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Last week my snippet was serious, leaving many of you worried about Rogue. In this scene, Rogue's brother has finally caught up to them, not too long after last week's conversation and his entry to the house, isn't exactly wanted by either Rogue or Gypsy. (please note that Gypsy is non-binary, thus the they/them pronouns) and again I apologize for the length.
Thunder accompanied the sound of the door being kicked open, the thud of it crashing against the wall jarred them from sleep. Fester woofed and let out a growl as the heavy tread of boots echoed off the kitchen floor. Gypsy stood, only to have their arm grabbed and held firm by Rogue. Without the candles, they couldn’t see his face, until a flash of lightning showed him reaching for his bag as the footsteps got closer. The press of metal into their palm alerted Gypsy to the fact they’d been handed a knife, and they closed their fist tight around the handle as he stood, silent and moving past them towards the noise.
Lightning illuminated a large figure in the doorway, and Gypsy gasped.
“You might want to back out of here nice and slow,” Rogue advised, his voice having gone low and deadly. “I’m armed, and you’re trespassing.”
“I figured I’d find you here.”
That voice, Gypsy tensed even more than they already had and fumbled around for the lighter Rogue had laid on the coffee table, fingers shaking as they attempted to light the candles. The first tiny flicker of flame in the darkness blinded them for a moment, and they blinked several times to clear their vision.
They almost wished they hadn’t, when they turned their gaze towards the voice. Randy stood in the doorway, as large and imposing as the last time they’d seen him. Fury rose up in them, warring with anxiety.
“What the hell are you doing in my house?”
All of Randy’s attention was on his brother, his expression hard, bordering on aggression. “Looking for this son of a bitch.”
“You ever hear of knocking! Who do you think you are? You can’t just kick the door in like some fuckin’ psycho.”
“I’m not the crazy one here.”
Gypsy looked between the two, noting the way Rogue still held the knife like he intended to use it. Stepping between them, Gypsy hoped to diffuse things before they got out of hand.
“What do you want, Randy?” They asked, taking a step towards him, hoping to heard him back towards the kitchen. Of course he was too stubborn to go.
“Isaac told me Rogue was headed this way. Saw his truck in the barn, thought maybe you were in trouble.”