"I don't know how I'm looking at you," Uri countered. They both know it's not true- they both know that Uri does this even when he doesn't mean to- especially when he doesn't mean it. They know just how to hit each other's weak points. They know everything under the Robert veneer. That's why care and prudence are necessary. To read everything that's unsaid. They may be unflinching, unmovable callouses to the outside world, but together they're exposed wounds rubbed raw.
"I'm sorry," he says with a hint of bitterness and regret under the obvious love. "I'm sorry," he says again with a bit more force. He places a hand on Lux's arm. Ever the bleeding heart, that one. And he'll most assuredly get him for that dig about being like dad. For now, they have bigger fish to fry.
"So... what the fuck is this?" he said, purposely poking at dirty, unkempt dressing. He had thought Uri was hiding something. Little did he know it was a long ignored, probably festering wound. It stinks to high heaven. Couldn't fathom how he missed that....
Because you were being self-absorbed again, fucker- he chides himself. He takes the time to study Lux's face, too.
Clammy. Dilated eyes... Fuck yeah, he's judging.
"Go take a shower. I'll help with that after... and scrounge up some food." / continued with @yoursdndispatcher
lux hates when uri judges him. as the older twin, uri always takes the initiative to parent lux. it drove him crazy, especially now, when he feels like a caged, wounded animal. the look in uri's ( robert's ) eyes just cuts through him. frustrated, lux's eyes fill with tears, and he finds a strong desire to scream course through him. is uri sorry?
his lips press into a thin line as uri touches him, and lux resists the urge to deck him in the face. ( he's in withdrawals, fuck. he needs another hit -- ) the poke to his wound completely disarms him, though, because even just the poke shoots pain through him. he hisses, jerking his body back away from uri. "stop that," he hisses, angry, exhausted, tired -- ( tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, so fucking TIRED!! ) "it's -- fine. it's fine, uri." why does it feel like there's a thick wall emotionally between them? has it always been this bad? lux hates feeling out of sync with uri.
"fine," he sighs, brushing his bandaged fingers through his hair. lux says nothing else as he disappears into the bathroom. he goes for his stash ( dangerous to keep it right there, isn't it, lux? is this a cry for help? ) while in the bathroom, hidden in the ceiling. he snorts a few times, rubbing over his nose. lux exhales. the high hits him, and he feels more normal. the pain isn't so bad right now, either. the bandages come off, and the warm water washes over him... and it feels so good. what was he angry about?
he has more for good measure, almost like a fuck you to uri. lux cleans his face off thoroughly afterward, blinking a few times as he looks at his bruised face in the mirror. how much longer can they keep doing this? lux exits the bathroom in a towel, his bruised and scarred body on display for his brother. he sniffles, rubbing his nose, and goes for the box he keeps his clothes in. "i've showered, your highness."
