Brothers Divided (Vrinn x Dizzy's Vision)

"What about the Goblin King!?" comes a booming voice from the back. Vrinn's exclamation comes just moments before the applause from the well off crowd. Dizzy, in middle kiss, looks directly through the crowd of party goers to gaze at the heckler. He let's go of the goblin queen's mouth as his green eyes meets the gaze of a man that appears to be his father. However... When their eyes meet, Vrinn's back is set ablaze as he staggers back. His nose becomes full with the smell of fire. He chest burns as he sees the Pixie Kitten enveloped with flames and his brother not a few yards away, the firelight dancing in his eyes as a bitter smile plays on his lips. Vrinn looks at his brother with utter assurance that Dizzy set the fire the send him, like a hound, on the trail.

The vision filling his mind, Vrinn feels an unnatural calm wash over him. Not a calm of content, but a calm of pure rage. His own crystalline blue orbs gazing into the green of his half-brother, Vrinn breathes in deep, the party goers seeming to fade into the background, unfocused, blurred and grey. His attention purely on the target of his vengeance even as the mark of his Goddess scorches his back with insurmountable pain. Time pauses, the image of Dizzy holding Grosilge in a loving embrace burnt into his mind, the declaration of their love for each other, though fake, twists into a mistruth of the event, Vrinn seeing the play acting as reality. His anger intensifies along with the searing of his gift, finding some perverse pleasure in the pain that wracks his body. The surprised look on his wife's face does little to assuage the intensity of his inner ferocity, instead seeing the two lover's standing in front of the burning temple in their current embrace, his sibling's face twisting into a maddened grin as Grosilge watches. Unblinking he glares, his visage truly taking on that of his fathers at his most violent, a sneer curling his upper lip, his brow furrowed, teeth gritted, his whole body tense, ready to strike down any that stand between him and his vengeance.

Dizzy's sees every slight that Vrinn has perpetrated. From the way his father fawned on him, to the various but numerous embarrassments that Vrinn sourced, to the most recent humiliation. The hatred burned in his belly so deep he made his blood run like molten steel. And yet, here in his arms another victory, another chance to re-write history with Vrinn on the humiliated side.  And it couldn't be enough. It would never be enough. Vrinn's debt was beyond infinite and his punishment would also be. Dizzy smirked back in challenge, the steel in his veins turning into the poison that would crumble Vrinn's world to dust and leave him isolated in his misery.