☮ = waking them up after a nightmare
nothing but pure darkness surrounds him, a void so pitch black and so deathly quiet his heartbeat echoes. the HEART of both a demon and a human, that’s his only source of comfort. but in reality, it only worsens the fact that, indeed, he’s all alone. it SLOWLY sinks in, the feeling of ABANDONMENT. and his face CONTORTS in the bitter realization. then at that instance his nakama appear before him and for a moment rin is RELIEVED, smiling, even. but as he extends a hand out it, it was like touching a mist, nothing but a transparent illusion that wavered out before him.
that’s when rin knew, no one was there for him. his lungs burn as he tries to cry out but not a single noise escapes. ‘n-no…’ trembling his knees give in as he collapses down on the floor, kneeling hopelessly. he stares down at his hands with hazy vision, unable to focus it. ‘g-guys i thought y-you — ’ no, please, don’t leave him. he never asked for this. he never asked to be born, especially as the cursed son of satan. all his life even as a child people compared him to a demon for an EXPLOSIVE temper, now he COULDN’T even deny it wasn;’t trust. because it was. blood doesn’t lie, and boy, rin wish it did. don’t leave him, don’t leave him!
all these PEOPLE that he cared deeply for were no LONGER in front of him. the priests at the monastery, his real father, shima, izumo, shura, suguro, konekomaru, shiemi … and worst of all even — then that moment, all the DARKNESS fades as he’s greeted by the SCENERY of their dorm room CLOAKED in the moon’s light, and also the first person he sees is none other then; ❛ h-huh? y-yukio? w-what are you – ❜ spoke, feeling the firm grip of his brother’s hands on his shoulders. a little disorientated after WAKING up, the teen quickly shakes his head. the first thing he notices is how messy the covers were. was he THRASHING in his sleep? was it all just a dream? still SHAKEN up blue orbs fixate upon the younger, then without warning his hands come up to touch yukio’s shoulders to CONFIRM that he was, indeed, real and not another fake.
—— now, finally, he exhales with great strain as if he hasn’t BREATHED in forever. then finally he faces his brother, a HEAVY sigh heaved;
❛ a-ah jeez … sorry, did i wake you? ❜
( and his brother wasn’t getting much SLEEP these days either, was he? ) lips forcefully curl themselves in a strained smile, tired eyes reflecting back at his brother in the dark. his NERVOUS laughter echoing in their room. ❛ c’mon, i’m fine! your older brother isn’t AFRAID of an little bad dream, go back to sleep, ah … again, sorry t’wake ya, y-yukio. ❜
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