they are like chalk and cheese at times , and some have done a double take at the comment ‘ WE’RE TWINS . ‘ : not because of lack of similarities in how they look , but in lack of similarities in the way they hold themselves ⎯ because sasha is so sasha & eugene is so eugene ⎯ and what one lacks the other gains . sasha is built like a soldier : all armored body & switch - blade tongue , words like sharpened knives & an aura that could put medusa to shame . eugene is the wound on the battlefield : you will find no swords in his hand , no belligerence in his heart . she has always been his defender , and if he could profess even half the amount of strength she did on a daily basis , maybe he could have been hers too ; during the times where there mother saw red & targeted her only daughter instead of her son . maybe he could have protected her too . ❛ how many times do i have to tell you that the notebook isn’t pornographic ? i know you can sometimes get fuzzy on the definitions but , sasha . . . come on . ❜ he mostly dismisses her comment with a crinkle of his nose & a hmpf that signals defeat , because quite frankly he doesn’t want to be slandered in a public bar and he knows his own sister’s capabilities ⎯ she has too much dirt on him , and she’s too shameless for him to have a fighting chance ; and YEAH , maybe it happened once , but oh has he seen ( or heard . ) far worse comin’ from her side of the apartment . ❛ exactly . ❜ hues trail to the man she gestures to , out cold & drooping against the bar ( eugene would have been worried , but he’s certain he saw the man’s chest heave a second ago , or at the very least : he heard a snort , enough to signal life . ) ❛ he was so invested in my talk about thermodynamics that he conked out , it happens to the best of us . ❜ returning his gaze to sasha , he cocks his head , humor still tugging at his features and spilling out into his words , mixed into a half - laugh , half - scoff . ❛ you know i could have eaten you in the womb , but i didn’t , just sayin’ ━ ❜
in truth ? he doesn’t know what he would have done without her , without her being his pillar of strength , without her by his side in the type of life they were cursed with : he never had it as bad , never took the hit that their mother’s flames emitted as much as his sister did , but he still felt the heat . still remembers bowing his head & caving to the true bite to her bark ━ he thinks , if there is anyone in misty hollow who deserves a ticket to a better life , it is his sister ; and if he could pull the stars one by one from the sky to give her that , he would , no matter the burn . ❛ yeah , but ━ ❜ he begins , but she’s already yelling down the bartender for tequila and he’s swallowing back all the excuses , faltering to the laughter as she’s kissing his cheek & he’s trying to rub it away with his knuckles , in the brotherly way . ❛ to the lanes ⎯ or the ones who count . ❜ there’s more he wants to say , like : may we leave this life behind for better things ( TOGETHER . ) may you find happiness somewhere far from here , may we always find strength in each other ; but if he begins , he may never stop spilling into his own hands . so then he’s taking the shot & recoiling at the burn ; features crinkling in disgust as the glass clinks against the bar top . ❛ nasty , real nas ━ argh . ❜
there’s something about eugene thats INFINITELY COMFORTING . not just because he’s her twin , and has grown up by her side , NO QUESTIONS ASKED . whilst sasha burns , eugene has always LIT UP . he’s always been a boy who comforts , and is a calm . he’s always been the kind of boy that can diffuse any situation or person , with a smile on his face, an easygoing tone . simply put - HE’S A GOOD GUY , in a world where there aren’t many . thats why sasha hasn’t brought up the fact that she THINKS she saw their dad . if he even deserves that title . she can’t bring it up to eugene , because she doesn’t know for SURE . she’s always been paranoid . suspicious . jumpy . she’s ERRATIC in every sense of the word . but . . but . she saw a man who LOOKED like their father , and now henry is dead . sasha doesn’t believe in coincidences . but this is one she’ll have to prove on her OWN . “— why do you watch that shit anyways ? it’s all fake as hell . if you’re a bird , i’m a bird . blah , blah . also , it’s SO WHITE . “ she wrinkles up her nose . sasha is more an action , thriller girl herself . eugene’s always been more refined in his tastes . a smile tugs at her lips at their easygoing banter . moments like these make everything e a s i e r . the pressure on her chest lifts. the pounding in her head ceases . it’s just eugene and sasha . TWO HALVES OF ONE WHOLE . so long as she has him , she can do anything in this life . this world . “ you’re such a dork . “ its said fondly , as she reaches over to tug at a strand of his hair . a HABIT she picked up as soon as he was old enough to get a head of it . a little tug . playful . ANNOYING . they mimic each other sometimes , in a way that can be seen as DISARMING . their movements are similar at times . where eugene glows and grows , though , sasha smashes and crashes . ELEGANCE ISN’T HER STRONG SUIT . “ how do you even pick up this stuff ? thermodynamics . . MECHANICS . . god . your brain is way too big . “ and she’s JEALOUS . jealous that he can just DO things and LEARN and be an achiever . her own laugh bubbles out of her , loud , and unfiltered from the alcohol - and the company . “ — and i could have shoved you back INSIDE the womb . seeing as i came out first . older siblings have it so rough sometimes . “ she pretends to sigh , and shake her head .
TO THE LANES . or the ones who count . he says it , and sasha’s eyes glaze over . her and her brother talk , yes . but their FAMILY ( broken , battered , forgotten ) is one thing that never leaves their lips . they don’t DARE to say it or mention it . it’s TABOO . a curse . people know more about the LANE’S then sasha and eugene do , sometimes . sasha will be at the laundromat and a woman will HISS about how sashas mother once passed out with a NEEDLE IN HER ARM in a school parking lot , and SCARED ALL OF THE CHILDREN . the name ‘ lane ‘ precedes them . eugene works on making it better . sasha works on giving the people EXACTLY WHAT THEY EXPECT . their family was never whole . never even given a chance . thats why eugene has to be better . do better . it’s why he MATTERS . he’s the best thing - person - that the lane’s could have produced . “ cheers . “ she mumbles out , slightly more sober , before downing the shot . the alcohol burns . its cheap and HARSH . she coughs , and tries not to laugh TOO LOUDLY at eugene’s wincing . alcohol is not his friend . not his company , like it is to sasha . “ the second one is always better . “ she says , wisely , holding up the next one and gesturing for him to do the same . that wicked , cheshire grin takes over her features again . “ to the smartest man in the room . “ she says this time . “ it’s not that bad , don’t be a pussy . just breathe . inhale . throw it back , and DON’T TASTE IT . “ it tastes akin to petrol , after all . but sasha already knew that . “ ill order you something nicer next . “ because , they both know him agreeing to ‘ one shot ‘ is never just ‘ one shot ‘ with sasha . he has hooked himself into a nights of drinks being poured down his throat by her , until INEVITABLY some trouble or drama breaks out . probably due to sasha .
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