A Brothers Smile
This is what happens when I get an idea, write, and have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Hopefully it’s somewhat decent. Brotherly Creativitwins hurt/comfort.
Warnings: Blood, broken bones, tinnitus mention, Remus mentions drawing dorks, angst, hurt/comfort, open ended but I like to think that it ends up okay
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Remus ran as fast as his body allowed. His legs ached as he willed them to keep him moving through the Imagination. His chest burned as his eyes stung with unshed tears. His torso still hurt from the sudden pains he had gotten but those pains have been forgotten now.
He should have been there. Thomas had loads of intrusive thoughts during and after the wedding; it would have been easy to join the conversation. But no, he wanted to give Roman a break. He may argue with him, tell him that he's evil and disgusting and bad... But there are no other Sides that understand Remus like Roman does. They don't understand what it's like to be half of a whole.
They don't understand what it's like to be able to feel your brother dying with whatever magic links them together.
Remus passes the foul-smelling swamp, the burnt meadows, the forest with trees so thick you'd get lost within an instant. He follows the array of colours in the sky that all head in one direction; the dragons from both sides of the Imagination wanting to help their creators as much as they can. He doesn’t remember calling them, but he won’t send them away. They’re the last things that he and Roman had made together.
Dark blue scales with wings that shine and glow like the sky on a light-pollutant free night. They fly above and watch the Duke; more curious of him than of their destination.
Stormy purple dragons that are as fast as lightning zip across the sky; scaring away any animals or creatures that may interfere. They don’t get close to their creators, being the timid creatures they are. Remus always feels their piercing eyes on him though.
The bright yellow dragons are his beacon. They show the way; hanging lower than the others in case the Duke has need of them. He won't and they know this, but they do so anyway. These ones have always been their stubborn yet loyal protectors.
Ahead sit a crowd of smaller, baby blue dragons with fur barely visible on the ligaments of their wings. They light up the area with their very presence; creating a path for the tired Duke that feels warm and comforting. Or, it tries to be. The blood seeping into the rocky path seems to absorb whatever comfort the creations could bring.
His brother lays in the middle of the path; bloodied and broken. His arm is at an angle that anyone would grimace at; even Remus. His face is covered in that one red that he knows that the Prince isn't overly fond of. It's already beginning to dry. Claw marks sit across his chest, staining his perfectly white attire while his sash lays missing from sight.
His katana lays in pieces beside him. Broken and bloodied; just like it's owner.
"Roman. Roman, please." He knows that he hasn't sounded this destroyed in years. Not since Roman left him. And yet, he holds the one who left him close as his green magic crackles around the both of them. It sounds like tinnitus; a constant ringing in one’s ears that never seems to go away. He tries listening to Roman’s breathing instead, but the wheezing and periodic gasping only makes his eye shadow smudge across his cheeks.
It feels like hours after having found his brother had the green turned into a gentle pink. Magic that Remus hasn’t seen in a millennia. It feels as old as time itself to him, and perhaps it is. His time did begin when pink had split into green and red.
"G-Good... You... You're alive... You're not allowed to die on me..."
"Tired..." The Duke sniffs and wipes his thumb across his brother's cheek, getting rid of those pesky tears that ruin his face. He's supposed to be the pretty one; he'll help him out with that this one time. He'll draw a dork or two on his face later to make up for it. He’ll get yelled at, maybe even chased across the Mindscape if he’s lucky. It’d be a miracle if he also got to hear his laugh mix with Roman’s once more.
"I-I know. It's okay to be tired."
"... 'M sorry..."
"Me too, bro. I'm here now. It's okay."
His heart doesn't stop hurting when those bright green eyes seem to smile at him; it only begins to undo it's tight coils when he hears that delicious snap of a bone being put back into place. The scream that came with it... wasn't as nice.
"Shhh... I've got you... Get some sleep, Ro."
"I... 'm s-scared..."
He should destroy everything. Roman was supposed to be brave and daring and dashing and whatever other cheesy things that Thomas likes; not beaten and bloody and crying into his brother’s chest from all of this pain. Mental. Physical. Both. Maybe even other types. Who knows- Who fucking cares!? Everything should burn and bleed for doing this to his brother. To his blood. His other half.
"I'm not going anywhere. You c-can't get rid of me that easily, Ro..!" His words aren't as sharp and annoying as usual, but that's fine. The smile that his brother gets as the baby blue dragons curl around them and a flurry of the comforting colours dances overhead is worth it. That's all he wants. That's all he's ever wanted.
"... I’m… I’m glad..."
He just wants his brother to smile.