Oct 5, 2017
( @theothcrside gets SIBLING?!?!?! stuff )
“ i’m fine. ” stan’s attempt to creep past his brother had failed. miserably. and now as he stood awkwardly in the middle of their livingroom, he tried to look anywhere but at jasper. there was a large bruise swelling below his right eye, his usually pristine slacks covered in dirt and grass stains. one of his scrapped knees bleeding through the stiff fabric. standing here, so obviously rattled, stan wanted nothing more than to cry-- but not from the pain. no, pain came and went. bloody knees scabbed over and even the worst bruises would one day fade yellow. it was the mortification that turned his cheeks warm and added a tremble to his lips. “ i just need to shower, okay? ”