He of course liked holding on to Valeria like this. All the games he got to chose would usually include some modicum of contact - monster chase, cop and robber, tickle beast. She'd not minded when they were kids, and he'd not understood his own impulse either. Not that he dared think about it now. It was natural to think of all manner of things when exploring young women's bodies, wasn't it? He'd not considered it strange when her blushing faces and earthier smiles flashed before him as he fulfilled his duties as a boyfriend to any other raven-haired substitute.<br/><br/>It was with this in mind that he was beginning to soften a bit. He was still mad, but it was a flavor she might remember. Sometimes he thought she liked it, fussing over him, and more times than not he'd hold on to his outrage - when it was over something else - only to have her attention longer. She did not look at him with a soothing expression now, and that bewildered him slightly. In truth Valeria had all the tools to hurt her brother, or control him. But he loved her in part because she was honest with him, so the nature of their connection was perhaps that she couldn't really bring herself to pull him along on a leash.<br/><br/>He gasped when she cussed at him, and squeezed her arms harder. You are being impossible, Val! But he didn't have the chance to say that when he lost round one of making her cancel her meeting with the boy. He'd had such great hopes when she was going through it with her flicking thumb, but all of that was ruined with the arch of the flat social-lifeline through the heated bedroom air. He rolled his eyes and hissed through his throat as it skidded, abused, next to the bag.<br/><br/>He was grimacing menacingly when she looked at him again. The pressure of his fingers were harder than he'd ever subjected her to before. "Don't be like this!" he snarled and tossed her to lay down in bed, her head crashing harshly into her pillow. He wouldn't really hurt her, but he kind of wanted to now. Cayn stood and slammed his fist into his palm as he turned for the phone. "You're being a brat. I hate it when you're like this. You know dad was right that time. We've all spoiled you because you're pretty." he bit, knowing well she had a complex about it. She liked to think of herself a genuinely good person. On most days, he would agree.<br/><br/>Cayn sat on his knees and picked up the phone. The screen was still on, though its journey had somehow brought it back to the main. He sighed and meant to stand when his thigh brushed the bag. He threw a casual eye at the spilled guts of a girls private assembly of neccecities, and smiled subtely at the colorful collection. "Val. Just listen to me." he started, voice calm. He'd gotten a lot by being sweet before. "Just do me the favor, okay? We can talk about..."<br/><br/>It stood out like neon in the night by being perfectly unassuming. But he'd seen the same shape of a packet before. He'd bought the same brand, since they went to the same corner shop. Black little note with silver text. He dropped the phone and shoved his hand into the bag, clutching the flat container at the edge of the shadow that almost concealed her would-be betrayal. He wrenched his hand back with the damning proof held tight, which gutted the already manhandled containment, and let its Technicolor entrails spill in a cloud of make-up and accessories and pocket-sized technology.<br/><br/>"What's this?" he asked, eyes black when he turned to her, still on his knees. A madness took him that neither of them had met with before. He coughed once and harked a single breath that might have been desperate laughter. Contraceptive, latex. "What were you planning to do, Val-e-ri-ah?" he pushed as he stood up, arm still out, fist trembling around the creaking, offending packet. He was with her in an instand, and he didn't even know himself how he'd ended up ontop of her, free hand on her shoulder to keep her down on the bed in which she'd slept since she'd been half her current height.<br/><br/>"Y-you were going to..." he said as he rubbed the knuckles of the holding hand against her cheek. His controll was unschackling around his usual mood, like the ground letting go of a network of roots of a tree that a harrowing storm wanted. "A-albert..." Cayn continued, handsome face mostly unmoving but deeply afflicted with malice and sullied love. He was already ripping the shoulder of her dress and he didn't even register it. "You can't be serious." but he wasn't even listening to himself anymore. "F-for fuck's sake, Val..." he begged, sentiment hollow for something that sounded increasingly like vengeance and justification.