09-09-2019, 04:37 AM
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/i had too much must so ill make a subaccount for these bois once thats back up lmao
view point: image
trigger warning: emotional abuse, brief suicidal though at the very end?
he wasn't allowed to speak. he didn't know if he had the strength to, even if he had been allowed. the one that moved them along was mostly his brother, which forced his one leg to step forward even second or two when he could muster the strength. they'd been walking for so long, no rest for him, no. he wanted to beg, or just stop moving his leg to make them both fall face first into the ground, but lord knew that was a horrible idea.
if he wasn't already dead, he knew this would have killed him. if his tearducts had still produced enough tears, he might have cried, but lord knew that was a bad idea. he had closed his eyes long ago, hoping his brother might just stop, please just stop, im begging you-
their rear lowered to the ground, and it was such a good feeling. their front was being lowered, and image realised that mirror was just as tired as he was. slowly lowering his rotting head to the ground, he would rest the side of it in the dirt and let out a shaky breath. it felt so nice to finally just rest, but he could practically feel his brother's rage.
"mi-"
"you're so damn weak. you can't even walk for more then ten minutes without needing a break. what's wrong with you?" the snap caused image's ears to pin back, squeezing his eyes shut.
"you try being dead, mirror.."
"you're not fucking dead. you just look like it. and you try carrying a bunch of dead weight. i should be the one that's exhausted, not you."
image flinched at the words and sighed softly. be wanted to apologise, but knew it would be no use. his brother would stay bad, and its not like he could just run away if mirror tried to bite him. not without mirror coming along with him. you see, they shared a body, however, they each had their own head. their own brain.
"now just keep your mouth shut so you don't fuck this up for us."
so they had reached their destination. he should've known better then to think they were resting. when had he ever known his brother to rest? this place was so humid, he knew that wouldn't be good for his already decomposing body, but.. he would have to deal.
why didn't you just let me die if you hate me so much? this is hell.
so, he was made to wait, and wait, and wait until someone would find him. he simply closed his eyes, finally allowed to rest.
view point: image
trigger warning: emotional abuse, brief suicidal though at the very end?
he wasn't allowed to speak. he didn't know if he had the strength to, even if he had been allowed. the one that moved them along was mostly his brother, which forced his one leg to step forward even second or two when he could muster the strength. they'd been walking for so long, no rest for him, no. he wanted to beg, or just stop moving his leg to make them both fall face first into the ground, but lord knew that was a horrible idea.
if he wasn't already dead, he knew this would have killed him. if his tearducts had still produced enough tears, he might have cried, but lord knew that was a bad idea. he had closed his eyes long ago, hoping his brother might just stop, please just stop, im begging you-
their rear lowered to the ground, and it was such a good feeling. their front was being lowered, and image realised that mirror was just as tired as he was. slowly lowering his rotting head to the ground, he would rest the side of it in the dirt and let out a shaky breath. it felt so nice to finally just rest, but he could practically feel his brother's rage.
"mi-"
"you're so damn weak. you can't even walk for more then ten minutes without needing a break. what's wrong with you?" the snap caused image's ears to pin back, squeezing his eyes shut.
"you try being dead, mirror.."
"you're not fucking dead. you just look like it. and you try carrying a bunch of dead weight. i should be the one that's exhausted, not you."
image flinched at the words and sighed softly. be wanted to apologise, but knew it would be no use. his brother would stay bad, and its not like he could just run away if mirror tried to bite him. not without mirror coming along with him. you see, they shared a body, however, they each had their own head. their own brain.
"now just keep your mouth shut so you don't fuck this up for us."
so they had reached their destination. he should've known better then to think they were resting. when had he ever known his brother to rest? this place was so humid, he knew that wouldn't be good for his already decomposing body, but.. he would have to deal.
why didn't you just let me die if you hate me so much? this is hell.
so, he was made to wait, and wait, and wait until someone would find him. he simply closed his eyes, finally allowed to rest.
tags | updated 9/9/19:
BROTHERS IN MORE THAN NAME / ☆☆☆