Varian stilled at Rose's response but his features softened in his mind he thought maybe she had started to take a liking to her new home. In reality she had bought time for the brother's to gain some distance, but as he relaxed hi took a deep breath taking in the air of the room. He blinked for a few moments as the scents register within him. A slight twitch in his jaw gives away his thoughts he knows he brother was in the room, and recently. With a sigh he lets the feelings vibrating in him slowly fade as Rose had asked to stay here longer.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"> I guess I should  give her a few days to get comfortable before I tell her the news of her engagement to the family</span></span>. The thought weighs heavily on him but he has no time to tell her of this news without putting her through more stress then she has already endured in the past few hours. He had not said yet but he had to go to a business meeting for a few days leaving her in Sasha's care. And well his brothers as well.<br/><br/>Damian headed back into his room, furnished in a black modern look the silver headboard gleaming under the soft light of the room the black satin sheets calling to him with the soft caress. Ploping onto the large queen sized beds he out scratched his arms till a pang of heat and pain washed over him making him flinch. With that Damian was back up facing the window of his room. The glass reaching the top of the ceiling giving him a view of the last moment's of the sun its bright colors fading from the clouds. Damian's hands gently going over his shirt buttons, one by one springing free cooling his flesh. The wounds now only lightly colored pink flesh still healing not yet back to its olive tint quite yet but by morning there would be no trace. Damian walks over to a full length mirror his strides not rushed but subtle his arms leaning back letting the shirt fall to the floor softly his hands raise to the marks on his flesh. His thoughts are dark and sad, he had meant what he said when he talked to Rose.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"> Who do you think will win</span></span>the words echoing in his mind. they had been words of anger and spite words not meant for her. Not that he could really take them back just like his actions they were done and there was no erasing them.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"> I am not worthy to be the one that survives but I can't bare to not live</span></span>the thought wounding him. Turning from the mirror he heads for his closet but as he looks to his room a photo catches his eye. Its a photo of him and his brother when they were young fawning over there younger sibling after she turned a year there attitudes had gradually gotten worse, but still they had loved each other so. Did every pair feel this way or were some not to think about it, they had read in there family history some were separated and eventually pitted against one another and still the results were the same. A sibling dies and years later one of them pays for it with there life. A sad and heavy burden for every set of brothers. With a heavy heart Damin places the photo down not realizing he had picked it up.