‘Lavender’, huh? Femininity, and elegance; the women’s royal purple, a matured pink. So the woman in front of her was delicate and precious? A mystery, lavender was, not as deep as it’s sister purple, but still a mystery, a gentle, elusive mystery that needed to be solved with care. August, the ending of summer and beginning of spring; the month that wallowed in the last breath of summer air. Sharing the transitioning period between summer and fall with September; not as acknowledged as its brother, September, but just as important. Chilled to the bone by fall, and set aflame by summer; the month was so confused, it never knew rather to be hot or cold, much like its cousin March; though so much more bitter.<br/><br/>“A pleasure, most assuredly, ladies.” Elvira smiled, eyes flicking slightly to the snake.<br/><br/>Oh how cute, not the snake’s appearance—<em>that</em>creeped her out greatly—she meant how it seemed to move around, flicking it’s tongue. Those things couldn’t hear, they felt the world around them—could it feel her happiness from the old man? She was sure her nerves were practically screaming at the time, animals always had this sense of things, things human bodies could give off, but never detect; maybe it smelled her. It was also turning in her direction; poor thing couldn’t move its eyeballs, so its movements were not discreet in the slightest. Elvira also wondered what it tasted on her; it flicked its tongue quite viciously.<br/><br/>Her grin grew delicately larger, top layer of teeth showing, mouth slightly parted, listening as Lavender questioned her about her brother. “Mhm, he is,” and so much more, “he’s my older brother; Alvira.”<br/><br/>It didn’t hurt her to say it, she was quite glad he was her brother, proud, actually; at least she wasn’t calling him her guardian anymore (though adding ‘angel’ at the end was cute, for a while). Though she felt like so much more; like now, she felt like a wife, being taken to a place like this, meeting his employers like the woman of the house should. She often wondered what he did, a little jealously; these were the people who kept him away from her at odd ends of the night, but if he was doing things like this, then she forgave them. Speaking of which, she wanted to see those green eyes fill with emotions; it was like a drug, watching them tell her how they felt—she really wanted to see that again. Alvira came looming back into the neighborhood, holding a tween girl under his arm like one would a football; she kicked, screeched, and batted at him, but his stone like abs hurt her more than him. He came up behind her sister, not glancing at the two women, and Elvira turned hearing his heavy foot falls.<br/><br/>“What took you so long?” Elvira pouted.<br/><br/>“They wouldn’t look at me.” Alvira admitted, it was true, none of the other men he found had green eyes, and not many of the women would glance up at him, they would cower in fear with eyes closed or heads buried. He didn’t have the patients for them, he had to literally shake this little girl he held to get her to show her eyes to him; she might have gaze around in a daze, but she still showed them to him.<br/><br/>“Oh!” Elvira cooed, the little girl had short blonde hair, metal on her teeth, and tears staining her dirty face; she was absolutely adorable. Elvira looked over to August and Lavender, “have you ever looked into the eyes of a dying child?” Elvira asked, standing up from her crouched position in front of the girl’s face. “I have not, but I know it will be glorious.” She told, and turned back to her brother.<br/><br/>Alvira already had the girl bound—he would have done so earlier, but it was<em>something</em>about her screams and struggle—he raised her up in front of Elvira (her neck was so thin, he could choke her from behind), Elvira scooted to the side so she wouldn’t block the other’s view; it was a celebration, wasn’t it? They should share the joy with the two women. Ah~ her forest green eyes turned into a vibrant green, making the brown, that wasn’t noticeable at first, pop—she was terrified now. The green started to turn a deeper moss color, the brown flecks turning a lovely gold—friendly little passion. It then started to mold into a rusty gold, the green only a tint now; it wasn’t until that celadon color exploded from her pupil, did Elvira close her eyes in bliss. Alvira was watching his sister’s eyes this time, he could see the emotion dance in her dark eyes, he always knew what she was feeling, but it was nice to see it in her eyes every once in a while. His eyes then flicked to the two women—Elvira was empathic when she looked into eyes, eh? What was the August girl seeing—did she see the colors his sister seen? What did meek little Lavender see, was it the same, did she understand the colors. Were there even colors, or did him and his sister make them up? Alvira stared at Lavender longer than he should, his eyes on hers, but he wasn’t<em>seeing</em>, he was in his mind, deep inside it.