12-03-2018, 01:05 AM
Any rememberance of the brother had been stolen by her protective hand, leaving nothing but the hazy sense of an anonymous sibling missing an identity. He didn't want to remember Marco and the pain that followed the mention of the younger boy; not the smoldering field of trampled wheat and bodies, not the flickering embers stinging his knees, not the way blood trickled from under raven hair and drizzled down a tanned forehead, not the hitching breaths fending off sobs as his little brother rolled his eyes back and fell limp. It was a selfish act when he reflected back -- god, why was he so selfish? He forced himself to forget in exchange for relief, burying anything related to his family only to lament over being forgotten himself.
Scarcely anything about the lynx before him screamed "long lost brother" to the little ghost, albeit his name sent a pang of nostalgia through him. Two creatures could not be so different as they were, inside and out. Marco was everything Beck could never be: tall, strong, attractive, polite, confident... his list could go on for another eternity. Scrunching his nose as the divine entity turned his olive gaze on him, the poltergeist curled his bloodless lip at the response. Following? People that followed him typically sought to either capture or kill him, as prior experience mournfully warned. Don't trust him, Becky. He's an angel -- ya know what angels are s'posed to do to things like us. Beck sucked in a hollow breath at the voice hissing in his ear. As much as he hated to admit, the other was right. Fuck it, this was the most interesting event to happen this week and boredom was threatening to make him snap. Visibly gnawing his tongue as he grasped for the correct words to piece into the sentence jigsaw, the poltergeist settled upon a vague rasp, "Dunno. Just go whe-ere the wind, wind takes me, I guess." He paused to arch his back, twitching his flanks to satiate a tic before casting a glance back towards the town he founded. "But I'm, um, stayin' l-longer than usual." After all, he had nothing better to do.
[align=center]»――➤Scarcely anything about the lynx before him screamed "long lost brother" to the little ghost, albeit his name sent a pang of nostalgia through him. Two creatures could not be so different as they were, inside and out. Marco was everything Beck could never be: tall, strong, attractive, polite, confident... his list could go on for another eternity. Scrunching his nose as the divine entity turned his olive gaze on him, the poltergeist curled his bloodless lip at the response. Following? People that followed him typically sought to either capture or kill him, as prior experience mournfully warned. Don't trust him, Becky. He's an angel -- ya know what angels are s'posed to do to things like us. Beck sucked in a hollow breath at the voice hissing in his ear. As much as he hated to admit, the other was right. Fuck it, this was the most interesting event to happen this week and boredom was threatening to make him snap. Visibly gnawing his tongue as he grasped for the correct words to piece into the sentence jigsaw, the poltergeist settled upon a vague rasp, "Dunno. Just go whe-ere the wind, wind takes me, I guess." He paused to arch his back, twitching his flanks to satiate a tic before casting a glance back towards the town he founded. "But I'm, um, stayin' l-longer than usual." After all, he had nothing better to do.