2019-09-03 - Last Will

Ciprian hadn’t realized that his last appointment for the day was his baby sister. So the man had been anxious when she’d shown up in the office and the receptionist had told her to come back to the office.

Minerva was dressed in her usual form of dress, a tailored black dress that was of a modest cut, but well made. She was always in black. Maybe it was something that she was mourning. They didn’t know. She removed her hat when she stepped into his office and then shut the door behind her.

“Irvriya, what’s the matter?” he brother asks as he rises to show her to a chair. The woman gives him a tired smile, “I...need a favor.” she tells him. “More like I’m coming to my brother so that he will know what is going on just in case.” she adds in a bit more emotional of a tone. "I need to have you fill out a Last Will with me." she tells him quietly.

Ciprian looks to his sister with something akin to shock, “What...did you get yourself into, Irvriya?” he asks her as he pulls out a few files from the draw of his desk. “It’s not criminal, is it?” he asks her. He could only imagine the things she had gotten into with the shit she could do.

With what he could do.

“It’s not criminal, or well...I’m going to try to perform an Exorcism. You know how that can go.” she tells him quietly. “And I’m afraid that one of us might die. So I want to make sure that everything is in place just in the event that I die.” she tells him.

“And before you ask, mother and father do not know. And you cannot tell them unless I do die.” she points at him.

Ciprian reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose, “You’re a fucking train wreck. Do you know this?” he asks her. “You are doing seriously dangerous shit and you want me to not notify our parents...unless you DIE. Do you hear yourself?” he asks her as he slams a hand down on the desk.

Minerva jumps when her brother slaps the desk and her good eye snaps up to look at him, “Whatever I do is usually thought about excessively before I do it. Do you think I’d be here if it was some half cocked, half assed plan, Ciprian?!” she growls at him as she throws her hat at him.

“I do not plan to die! I plan to live, but this has to be done in case something goes terribly fucking wrong. I came to /you/ because you are my brother. You know what I went through as a child. You were there when I cut my own fucking eye out, Cip. Do you know how far past crazy I thought I was?” she whispers harshly to him.

Ciprian looks like he struck her and then there’s guilt that fills his dark eyes. She was always the lighter of the two of them. And even if they were years apart she was always the one that tried to protect him and their parents.

Probably because she could electrocute people to death.

“Please help me. In case I die. I do not want mom and dad to be in the dark.” Minerva asks him as tears slide down the right half of her face. “And if you do this then I will call us even and I will even go to Tel Aviv to replace you since you don’t want to leave Ashira.” she offers.

Fucking done. “I’m glad you realize how much I hate Tel Aviv.” he brother breathes out. “Alright, tell me what you want where and we’ll get this done. And notarized.” he tells her with a shake of his head, his curly hair going everywhere.

Then he reaches across to take her hand and squeeze it gently, “I love you, I hope you know that.” he whispers to her.

Minerva just gives him a bright smile, “I know. And I love you too. Thank you for helping me.” she tells him quietly. Then it’s down to paperwork and settling affairs.

In case the worst did come to pass.