little lion man

kyle mitchell, 21, school president, aspiring author. clearly the best mitchell, anyone who says otherwise is just jealous. kiara's twin and simon's younger brother. @kylemitchell: #longhairdontcare

[youreldestmitchell]

[Simon could not describe the noise that followed when Kyle’s fist collided with his nose. It was somewhat a groan mixed with a whimper maybe even a gasp was in there. Honestly, it was a noise he didn’t even know could come out of his mouth. The sudden impact cause him to stumble back before he regained his footing. The blood wasted no time in making itself known on how much damage his brother did. It streamed down and into his mouth as he tried to gain conscious on what just happened. He spits out the pool of blood in his mouth on the ground, pressing the sleeve of his jacket up to his nose for it to stop bleeding, but the slight pressure caused him to wince.  He nose for sure was either broken or badly bruised. Spitting out some more blood, he looked up at Kyle. His lips and teeth were stained red as he tried to talk.] I deserve that. Want to add more? Come on, you can do better. [Simon wasn’t trying to be an ass. But with already getting beaten by Tim and Percy, he had an idea that this would help. If talking wouldn’t help, then hitting him was the next best option.]

[kylemitchells]

Yeah, you do do deserve it. More? [Kyle raised an eyebrow] You deserve to have every bone in that pathetic body of yours broken, but goading me into punching you isn't going to work. I'm not as weak as you. And besides, I did a pretty nice job on your face, the damage is already done. Hitting you again would imply that I care more than I do. So I'm done.

[kiaraofthemitchellclan]

[she ran a hand over her face, proving more of a mess of her features, tears smudging everything they came into contact with as she sobbed, falling further to the ground until her head lay safely in his lap] Simon.. He’s.. here.

[kylemitchells]

[he pulled her further into his lap so that she was almost sitting on top of him, and hugged her tight, stroking her hair. The anger was already beginning to bubble up inside him, and it took all of his strength not to run off to find Simon immediately] I... I'll kill him, I swear to god, I'll kill him.

[youreldestmitchell]

[Simon slowly backed away from his younger brother. Honestly, the man had no idea what to expect from Kyle but he knew that whatever it was wasn’t going to be good. At all. But he had to face his problems and right now deserved everything his sister had said and now whatever his brother will do.] Yeah… She was right. 

[kylemitchells]

[a beat of silence passed, as Kyle stood facing his brother, blue eyes stormy. He didn't know what to say, didn't particularly know how to feel. It was the curse of the Mitchell family, he supposed, to endlessly mess things up and have no real idea how to solve the problems they created for themselves. But this was different from anything they'd dealt with before. Kyle was a creative guy, but he couldn't find the words to describe how utterly betrayed he felt. Finally, something within him snapped. Curling his hand into a fist, he pulled it back and punched his brother in the face, hard, hard enough that he heard the crunch of bone as his fist collided with Simon's nose. In his angry state, Kyle found the sound oddly satisfying, and he straightened up, shaking his hand] Fuck you.

[youreldestmitchell]

[It had been an hour since his plane had landed and he still hasn’t left the airport. He knew reporters would be outside just waiting for him to come out. He could see the headline now: Eldest Mitchell Back From the Dead. Or at least something like that. He knew the rumors that went around about his disappearance and for once was okay with them. 

Sitting in one of the chairs, he noticed a jacket getting left by one of the passengers about to board a plane. Now, a good person like his usual self would grab the jacket and run up to the man. These were different circumstances though. He didn’t want anyone to know he was back yet. He just wanted to slowly transition into the hum of a city and the background noise of people bustling around. He didn’t want the never ending phone calls from his family or the never ending questions from everyone. Not yet, anyway.

He grabbed the jacket and slipped on it. It was a hoodie — one that was a little too big, but that was okay. It was perfect actually. With his carry-on in hand, he made his way out of the airport. The hood was draped on his head, easily covering the sides of his face while sunglasses hid most of his face.  

He took one of the shuttles to the address he had written down in a now crumbled piece of paper. The papers had also included where his siblings were staying. Walt Disney College. Sounded like a load of bull to him, but already being accepted due to the help from Nina when he landed in Brooklyn he decided to go. It was the better option he could choose. 

He thanked the driver once they stopped at the school. Carry-on now pulled over his shoulder, he tried to make his way to where he needed to go. Constantly looking from side to side seeing if anyone had noticed him or if reporters were already on their way to strike, he wasn’t paying any attention to anything in front of him and easily bumped into what felt like a person.] 

Ah, shit. I’m sorry — I shoulda looked where I was goin’, yeah? Here, lemme help. 

[kylemitchells]

[still fuming from his conversation with Kiara, Kyle stormed across the main quad, determined to find the person she'd told him was back. A million different emotions cycled through his head, but the prevailing one was rage, and he was so consumed by anger and betrayal that he didn't notice someone in front of him. Reeling from the head-on collision, Kyle was about to yell at the person who had bumped into him when he looked up into a once familiar face. Almost seething with disgust, his eyes suddenly turned cold] Kiara said you were here.

[kiaraofthemitchellclan]

[Her face awash with tears - make up running everywhere, Kiara threw open Kyle’s door, her hand tugging at her hair] Kyle! Wake up.. He’s here.. [as if the words were a cue all their own, she sank to the floor] He’s here.

[kylemitchells]

[the sound of the all too familiar voice brought Kyle to his feet in a flash. Confused, he started at his sister for a moment, wondering just who this 'he' might be. Suddenly, the realisation dawned on him, and he slowly slid to the floor beside Kiara] Surely you don't mean... No. No.

[quoted-books]

For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (via quoted-books)

[kiaraofthemitchellclan]

I know, I know. Alright, I’ll stop. It’s just.. it’s hard not to sometimes. I uh.. - sometimes I wonder if Dad was here. T-that, maybe I wouldn’t.. [shakes her head] It doesn’t matter. I know I don’t have to feel like that around you. You’re just.. I wish I was strong like you, that shit didn’t get to me so much. I wish I could fix me.

[kylemitchells]

I know it's hard. But I'll help you. If Dad was here, everything would be different. But we can't change that, so we need to make do the best we can with what we've got. You are strong, K, more than you realise. And it does get to me, I'm just a really ugly crier so I try not to let it show. [he lets out a low chuckle] You don't need fixing.

[kiaraofthemitchellclan]

And disappointed, don’t forget that - she wouldn’t. I just.. - god I’m so stupid. What the shit is wrong with me? I was fine, for so long. If you can talk to her without this becoming a world war, I will never make fun of your hair again. [she bites her lip, silently disagreeing with him] I feel worse.

[kylemitchells]

No. No. You're not stupid, stop. You're human, of course you're going to make some fucking mistakes along the way, but don't you dare beat yourself up over this because it's not the end of the world, it's fixable, and I will fix it, I'll help you with whatever you need, whenever you need it. I believe in you with every little part of me, I always have, so don't put yourself down, please. I'll talk to her, I promise.

Don't. You have nothing to feel worse about, not with me.

[kiaraofthemitchellclan]

I feel like it.. you should hear the voice messages she’s left on my phone, and those were before she started ignoring me. Mom is so angry. I - I know you would.. [frowns] Don’t be better? you’re my person too.

[kylemitchells]

She's not angry, she's just scared. I'll talk to her, I'll make it okay. [he nods slightly] Having the kind of problems you're having doesn't make you a worse person, you need to remember that.

[dailyjamiebower]

[kylemitchells]

Para: Kiara → Shake It Off.

It was early, perhaps too early, and the horizon was only just beginning to be tinged with the gold of dawn, like a fresco in its very early stages of creation. As was his custom, Kyle was awake, having never been someone who needed especially long amounts of sleep, but instead of spending the morning writing or running like he usually did, the middle Mitchell child was sat on his bead in the dark, head resting on his hands. Thoughts of his sister kept circling through his mind, of her shaking hands and big, sad eyes, and the images cycling through his brain made him slightly sick and more than a little angry.

He remembered the last time a similar crisis had hit the Mitchell household, remembered the shouting and the crying and the disappointment that seemed to attack Kiara from all sides. It wasn't fair, he had decided then, that someone should be so judged for such a common human error, just because they happened to be in the public eye. He'd managed to silence the newspaper that had printed the photo of his twin taking drugs during the tornado, but in the back of his mind he knew that it wasn't long before another surfaced. Such was the nature of the media in the modern world, and although Kyle grudgingly understood that he hated it. And he knew that he had to do whatever he could to make it at least a little better.

So he huffed out a decisive breath, and stood, quickly getting dressed and heading for the door, careful not to wake Todd as he left. The walk to Kiara's dorm wasn't a long one, and Kyle used his spare key to let himself in. Softly padding through the kitchen, he made a beeline for her room and gently pushed open the door. As he'd predicted, she was awake and fully dressed, sitting on the floor and looking at her phone, the blue-white glow of the screen framing her face with a sort of halo. Smiling softly to himself, Kyle bent down and took the device out of her hands, throwing it to the other end of the room. "No phones," he told her before she could protest. "No friends, no media, no drama. We need five minutes to just be." Straightening up, he extended a hand to her, pulling her up off the floor. "Come on."

[incoffinofglass]

Oh, I know. However, I’m not the brooding and deep type of a person most great thinkers tend to be, not by a long shot. Please don’t make me list all of them, it would go on for days. 

[kylemitchells]

Most great thinkers are complete weirdos, you'd fit in just fine. [he laughs] Okay, fine. Top 3?

[kiaraofthemitchellclan]

And what if I don’t? What then? I’m a disappointment enough without being a junkie too. [she closes her eyes tightly, almost melting into her brother out of shame] D..- do you think you could do that? I mean.. it wouldn’t make much difference, but.. I love you too, Ky. I’..- I’m sorry, I don’t mean to do this to you.. I..- I’ll be better.

[kylemitchells]

You're not a disappointment, don't fucking say that, just don't. [he nods furiously] Yes, I can. I'd do anything for you, you know that. Anything. [then he shakes his head] No, don't do that, don't apologise. You have nothing to apologise for. And don't be better, I don't want better. Screw being better, be you. You're my person, you don't need to be anyone else.

[cuteofrp-deactivated20210301]

[kiaraofthemitchellclan]

[she bites down on her lower lip to stop herself crying] God, Kyle. Its like you’ve never been to the far corner of the library before. Have you seen the kids that hang out there? They make me look like a poster child for rehab. Me. Poster child. [frowning in return, she raises her visibly shaking hands] I thought I kicked it. [rolling into him again, she nods against his chest - though every part of her body physically objected to the idea of being helped] Don’t tell anyone.

[kylemitchells]

I know, I thought so too. But you'll kick it again, just like last time. [he pulls her even further in and hugs her as tightly as he can] I won't, you know me. And I'll try to get that story about the tornado retracted, so don't worry about the press. Don't worry about anything. I love you, okay?

[adelaideneptune]

Oh, I swear I’m very trustworthy. Oh guitar? I’m piano. So I get your pain now. Ouch. 

[kylemitchells]

Yeah, ouch is right. At least it's my left hand, so I can still write normally.

[everentreating-blog]

I would, but you don’t need a bigger ego than you already have.

[kylemitchells]

[he grins] Oooh, bite me.