Brand Saint John

[runes_brand]

●Brand Saint John
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[ownperson]

South would steadfastly deny the way her face lights up when Brand calls North 'South's brother', instead of just his name. She honestly can't remember the last time she ever heard that, if she ever did; it's always been 'North's sister', 'Andrew's sister', whatever. She's always been the afterthought.

She won't deny the grin, though, at the way he just calls North on his shit instantly. No pretense. Snickers, too, not bothering to muffle it; if it gets caught in the background when Brand responds, so be it, it's not like North's never heard her laugh at him before.

[runes_brand]

It was North, South's brother, or Drunk bathroom guy; Brand had just gone with the middle-of-the-road option. It's not because he and South are friends or anything. Nobody read anything into it.

"Yeah, I would," Brand answers North. "I'm the one responsible for most of Rune's injuries over the years, even though he's fought monsters older than sentience and bus-sized spiders made of ghosts and rebar. Because every time I kick his ass, he learns a little more about how not to get his ass kicked. And that means the monsters and the people who want him dead can't kill him even when I'm not there to watch his back."

[bothbarrels]

North shakes his head to himself. Certainly, he believes South is better for the exercises they do when they spar, but he doesn't believe that means he needs to make it a goal to injure her or anything.

"I'll keep it in mind," he says. "Honestly, though, the things that make South a weaker fighter have nothing to do with anything that would be corrected by her receiving injuries by my hand."

[ownperson]

South rolls her eyes dramatically this time, choosing not to make any noise he might catch in the background—now this she kind of wants to hear, what would her dear brother say makes her a 'weaker fighter' when he doesn't think she's here to listen?

[runes_brand]

Normally, Brand would leave it here. Not his circus, not his monkeys. But South has shut up to eavesdrop, and he'd be lying if his curiosity wasn't piqued as well.

"Eh, bad habits are a bitch to shake," he says. "What do you think she needs, a tag-team?"