I'll Show You Pain...

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Blows my mind to see this fandom alive. Hope everyone enjoys The Evil Within 2.

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Another Inktober~! This time a Ruben & Laura that I drew for my good friend from Pixiv, Idouko-san :) Tried a little bit of color but my ink is apparently not permanent… I gotta buy some better inks x-x!

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uuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUGH alternate version of that other pic on my blog

im glad that the slicked back undercut hairstyle is universal

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для ФБ2015

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{❆From the Ashes❆}

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Allowing herself time to absorb the worst of the shock, she gazed at what little the bandages revealed of his face. His face was long and sharp - almost like Father’s. Vicious scars peeked from underneath the white fabric; the dark contours a stark contrast to his pale skin. The lines that creased the corner of his eyes showed signs of stress and exhaustion. But it was his eyes: steel blue that mirrored hers. It’s him.

Long fingers reached out as he approached the bed, crystalline tears falling freely now. The weight in her chest lightened as a glimmer of hope shined. Each word that fell from his lips was said with almost surgical delicacy. He didn’t want to hurt her. Ruben was the youngest but that never stopped him from being so protective. There was no denying it.

“Ruben.” Leaning forward her fingertips managed to graze his hand. “Come here.”  Her fingers scrambled in desperation to wrap around his wrist, almost at the risk of falling of the bed but it didn’t matter as she pulled him towards her. Slender arms laced around his neck as Laura buried her face into his shoulder, staining his shirt with her tears as she clung to him, afraid of losing what was lost once more.

“I’m sorry,” Laura’s sobs were muffled as she clutched tighter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry! I shouldn’t have…. I should’ve known…” 

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It was a blow to his emotions when her eyes flickered with recognition, quickly lighting with sadness as she looked to him. His heart seized in his chest as he conceded to her demands, coming closer and allowing her to grasp at him and pull him forward. Seated on the bed, he was enveloped by her warmth, by her scent and her cries. He couldn’t resist hugging her back. It was overwhelming to him, and he couldn’t imagine how distraught she was by it all.

Fingers tangled into her hair as he buried one hand into black tresses, the other brushing against her back as he clung to her. She shook in his arms as she wept. Ruben but his lip hard enough to bruise. He couldn’t let himself be dragged into those thoughts. Of how he had longed to hold her like this for years. He had to support her now. He couldn’t be the weaker one.

“It’s alright...” he soothed, whispering calmly into her ear as he comforted her. “You don’t have to apologize... I’m here with you, Laura.”

Her frame pressed to his like this stirred memories. Of how she used to lift him with ease when he was smaller. Of how she would leap out of hiding just to cling to him like they hadn’t seen each other for years. That was true now. All that time apart, and he’d never forgotten how it’d felt to be held by her.

But now he could hold her with equal strength, if not more. The idea made him briefly fearful. He might crush her if he wasn’t careful. His delicate, lovely sister was to be cared for with caution.

Pulling her into him, Ruben nearly dragged her onto his lap, protectively supporting her weight against him.

“...I’ve missed you so much...” he said quietly, failing at masking the pain in his voice.

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F O L L O W  T H E  B L O O D

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     Apprehension wheedled at his nerves, giving way to the emetic sensation of relief when he finally felt Ruvik’s skin slide against his as he was once again dragged along.

     How pathetic he had become over the span of a night — was it still night? — by the hands of a single man and a near literal hell on earth. The horrors of what he had seen (when he could see) bent the natural laws of life. It was like stepping into the world of a comic book or game. 

     Clinging to Ruvik for survival was a handicap he didn’t wish to acknowledge though it nagged at him every passing second. There would be a point when his bitterness would dissolve into exhaustion and resignation, but it wasn’t to be anytime soon or else his misery would drag at his ankles and make him a liability Ruvik was bound to detach himself from for the sake of his own safety.

     Stepping in to lessen the gap between them, Miles’ thoughts ground themselves into jagged points and shards, much like the glass that had crushed all hope of him ever seeing again. It didn’t escape his notice Ruvik had hinted at his previous profession when he’d made sound verdict on the hopeless case that was his eyes. It didn’t quite pique his curiosity to know more, but it did help distract him from his darker emotions and thoughts.

     “You said I already had a doctor’s opinion. Is that what you were when you… came here…?”

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The question hung in the air. Ruvik planned to avoid answering completely. What did Miles know? What did Miles care? He didn’t. It was just a gnawing curiosity, perhaps searching for a thread of hope in thinking that his sight was salvageable.

A commotion in the yard below drew his gaze, watching other variants fighting among themselves. It was a marvel to see their unhindered rage committed to violence. Wild dogs with no loyalty to another. Seeking blood, seeking pain, a distraction to whatever had been done to them. Ruvik was similar. Once released from the cage, all he wanted was to inflict agony.

Miles would serve as a doll for Ruvik to pick apart. If not physically, then he would do so mentally.

“Something like that...” he replied, still leading Miles along while he watched two men assault another with a brick, descending like vultures to rip the wounded apart. He sneered. “My memories could be falsified, for all we know.”

He stopped when they came to the next level of the building, the roof posed at a slant. Just low enough for them to climb. Taking Miles’ hand, Ruvik made him touch the metal overhang to show him what was in front of him. It was half a foot higher than either of them.

“You’ll need to climb it first,” he said. And then he added with a tone of defeat, “I won’t be able to lift you if I climb up...”

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     Skin chilled by the unforgiving rain, the connection of their hands seemed the only point of warmth. When Ruvik broke that connection, panic flared in Miles. His heart hammered in his chest at the implication Ruvik would turn him loose at a time like this. The idea of being stuck in this place, especially this particular spot, frightened him.

     Miles’ palms itched with the need to hold onto something; his fingers curled around air where previously they had touched flesh. Frantically he reached out to take back the man’s hand. “Wai—!” 

     His throat constricted; it stung to hear how his voice had pitched. “Don’t fuck with me, you know I won’t make it! Don’t le— …Goddammit, come back…” He didn’t think he could sound so small and useless.

The rain muffled Ruvik’s already soundless steps as he widened the space between them, observing the way Miles effortlessly fell into a state of panic and desperation. Not that it was such a difficult thing to do. Even a child might react this way if threatened to be left alone in a dangerous place, and that wasn’t counting the fact they could see.

Miles was too vulnerable and helpless. The fact that Ruvik was a form of safety was astounding, as he was likely the most dangerous thing near Miles for the moment. Was he really better than having nothing for the blind journalist?

He allowed the silence to drag on, as well as Miles pleas, before coming forward again to pull the other man along the chosen route.

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                                  ❝ Down the Drain.❞