“Uh, what the fuck are you?” I directed my finger towards myself. Well, not directly at me per se, more so to the other guy that in some ways looked like me. I really, really didn’t want to believe he was, but the white skin and the single black hair on top of his head told me that I was correct on my assumptions.
“What ever do you mean, sir? I am you.” He puckered his lips and jutted his chin out towards me.
“No, no, no, no- you are—you’re not me, you are ridiculous, that is what you are, friend.” My expression contorted into disgust at having seen myself with such a face, and I made sure to keep my distance from the other, his bulging muscles intimidating me just a bit, though not nearly as much as his features.
He walked –more like pranced- over towards me, even as I continued to back away. I watched as his muscles flexed with each delicate step he took and I wasn’t sure what to do except watch in horror as his face came dangerously close to mine. I swear his eyes were even sparkling. “But Cry, we are the same person, though I am the more beautiful side of you, a side that you are not aware that you hold deep inside your heart. That doesn’t mean to say that it’s not aching to come out.”
I placed my hand against his bare chest to push him away promptly, “I would like for you to stay the fuck away, please.” I spoke firmly and tried to continue, “You are not me and I am not you, and I’m sorry to say fri—“
I was cut off when I felt arms wrap themselves tightly around me, my face squished against firm Pecs. “Oh, but my dear beautiful brother! There is no need to apologize. The beauty will come to you, don’t you fret, I will strive to make it so!”
He pulled me away, his one arm still wrapped solidly around my shoulders. Fucking hell he was strong. And was… was he fucking sparkling?!
A red rose was suddenly shoved into my line of site, directly at my face to be exact. “Here! I wish for you to have this brother. I know that it may not be of much meaning to you now, but this rose will be the beginnings of something special. I promise you, that if you believe, you can let the wondrous things inside you come out to show your true self. Just as I, myself have done.” He flexed his right arm, his muscles straining and I watched with a deadpanned expression. Not impressed whatsoever.
“Let go of me now.” I drawled. I could feel my arm beginning to bruise, his hand practically squeezing it off.
“But you have not taken the rose! You must first accept it before I can release you, and then we sha-“
I snatched it out of his hand grumpily. “There, now let me the fuck go, please.”
I let out a small shout when he pulled me back into a tight embrace, much to my dismay. “Oh my precious, darling, brother! The first step of acceptance is now upon you. There are so many things for you to learn and I will be honoured to teach you!”
He rambled on, and with my cheek pressed against his ridiculously toned fucking chest, I could do nothing. I don’t know how long this was going to last but I was not pleased with it being here in the first place. “Fuck.”