steel into the strength of his scathing anger. His eyes grew into icy, acidic winters; cold and poisonous, dangerous at bay and wary, dipped in bitterness. "What do you want?" He hissed callously between pursed lips.

"A little of your time."

[if you haven't figured it out yet, this is Gerard coming from a concert and he's now backstage. He's encountered someone who he doesn't want to talk to apparently. So there's your entrance. Be creative and have fun. :] bahaha. thanks.]

[Little Lion]

"Surely that can't be to much to ask?" The mocking tone carried the invidious attitude of the guest on sweet notes. It was the kind of sugar coated, spoken venom that could only be delievered by a woman. If there was ever a breed whose bark was worse then their bite, it was theirs. This particular woman was undoubtedly the pure essence of the being, sweet and sour, precious and dangerous, alluring and repugnant, all in one instant. The woman made her presence worse, her fingers slid up one side of the doorframe to the angel's beloved sanctuary, her right leg slid to the other side making entry for him only look possible. The action caused the navy blue, 3/4 knitt shirt ride up on her stomach, exposing a good tanned inch. Dark blue jeans hugged low on her waist and fell over ankle cropped boots flaunting heels with a length to kill. The woman knew that there would be no appealing to him so she didn't bother to play that card. There was no batting of eyelashes to play off a puppy dog look and no fliratious tossing of her dark brown hair in hopes to butter him up. Simply the presence of a woman of self importance and unintentionally flaunted looks.

"After all, show 's over and, uhm," A small, devious smile curved on Rio's lips as she let go of the doorway and took a step closer, poking one slender finger into his chest. "Your schedules empty tonight, Gerard." The statement was delivered as a known fact with the underlying tones of threatening intent to reinforce. "Be a good little star and save your whinning, you hate me, you hate the topic, wow, you're just raging with spite." The tone was flat, she knew she was annoying him and that was enough. "Now that the formalities are out of the way, I think we should find a place to have a little chit chat." She had been fidgety during her whole speech but now that it was over her figure stood still infront of him. Her eyes fixed on him and she raised one eyebrow as if asking for his concent but by her tone, his desires were the last thing on her mind.

[so, if I remember, Talen also wanted to join and have Morgan ask about Nocturne. I can have Rio start to ask if that makes things easier. Or you (she) can sneak in on your (her) own cue. xD talking to two people about one is interesting.]

[Dara]

Usually whenever Gerard had been plaing anywhere or any form, Morgan had caved and usually got cheaper tickets with occasionally back stage Passes. Tonights concert had been different though, he'd secretly brought his ticket full price - which had left a dent in his savings. No matter. Hed even had a perfect albi for his Parents..who had gone over potective with their youngest child Something that had irrated the dark-haired teen.
He'd kept himself out of sight from the Raven Haired Rockstar all the wa through the various sets It was only throughout the Last song He'd littered Gerards Mind with images, of things remembered from that night, images that Plagued the eens Nightmares,
Once the performance was over and the crowd thirsting more for Gerards talent he began treading the crowd heading for the stage entrances.
He stood there 'convincing ' the burly bouncer to let him through as he quoted tie after famil tie to him finding nothing worked but that is to be accpted when using fake passes to get back stage.

(im going to leave it there , as I dont think Lillys ready for the bratty teens apperance yet)

[Asphyxia]

For the whole first quarter that the indisputable yet beautiful woman had told him that she just needed a moment of patience from him, Gerard had been a little too angry to reason with anyone even if it was someone he loved more than his music. But that wasn't about to happen anytime soon until he began to take little notice of her movements and the frivolous ways she carried on with her words. His eyes gave a vague squint stamped right on the venomous, impish grin she offered before poking him on the chest and pointing the obvious. His upper lip curled into a bitter, sarcastic smile, but it started shaping into a different drift when he heard the rest of what she had to offer in words; according to looks, no real woman had appealed to the man except for one. The smug returned to his lips quite quickly, almost mirroring the sinking feeling of the impish curve around his frosty, smooth-glass lips. His arms, at vampyric speed, slammed quietly against either side of Rio's head and his body figure molded hers from a distance, pinning her into her own game of trying to keep him away from the door to comply with her offer. "If you didn't have an awful sense of self-adoration, I'd say you were coming unto me." He whispered. Even in his head, he knew the vixen could turn that particular statement upside down but he didn't have time for her arguments. Since she had now managed to at the very least captivate his attention at whatever inkling disturbance she had to discuss with him, he couldn't afford to lose his temper in seconds. "Tsk, tsk... you know better than that. I prefer... longer." His eyes pointed just at the mid-drift of wherever her shirt let on to the belt and no further past that which he had now sealed his eyes. His fingers elevated a small bump from the wooden door, easily floating him unto air to lean him back into position, little inches away from her without trying to corner her anymore. "Let me just talk to my..." his words were interrupted with a single glance towards the security guard. There, in front of the security guard had been standing the small silhouette of his beloved nephew. Gerard had become to appreciate children once he had conceived his own with the girl haunting his past. "Morgan." He spoke lowly under his breath, almost cursing himself off. He knew the boy wasn't too happy with him since he confessed to his sister--which was Morgan's mother--the sole truth about that night at the cemetery. "It's fine, Franklin, let the boy through. He's here for me..."

[Little Lion]

The woman's eyes blinked shut as Gerard's hands made contact with the wall on either side of her. An involuntary, startled look stole over her face while her shoulders shrunk in closer and her hands made a small jump to her chest. In the middle of her expression, the thin smile of sarcasim was already stealing it's way back, accompanied closely by a scowl. With in the moment, she leaned comfortably against the section of wall he'd cornered her in. A light shade of pink had stolen over her strangely tanned complextion. Not by means of his closeness, or his words, but her own embarassement that he had managed to scare her while she was caught up in a moment of narcissistic control and that against her will, or even common sense, she'd flinched at the unexpectedness of the move. She kept from letting her mistakes be known by letting the sour smile pull at the corner of her lips, her eyes peeking out from under her eye lashes in a silent promise to hurt him. "Oh, golly." Her voice slid down the scale and her left hand crossed to her right elbow. "You found me out, Gerard." She replied in an airy, brusque tone. Her eyes had rolled off into space until he began to tsk her and they sharply turned back to his face. She followed his eyes down her form and by the purse of her lips it was almost possible to see her mind turning to catch his drift. She gave the bottom of her shirt a small tug and glanced back up to find that as quickly as he had invaded her space he had left it. She wasn't able to spit out her saucy reply as someone else caught Gerard's attention. "What is that?!" She hissed the words between her teeth, the double meaning being - I'll kill it. She'd pushed away from the wall to see what had captured Gerard's attention when she had held it so perfectly. She thought for one she might get a decent conversational and satisfactory answer out of the man. It pissed her off that a pubescent teen annoyance could so easilly shatter her accomplishments.

[Dara]

Once Gerard had - to the youth's annoyance, defeating the fact hed planning to do this by himself - informed the door man He was with him, Morgan made a rude gesture once the burly security gaurd had turmed is bacj he grinned knowing that one juvienaile act had made him feel so much better.
Morgan leant against the wall studing the women. He figured the women wasn't the fangirl type and hed alwas noticed the lack of female presance. ~could she be a girlfriend?....a one night stand.?...but wasnt Gerard gay...was it possible to stop that and like girls instead?
He sure hoped not.He shivered at the mere thought of kissing a girl.
The thoughts floated on the top of his mind along with images that either adult could pick up should they dare invade a teenagers mind. Soon he ran out of ideas as to the others presance,,besides the topic bored him now.
"Uncle Gerard Nice show...Now I want to see Nocturne, and I want you to arrange it..... "He spoke soft making his simple demand sound like a requesr. It was the only reason he was there that night. For once it wasnt the music, or the band he just wanted answers from the man that haunted his head.

[Asphyxia]

The tame little eyes that had taken over the raven-haired angel's face gave a momentary, cold turn upon hearing the vixen's comment about what was that when clearly, it was a boy. Any bad talk about his dear nephew soured Gerard, but he wouldn't let that show. Ignoring the comment and returning the little purse of his frosty lips back to a tantalizing smile, he studied the boy and the scrutinizing look he'd give both adults like if the older man had some explaining to do about his sexual orientation. His green pools gave a small sway towards the wall just inches away where Rio was and his upper lip slowly puckered in disgust. It was just a little mind fuck for the effect of talking. Turning his head when he finally listened to the teenager's request, Gerard's eyes widened. "No." He said in a firm tone lacking hesitation and with holding upper authority. The hollow green pools squinted behind a mask of raven, analyzing further why in the world would he want to talk to his devious twin when clearly he tried to be a pervert and take advantage of the situation they were in. Not only he had promise his sister he'd protect her son from the clutches of his twin but he'd protect him from even deviating into trouble. Pivoting in his interval, the raven-haired beauty turned to face the woman that had interrupted all the fun planned in Gerard's mind. "If that was your total purpose tonight then you're wasting your time." The few little words spared in a bare murmur were indifferently and flatly spoken while the rock star's hand gave a snake to the door knob, stopping right before he turned the threshold. Although he'd give the world to Morgan if he wanted to, there were certain things he wouldn't do and let Nocturne see Morgan ever again was one of them. The little tingling sensation rushing through his fingers churned deep remorse in the pit of his stomach for denying the simplistic thought revolted the situation to a blackening end. His eyes scolded the woman in front of him, burning through green torrents like a firing flame. His hand turned without hesitation and a smile contorted over his flawless features as he gave just one flick open to the door to just push Rio off it. Even if it didn't manage to completely do so, the satisfied smug kept in his eyes was enough.

[Little Lion]

[kiss me! out of the bearded barely ]

Rio stood a few inches from the wall. Her slender form curved to the shape of a woman with tried patience. She pushed at the three quater sleeves of the knitt top and crossed her arms. The stance only lasted a moment, for once Morgan had made his demands, she instantly had something to say. "Well aren't you full of charm." She mused, her eyes had taken up a chill squint and made her appear almost elven. She picked up on the look that he had made while going from Gerard to her and knew he assumed the worst of her presence. Something that a woman like herself would not stand for. "You must be one of Phoenix's brats. It all traces back to her mother and that loonatic man, stubborn, blunt and..." She let her smirk go, knowing that not giving the last detail would piss him off. "The looks all over you." She muttered with a toss of her hair. The teen's request hadn't phased her even though it had been her own. It wasn't out of her own will that she wanted to see the man he requested, it would never be. He was the one male in the world that intimidated the woman in a sickening form. He scattered her wit with a simple look. She knew there wasn't something not right about him and it gave him the upper hand of unpredictable danger that even she couldn't toy with. It was a level of insanity that was no joking matter. The vixen would never want to meet with him on her own will but since he had started a second round with her, she wanted to find a finish and had saught out the closet contact she could get to him. Her sharp green gaze fixed on his own, locking on as he gave her the same negative answer. Other then a further souring look, she gave no clues that he had dissapointed her and correctly "found her out" this time.

As the star pulled the door into the woman's figure, her stance came to life in a mild explosion. She took what might have been exaggerated steps and leaned one way as if she had been a drunk thrown off balance. The vampiric genes she held may have always showed in her physcial form but it was times like these it was doubtful the dna was really in her. With a blurr of brown her head snapped back in Gerard's direction. "Bitch." Her lips barely moved as the word was hissed out in a quiet, challenging breath.

[bitch and jerk chronicles ? <3]

[Dara]

"No what do you mean No!" Morgan hissed the word burning in his throat. He hadnt thought Gerard would of denied him this small request. Morgan wasnt scared of this Nocturne and the fact they all made him out to be a bogey monster that all should fear.
His mind was racing with reasons Gerard should give him access to Nocturne instead of this locking him away like he was the crown jewels or something.
As his thoughts centered on Gerard he almost missed the slurs on what he saw as both his parents. In his anger he didnt even think that he'd simply misheard, that it could be someone else that she'd insulted . He loved his parents despite his mischievious and wild streak.
"What did you call my mother?" He hissed his teeth bared, as he turned on the girl, "Just because you're my uncles Jumped up little whore doesnt give you rights to opnions on my family Witch" He hissed forgetting all but his rage. It was like a red rag to a bull .
He was forced to halt his attack for moments whilst Gerard attacked her with a door causing her to admit the word bitch. Once More Morgan took it as an insult to his family it was then he tried to attack. Attack in the only way how buy attempting to make Rio his meal. His teeth only barely making her neck thanks to the height his wings gave to him.

[Asphyxia]

Even though the comment had been directed at him to wound, Gerard found it beyond hilarious that he was called a bitch. Maybe he'd finally cracked up the infamous Rio and her compacting, venomous shell. But now all of this little commotion that had barely exploded between his nephew and the woman that had disrupted whatever fun he had in mind was giving him a migraine. His alabaster fingers slowly pinched the bridge of his nose, pinching in deeper with his finger nails until all the creases of his face were exposed in the maddening scowl over-taking him. "Ugh, dear goodness..." strangely, he could feel a presence very known to him react to his little pain. Ignoring it, Gerard turned back around. There were still matters to discuss with the woman interrupting and corrupting the smaller boy. "You heard me." The flat tone coaxed with an angered undertone while his arm had reached to grab the vixen spewing threats. "Leave the kid alone. You're just toning down to his level.." he managed to mumble before hearing a small yelp from the security guards. His eyes traveled to the source, right passed Morgan to a man mirroring the scowled-stricken one except for the newcomer had no tracing angers but no welcoming grins. Impish, devious, cruel and insanity marked all the emotions that cascaded out of his ebony eyes that could only shift to the color green if he'd like. A powerful plan of destruction and a flawless sense of distortion broadened his lips. "I think I heard I was wanted around. I wasn't wrong." The simple voice cooed cynically, his eyes darting from the boy to the woman he'd met once and managed to scare. The smile had fully matured to a grin. The grin withheld no sense of sane, no sense or intention of not doing whatever crossed your mind at the moment. Gerard's eyebrows pulled down, slightly aghast that the presence he had negatively felt inside of him had been the twin he loathed. "What... are you doing here?" Was the in between clenched teeth response and question he offered, immediately releasing Rio from his little grip. Now his entrance back to the room was delayed once again. More raucous to come. "I just wanted to say to hello to my little twin brother... and some other acquaintances." The low, bass tone semi-hissed, stressing certain words for a more chiller effect. His steps were simple and perfectly quiet towards Morgan. "Don't touch the boy..."

[Little Lion]

Rio glared at the kid as he challenged her. "Honey, I called your mom a lot of things." She had been set off, her hair bobbing with the small, sharp movements of her head in emphasis to the sass laced words tumbling from her lips like rejected venom. "What?! What did you-" Rio couldn't quite get the recovery quarrel for that one. It was one thing that the teen had called her a whore, but Gerard's? Even the thought had baffled the arguement right out of her. How anyone got that idea was beyond her. "You dimwit, I am your family." She hissed, rolling her eyes at the childs ignorance, something she hated the most yet ignorace was her bliss. She fed off stupid remarks like the greatest of preditors, always alert for them and never letting one slide. The woman's verbal ground wasn't the only thing she was holding. She kept in place as Morgan drew closer, not intimidatited by a half sized punk. She was expecting a punch not a bite. Her eyes grew wider, relaying her surprise as she realized what he had in store for her. There was no fear in the whites of her eyes, it faded away into it's deep forest green before the elven squint came back making her entire eye seem to be a solid shade of black. It took much more to scare her then a hormonal child. Rio's hands were moving for Morgan to stop his pearly whites from momentarilly flawing her strangely tanned skin but Gerard's reflexes were quicker. She felt his hand close around her arm, a cold, merciless grip that drug her into safety and out of the boys closing jaws whilest saving Morgan from whatever wrath her psycotic fit would have unleashed. Her lavendar tinted lips twisted into a tight purse as her eyebrows furrowed together, her vehement glare still fixed on Morgan as Gerard spoke to her and reminded her to keep some dignity. Her lips gave a small twitch and the look let up with a heavy huff. "Fine." It was like chastising an elder sibling winning the battle against another. They knew it was wrong but they were winning and the authority had no right to deny them victory. The grimalkin had drawn another breath, about to recite the other ill concieved thoughts that had come to her but it was constricted out of her by a tight knot in her stomach. Nocturne's voice hit her senses like a sleet storm. The cold chills rolled down her figure in pricks and pinches along her nerves cutting off signals from her brain to the rest of her and allowing her jaw to slack in an unchecked gawk. The goddess was instantly swept from her pedistal and her eyes deterred to the floor as Nocturne glanced her way as if all along she was nothing more then a low life. She realized her expression and pulled it together, shutting her mouth tightly and bringing the arm Gerard had released back tight against the curve of her body. She peered out at him from under thick lashes as he spoke about Morgan. It may have been a quite, whispery tone but to her it came across loud, clear and foreboding. Unlike Morgan, Nocturne was exactly what it took to scare her.

[Dara]

Morgan hissed softly as his Jaws bit into empty air . He offered dark glares to Rio and Gerard alike. "I dont care if you are my family I bet you're still his whore.....Wh else would he protect you" The boy spoke as if Gerard wasnt there , a simple observer to this play of emotions.
"Im glad he stopped you I bet you tasted awlful anyway"He hissed clenching his fists angril he turned ready to leave , only to be faced with the new figure
"Nocturne..." He gasped. To come this close to his prize, he found the air deflated out of him, that he stepped back towards Gerard where suddenly the ground seemed safer.
"I wanted you Nocturne"Morgan answered with Mock confidence but with some childness in his voice "Its only them that didnt...Gerard he aint gonna hurt me cause your here ....so..."Now he had the object of his desire in front of him and Gerard jumping into the role of protector... Much to Morgans joint dissapoint and relief. He no longer had words to offer anyone and waited for one of the grown ups to speak,

[Asphyxia]

Gerard, not realizing that he had actually saved the vile, repugnant but graceful woman from his nephew's bite face-palmed. Not in shame nor in regret but in disbelief and pure frustration. He knew more insults would come out of the little teenager's childish mouth and more insults would be spewing from both people's mouth. It was sickening to Gerard's ears and stomach as well. Plus now, there was more chaos added into the situation. "Great." He fumbled quietly, hearing Morgan's comment about Rio being his whore and about protection. "What?" The rock star had answered very disoriented and almost slurred when he his question was answered. Rubbing his eyebrows in boredom, the raven-haired man gave a vehement yawn until Nocturne's voice chimed in like horsing, tragic tunes. "Oho ho, brother. I never knew you were into..." his eyes flew across Rio's curves and his eyebrows raised. "Women." The answer seemed to be left idly in hold, though, like if there was some other response in need to say that was intended to be spoken of in the first place but was instead replaced. Rolling his green pools, Gerard shook his head. "Of course not. She interrupted me when I was going to go into my dorm and write." Crossing his arms, a low puff was released from his lips as the teenager stepped his way back towards the angelic rock star as if in protection. Squinting through his raven locks, Gerard couldn't help but to both scowl and be wary in an instant to protect Morgan from any treachery Nocturne had prepared up his sleeve. "Let's be realistic now, boy." Nocturne exhaled a soft snicker, letting the hiss echo into the eerie silence he always seemed to bring upon. "Dear Gerard wouldn't dare touch a hair in your body. He's too much of a pansy... just like..." but the sentence was let loose before he spoke. A widening smirk curved around his lips, hinting his ebony eyes back towards Rio, watching her expression, causing him to chuckle. Gerard, confused, turned to look at the goddess next to him and the sudden change of heart she had. The air of being afraid and embarrassment denoted all over her. That's odd...

[Little Lion]

Rio's face had contorted into sneers as Morgan insulted her position and made her out to be nothing but a whore. However, it eased her nerves that the insult had gone both ways and took a blow at Gerard. It still didn't keep her from grinding her teeth and directing her dark eyed glare towards Gerard and Morgan with enough heat to be felt. Her eyes flicked to Nocturne as he decided to chime in on the little jeer. Her right hand made a small twitch as her index fingernail collided with her thumbnail, moving over each other in several muffled clicks. Nocturne was dissasemballing the goddess with every second that ticked by until he'd got her mind to do back flips and revert back to old habits of nerves pressed by intimidation. She had always fidgeted with her hands, especially her nails when she was nervous or mildly distressed and having lost the controll of the conversation in any form she had become more then mildly distressed. The woman eased a glance towards Gerard as Nocturne went about his merry way insulting his twin but her eyes popped towards him as he trailed off to her. There was a louder click from her nails and the look on her face resembled a dear caught in head lights. She flicked her eyes down to create a mild shelter between her in the man. A light and familiar scowl taking up across her forhead which was tilting to face off to the side. "You." She whispered to finish his sentance. It was boardering spineless, lacking her saucy tones and biting accusation but instead was presented quietly as a simple fact.

[Dara]

Morgan was simpl silent for the Moment. He didnt move neitherdid he speak. The teen that was mouthy moments before seemed struck dumb by all three adults that unflanked him.
He was actually thinking of his next move, something that would of surprised his sister although she would have chatised hiim for not doing it sooner.
He studied Nocturne showing little fear, he had an amused smile watching both men squabble lightl over wh Rio was there ~Least it wasnt just me that thought shes there for ...entertainment~ He smirked shivering as a lewd image flased in his head of the kind of entertainment this women could offer
"I know my Uncle Gerard wouldnt hurt me....Id know too you wouldnt hurt me as long as I was useful too you" Morgan spoke quietly addressing only Nocturne "I also knew if I came to him you'd come out wherever you've been hiding" He crossed is arms and twiched the tip of his wings
~sorry for being a Jerk uncle... but its her fault~He added hoping Gerard would pick up the thought as he waited for Nocturne to make the next move.