#dolce;r

[axxrodolce]

She could not stay -- that was a given. Love did not end wars; rather, it was the cause of the tragedy that became the prelude to battle, and it was lost in the aftermath of. "I can't lose to you." Pride came above all else, and with that, she pulled her hand away, resolving to come back only when he conceded defeat.

     [ ✧ ] —-His hand fell unto his side as she left, staying there for the entire duration of his incredibly long slumber after his three-day period of being awake. Maybe he should've called when he finally woke up, maybe he should've at least dropped a message or sent a tweet asking how she was. But they were twins born and raised on pride, and he wasn't nicknamed an unmovable Ice King for nothing. Yes, he grabbed his phone, but instead of dialing the number of his beloved sister whose absence made every fiber of his being ache, he decided to call for the nearest ramen shop, hoping that the unhealthy meal would sate his missing. 

[axxrodolce]

He would always be her weakness -- especially when she was like this. She was tempted to admit that she had been wrong, and temperamental, and a terrible twin sister. But the luggage was already closed, and she was already halfway out the room by the time he laid back down. Sighing, she walked to him and kissed him again, this time making her hands linger on either side of his face and resting her forehead against his own. Who knew when she could do this again so freely? "I miss you, too."

     [ ✧ ] —-Again he was much too sleepy to even be conscious of the kiss, but his subconscious may have had other ideas and decided to return the little liplock with a bit of an effort. He would probably wake up thinking it was a dream, and perhaps let his finger linger longer upon her contact name in her phone once he wakes up. But Dolce Spencer was a prideful little twat, and it would take much longer for him to even consciously think of an apology. Weakly--still asleep, mind you--he gently grabbed at his sister's arm and let his hand stay there as s few snores escaped out of his parted lips.

[axxrodolce]

"No." The answer was automatic, and gave her away. No matter how quickly she tried, she found that she could not overcome the need to neatly fold her clothes as she packed them into the luggage that she pulled from under her bed. She avoided meeting his eyes in the process; if she did, she was afraid that she'd have to concede defeat, and if anything, Gabbana Spencer refused to lose to anyone -- including her own twin brother. "Go back to sleep, Dolce."

     [ ✧ ] —-If he was at least half-conscious, he may have stood up and hugged his sister from behind as some form of reconciliation. He did miss her direly, and the whole feud was pretty much taking an obvious toll on his psyche. But he was an incredibly deep sleeper, and from the tone of his voice to the actions he was taking it was obvious that he probably thought that everything was part of his slumber. "Are you a dream, then?" He began, slowly sitting up from his bed and tucking his legs underneath the other, his head swaying to one side as he rubbed his eye once more. His baritone was dazed--the boy was 99% not conscious of what was happening. "This just means I really miss Gabby." A small yawn escaped his lips, but that wasn't enough to make him stop his monologue. "I wish she was here--I haven't slept for three days and she'd know how to fix it." Another yawn. "I should go and say sorry--could you say sorry to her for me, Dream Gabby?" His smile mimicked that of a five-year old, and slowly he tilted to one side until his head met with the pillow once more. "Tell her I miss her and that I'm a sucky twin brother for making her..." The volume of his voice grew smaller with each syllable, his eyes finding it hard to stay open. "..angry." 

[axxrodolce]

If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go-

     [ ✧ ] —-[ ' he scoffs, shaking his head at the joke ] Can you even reach my arm, Babyhead? [ ' he places a hand against the top of the other's head, snickering as he did so ] Nah. Probably not.

[axxrodolce]

Part of her was surprised to find him on her bed; another expected this to happen. She found herself giving in too easily, pressing a small kiss to his lips -- she'd been deprived of her twin for so long that it ached to be so close, yet still be in a state of war. The girl kissed him again, but knew that this was no fairytale, and wars aren't won by kisses. Then, she hardened her resolve once again to be able to pull away and start packing her things as quietly as she could.

     [ ✧ ] —-He barely felt the first kiss that was dabbed upon his lips, his tendency to sleep heavily overcoming any sort of urge to jolt up and wake. Perhaps if he wasn't that dead in his head he would've pulled her sister closer and kissed her deeper, but for one he had no idea that his sister was there and that he was being given an osculation. But the second kiss did it, and with a soft groan the boy decided to slowly open his slumber-heavy hues, loose knuckles rubbing out the last tendrils of sleep from those peepers. "G-Gabby?" His voice was hoarse, broken, and the way he rubbed his eyes made him look like an innocent five year old. His syllables were a question--he couldn't really see that well without his glasses on. Was he dreaming? "Is that...Is that you?"

[axxrodolce]

Hoping that no one was home (she sincerely wished she wouldn't walk in on any of the recreational people that Dolce sometimes indulged in), Gabbana slipped into the loft and headed straight for her room, if only to pack clothes that would hopefully last her throughout her indefinite absence from Dolce's side.

     [ ✧ ] —-As his manic insomnia was coming close to becoming incurable--he had been passing out and sleeping in sidewalks already, for god's sake--the boy decided to take his slumber in his sister's room for the day. And boy did it work wonders. Maybe he had just been missing his sister all that time he was awake--when had they last had such a feud between them, huh? It was almost a known fact that his bipolarity grew worse without her there to temper. So, inhaling the sweet and familiar scent that her twin left upon the bed, the exhausted boy finally succumbed to a few moments of sleep.

[axxrodolce]

demondongwoo replied to your post:"Are you dead?"

Dongwoo’s in a squatting position beside the young man who had just woken up, a small smile etched onto his face. “I didn’t think that sidewalks were very comfortable sleeping grounds.”

     [ ✧ ] —-Dolce merely contorted his face to a look of slight apprehension, before fetching his glasses from his pocket and slipping them on upon his face. Yup. He was right. It's the butler."Thank you for stating the obvious." He raised out one hand, glancing at the squatting male. "Help me up?"

[axxrodolce]

"Are you dead?"

     [ ✧ ] —-Rubbing the final tendrils of sleep from his eyes, the boy realized that he had been sleeping on the sidewalk--curse episodes of mania and 72 hours without sleep--but the stoic expression on his visage denoted no ulterior notes of surprise. "No." He answered, looking up at the familiar figure. "I think not."