Snippet #1503049

An almost threatening glare was sent Heaven's way as Cyrus's sister told them to be careful. Cyrus's gaze was stern- if they weren't careful, the two would be paying for it. Of course he wasn't as physically violent with the younger ladies, but, if they brought trouble to the family he wouldn't hesitate to lay down the law and make sure it never happened again. He then silently returned to his food, busy mind going over the chores he had to do on that particular day.

Asher turned to look at Cheyenne, a bemused look to his scruffy face. "Twin." He corrected, voice calm due to the drugs that subdued him, "Twin sister. You know, the woman I was born beside. You know, the woman who I have never went a day without speaking to. You know, the woman who is basically me with a different set of plumbing."

His anger seemed to build as he spoke, his voice getting harsher, and the slightest bit louder. "I'm not sorry for being upset about losing her. She's my twin sister- she's been at my side far longer than you ever have. Not once has she shown a shred of jealousy when I choose to spend my time with you, to kick her out of what had been our room, and our bed, for you. She has never spoken an ill word about you- when in reality, you replaced her. So, fuck off."

It wasn't often he'd go on such a rant, usually unable to organize his thoughts so clearly- but, this was about Rosemary. This was his wife getting angry at him for mourning her possible loss. He was working himself up into a state of rage, one could tell by the fist curling at his sides, and the irritable twitch in his lip. That twitch had always been a warning sign for Asher. He was a ticking time bomb and getting very close to exploding.

Cyrus, on the other hand, had simply rolled his eyes at the arguement. The couple's spits were far too common for him to worry about anything- though he had stepped in numerous times before when Asher would go ballistic. That's when he heard Sydney scream. He made no move of hesitation, he immediately jumped out of his chair and darted up the stairs- impossibly silent for his breakneck speed. He slid on the hardwood floor as he reached the room he and his wife shared, expression frantic.

"What's wrong, Syd?" He inquired, voice showing the matter was pressing and urgent.