† [[ Twin angst yes? ]]
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They promised to be grand.Together.Two artists were better than one, yeah?
Yeah.
Were they all wistful dreams? Wistful thinking?
Deidara hadn’t expected to feel this, feel completely and utterly agonized by the sight of his twin, his brother dying at his very eyes.
What had gone wrong?
Explosives had been meant for thrill, for amusement, excitement. To share this moment with another that understood, because truly he understood oh so much, it was much more than Deidara would have ever fancied.
Azure eyes, narrow, dulled from life absorbed energy, looked up at him, and so did he, through his misted, similar ones.
"We were grand together, weren’t we?" breathed the dying artist, ripping the heart of his twin in one single intonation.
Biting his lips, gripping onto the other for dear sanity, the male held back an outburst before his twin, gripped for dear life, in hopes it would save him, but he knew—
That could not come to be.
"Yeah," he managed to answer lamely, barely, feeling the impending tears burn, burn far too terribly to hold back. He didn’t want to be weak, he wanted to be strong at the sight of his twin yet failed oh so terribly.
Tears rushed, sobs surfaced, and the male buried his face at his twin’s chest.
Vulnerable could he feel no less. Tears were futile he knew, but the tears did not seem to cease, even as he caved himself deeper at his twin’s shirt, even as he urged them to stop.