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@ohwindsor

take all of your so called problems; better put 'em in quotations.

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Though the fact that Windsor accepted his sexuality was a calming one, Aspen remained fiery and indignant, nostrils flaring and hands curling into fists absentmindedly. “You do realise,” he snarled, his anger rising when he felt the beginnings of ice meeting his heat, “that Enmity is a population of bad people. All we want are bad things, and all we do are bad things. You learn to trust even those who can’t be trusted.” Aspen took a deep breath and cooled himself slightly, staring down at his brother with an eyebrow cocked. “This is what you’re becoming apart of.”

"Look me in the eye and tell me that the fact that he could charm you at any time and you'd never know doesn't terrify you and maybe I'll believe that." Windsor scoffed. The air around them is frosting over, and snowflakes are settling onto Windsor's skin. "Anyway, I'm sure there's more to Enmity than american greed. After all, you guys have all the money in the world." And he took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and watching the stream of cloudy white come out of his mouth. "I'd still try to be a good person, even as a part of the bad man's club."

Though Aspen hadn’t exactly expected a positive reaction from his brother, he certainly wasn’t prepared for Windsor to spit out crude comments about his boyfriend. “Yes, I am,” he growled, teeth clenched and bared at his twin as his hands heated rapidly over the other’s legs. “Is that a problem?” His eyes narrowed and he shoved Windsor’s thighs off his lap, standing and crossing his arms defensively. “I’d advise you not to speak ill of him, brother,” he spat, lips curled into a hateful snarl.

Aspen's reaction to his words didn't exactly shock him. Aspen had always been volatile, prone to anger and easily upset, even as a child. Windsor always supposed it was a product of their environment. "You dating a guy isn't the problem, I don't care about that. It's just this guy. You have to know he isn't a good person, Aspen," Windsor defended, the air around him icing over as he watched heat waves pulse from Aspen's hands. "I'd advise you to be careful, brother," he retorted.

The question gave Aspen pause; though he himself brought up the subject, he was now finding it difficult to follow through with the conversation. “It’s a bit complicated,” he began, toying with the hem of his shirt as he spoke, “and if you tell anyone, you’re absolutely dead.” A deep breath filled his lungs, and as he exhaled, the words came out strung together and nervous. “His name is Malachy.” Knowing Windsor likely wouldn’t know him by anything but his alias, he added, “Prince Charming.”

Windsor, too, paused. Only for a second, though, because the shock disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. "Wait a minute, you mean you're dating a boy?" Windsor let out a soft chuckle. "Prince Charming at that. How d'you know he didn't charm you into dating him? That guy is a manipulative piece of shit. I wouldn't put it past him."

Though his bodily instincts desired to pull away from the physical contact, Aspen knew better than to scare his brother off with his usual jumpiness; it was an acquired trait that most of Enmity had, and he figured Windsor would develop it sooner or later as he acquainted himself with his new clan alignment. The press of icy lips to his skin raised gooseflesh along his arms, but he offered no other reaction, instead wrapping his fingers around his twin’s legs and shrugging slightly. “You don’t want to talk about the clan, but that’s my life,” he offered, looking away from the other for a moment. A thousand things swam through his mind to tell Windsor, but he settled on the easiest. “I’m dating someone,” he tossed out, nothing liking the taste of the words on his tongue.

Maybe that's the problem, he quipped in his head. He'd keep that in his head. It was clear how Aspen felt about Enmity. He'd do anything, kill torture or die for it, and while Windsor wasn't quite so enthusiastic, he knew better than to make such remarks, lest he lose his brother just after he's gotten him back. "Dating someone?" Windsor raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his features. "Dating whom, may I ask?"

Though he could tell there was more Windsor wanted to say, Aspen brushed the subject off lightly; the two would never agree on their father’s role in his life, and such was unarguable and idiotic to bother speaking about, especially considering he’d made his decision and bickering would only increase his chances of reversing that choice. “Sorry, brother, but no,” he shrugged, ignoring his twin’s puppy-dog face — for the record, he despised puppies, and imitating their pout didn’t get anyone much of anywhere. “You’ve got to prove that you want it so much, you’ll kill for it,” he continued, squeezing Windsor’s shoulder tightly. “It really isn’t so bad. I’ve done it hundreds of times.”

How ridiculous, Windsor thought to himself, his brow continuing to knit itself together until a sigh could force its way past his lips. "Okay... Well, I don't want to talk about the clans anymore," Windsor huffed, scooting closer to Aspen and slinging both of his legs over his lap. At this point, he might as well have been perched right on his brother's lap. "Tell me about your life, and all the exciting things that happen in it. You Enmity preach about how boring we Comity are," he chuckled, pressing his ice cold lips to his brother's fiery skin. He barely felt the heat. It was only a warm tingle against his lips, but he could feel his body fighting to retain its low temperature.

The sensation of a grin spreading against the skin of his neck had Aspen’s lips twitching back up into a smile, affection warming his already-heated body. His flesh probably felt like wildfire to the other boy, but if it was uncomfortable he showed no signs of protest. “Father’s been running you into the ground, you know that,” he soothed, tightening the arm around Windsor’s shoulders. “Mother knows what’s best, even better than I do. We’ve missed you, Windy.” The words were mostly lies — Aspen didn’t feel much in regards to longing for others — but they were what Windsor wanted to hear. “You’re so close to being with us officially, little brother. Just one little, menial task and you’re an Enmity.”

If Windsor hadn't lost count of how many times Aspen had told him their father wasn't raising him correctly, he'd have said something right then and there. He'd have shut his brother down completely. He'd survived thus far, and not by the skin of his teeth either. As if Aspen knew how to raise a child. He was sure his mother had made her share of mistakes, seeing how Aspen's seemingly sadistic nature could easily be pointed out. But he said nothing now. Windsor knew Aspen nearly inside and out-- nearly. So he knew Aspen meant little harm by his comments. "That one task being that I have to kill someone," Windsor realized, taking his head from being tucked into Aspen's neck and looking into his brother's eyes. "Isn't there anything else I could do?" he pouted.

Aspen nodded vigorously, seating himself next to his twin and tossing an arm around his shoulders. Windsor’d always been a sucker for physical affection from his brother, and that was a fact he was fully aware of and not afraid to use to his advantage; his openness made him an easy target — Aspen would have to help him fix that. “Of course,” he hummed, sliding his fingers into Windsor’s hair and scratching at his scalp like he would a puppy, while simultaneously throwing a leg over the other’s, pulling him close. “I’d never let anything happen to my little brother. You stick with me and you’ll be okay.” His grin grew as a thought came to him and he added, “Mother’s going to be ecstatic.”

Windsor hummed as Aspen drew him into his arms, and soon he forgot that he was scared. His fingers in his hair only served to soothe Windsor's nerves further, and before he knew it he was burying his face in his brother's neck happily, hiding his grin as he thought about everything to come. "Dad's going to be upset," he sighed out, slipping his arms around Aspen's waist and allowing him to continue to scratch his scalp. But his twin and his mother seemed like a better deal in the long run, seeing as he had a very small and quiet relationship with his father. "But I'm just glad I get to be with you and mom again. I've missed you so, so much, brother."

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Head cocked at the mirror image of himself that sat across the short space between them, Aspen considered scolding his brother for rolling his eyes but thought better of it, deciding he’d rather Windsor get to the point than continue beating around the bush by whining. The statement rung in his ears like the bells of descending angels, and a wide smile spread across his face — the most genuine one he’d ever expressed. “You do now, do you?” he laughed good-naturedly, resting his hands on the side-table and leaning forward slightly. “You think you can handle it, Windy?” His mind was whirring now, filled with possibilities that having his brother on his side could make come true.

Windsor shrugged, looking up at his brother. He seemed to be genuinely smiling. He couldn't tell if it was because he'd gotten Windsor to betray his clan, or because he was actually excited they'd be reunited. Windsor offered a small smile in return, contemplating Aspen's question for a second. He knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. Enmity were the kings and queens of a city, only because they ruled through fear and money. Windsor wasn't sure he was ready to be a part of that. "No. But that's what I've got you for, innit?" he asked, his eyes widening innocently as he spoke. "You're gonna make sure I'm okay, right?"

Aspen leaned forward and cuffed his twin over the back of the head, letting out a breathy growl. “Yeah, it’s a problem. I’d relax, but brother or not you’re still Comity, and if you can track me then I’m not doing my job right.” Cat-like reflexes kicking in, he incinerated the flurries that flew his way and cocked an unimpressed eyebrow at Windsor. “Have you now? Let’s hope it’s the right one, or you must have a death wish telling me face-to-face.” Though he wanted to believe his brother would make the right decision, there was really no telling; it was a huge shift, and could have some very negative consequences from Comity.

Windsor rolled his eyes, shrugging off his coat as he listened to his brother speak. He was starting to regret coming over. Aspen held a rather outgoing propensity for violence, as shown by the number of dead bodies and tortured souls he'd left in his wake... and also by the whack he'd given the back of Windsor's head. But that they'd spent a calm night together, holding each other until Windsor had fallen into a peaceful slumber meant something to him. Of course, he'd awakened the next morning alone, but now he needed to be near his brother again. Now he needed someone to go to when the nights grew scary and lonely, somebody who wouldn't be expecting sex. "I want you to help me join Enmity."

Don’t you think freezing their pipes was a bit premature? Unless this parking space had your name on it, I don’t see how it was yours.

Nope. It was my parking space because I take the same space every day and I had my blinkers on for it.

His mouth remained downturned unhappily, blood boiling at the thought of being punished for his brother’s stupidity. “How did you know I was here?” he demanded, flicking sparks at the other’s face — if there were Comity spies watching him, he needed to know. Aspen narrowed his eyes and huffed, arms crossing over his chest. “I’d ask if I cared, Windsor. Why are you here?” He shifted to lean against the nightstand that was placed next to his bed, crossing his ankles and resting his backside on the antique wood.

"So you can keep tabs on me and know where I'm at but as soon as I find you it's a problem? I followed you, that's how I knew you were here. Feel free to relax at any time," Windsor huffed yet again, flicking snowflakes at Aspen's space as a petty return, although the sparks the other had thrown previously had done nothing but startle him a bit. "I'm here because... I've made my decision," Windsor replied, looking up at Aspen through thick eyelashes.

The knock on his window didn’t startle Aspen nearly as much as it should’ve — he blamed in on twin telepathy, or something of the like. A snarl twisted his face at the sight of his brother hanging out in the open, begging to be caught, and he threw the glass up and hooked one set of fingers around the back of Windsor’s neck, and one through his hair, yanking him through the opening in the wall. “You’re an idiot,” he growled, kicking at his twin. “Are you trying to get caught?”

He couldn't help but let out a yelp; Aspen had yanked on his hair rather roughly, which had sent a sharp pain shooting across his scalp and down the back of his neck. "No! I was as cautious as possible. I just knew you were here so I figured I could be quick with it." He huffed, straightening his shirt after he caught his balance. "I'm brilliant, Aspen, thank you for asking. How are you?" he grumbled under his breath nearly inaudibly as he neatly sat himself upon his twin brother's bed, legs tucking themselves underneath his body.

I’m not one for revenge, but I would assume so. If you’re goal wasn’t to hurt them and just cause them damage that would cost them a bit of money, then I’d assume so. What happened anyway?

Somebody stole my parking space.

He's taken his time sneaking over the border, having had the thought pop into his mind only a couple hours before. He had no time to think of anything otherwise. When he knocked on his brother's window his whispers held a somewhat urgent tone as he looked behind him to see if anybody was approaching or coming into view. "Aspen... Can we talk?"

Would freezing the pipes in someone's house count as slow and righteous revenge? I mean, it took them a while to realize their entire plumbing system was the fucked up.

✍ the art of family → aspen & windsor

Aspen took a moment to hesitate, gaze locked on his twin’s outstretched hand. This had only happened once or twice, him visiting Windsor and staying the night for the comfort of the other. It was risky, and he wasn’t much one for these displays of affection, but right now — frankly, he needed it too, though he’d never admit to it. The look in his brother’s eyes seemed desperate somehow, like he would fall to pieces in his sleep if he didn’t have Aspen there to hold him, and scuttling through the streets to his home sounded more painful than staying at this point. He could do this, he could remain here for one night and provide comfort for the only person he made an effort to cross the border for.

"Yeah, alright," he sighed, curling Windsor’s hand within his own and tugging him down next to him, tucking him into his chest. It wasn’t perfect by any means, considering they were almost precisely the same size, but Aspen decided that was about the best he could do. "But only ‘cause you’re my brother, and only ‘cause I want you on my side. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else, y’know." Besides Malachy, he added mentally, but he’d already formulated a plan to cover that up and didn’t find himself much concerned about it. As long as he got his brother back, Aspen could go from there — he had only one concern, and that was his family.

There was a moment there when Windsor forgot to breath. It might've been Aspen looking at his hand out in the open, like a blatant vulnerability so easy to infringe upon. He nearly unraveled while Aspen was deciding what to do, but he was relieved when his brother did not decline. Even more important was this moment, the moment Aspen wrapped his brother up in safe, reassuring arms and tried to play it off. "You'd have to do this if you had a girlfriend, you know. You'd have to do it a lot more than once every few years," Windsor snorted, shifting a tad so as to get comfortable and allowing his eyes to flutter closed as he buried his face in his brother's shoulder. He'd probably be much more than a little shocked that his brother's dating a boy if he ever found out.

Aspen was Enmity, Windsor was Comity. It was a terrible way to raise twins. Always knowing of one another's existence. Aspen avoiding and hating Windsor, Windsor longing for a brotherly connection he could find nowhere within the clan. Aspen asked the right question at the right time, as though he had sensed his brother's feelings of division and maybe disloyalty. A part of him wanted to believe it was all a trap. A part of him wondered if this was some part of an elaborate plan to infiltrate Comity from the inside and attack widespread. Enmity were petty like that. But the part of him that believed in his and his brother's bond overtook him in the end, pushing all the bad thoughts out of the way and focusing on the steady inhale and exhale of Aspen's sweet scent until he drifted off to sleep..

…Really think you can handle me a whole day, Blake? Doubt it.

Sure as hell wouldn't mind trying.

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