im the motherfucking fox

cecil smith > psychopath > killer > brother

[vpcecil]

WHERE ARE THEY NOW? Cecil Smith. Age 24.

In prison. Plain and simple. Cecil has been in prison ever since the murder and has not escaped. Although he let visitors in for the first three years, the last two he has disallowed the practice.

[atonguewithbutsixwords]

Are there love songs for sociopaths…?

[dtfxavier]

❝ cracked reflections ✖ { xavier and cecil }

[dtfxavier]

The realization of his Cecil being gone hit him harder than it should’ve.

Even after finding out he had killed multiple people, stabbed and hurt for the sake of it, and seeing his reaction in tv after being captured, there had been a part of him that hoped. Hoped for some part of him to remain as he remembered. The awkward, nerdy boy he had once been close to. Not the crazy, angry killer everyone else saw. Xavier had never been sentimental, his manwhores way had probably been enough proof. But family was one thing he held close to his heart, and seeing it break right in front of his eyes was something he was not ready for. There were just days two years ago when he’d wake up and think it was all a dream, only to go downstairs for breakfast and find it silent, the usual seat occupied by his brother totally empty.

And even though the change was expected, it still bothered him. The smirk, the movements. Just who was this stranger sitting in front of him? Perhaps it had been wrong of him to come visit, to expect some sort of treatment he clearly wasn’t receiving. But a part of him told him that leaving him alone would no do any good, either. So better that he got annoyed and knew that he cared rather than never hearing from him again. It was tempting, to leave Dover Hills and start over. But family was there, and he knew his absence would do no good to their already broken family. As Cecil spoke, his mouth pressed into a thin line. The turn the conversation was taking was bothering him, and the final sentence almost made him throw something against a wall. This was what he was dealing with.

His brow raised, and while he could’ve made a joke or brush it off or attempt to change the topic, he decided to be somewhat honest with his brother. “Or perhaps I’ve been getting into dangerous stuff to, you know, enjoy myself further in parties.” The presence of the guards did not go by unnoticed, therefore his lack of mentioning of the word ‘drugs’, but his brother was smart, he would get the hint. Maybe he’d understand that behind that enjoyment there was also pain. Not like he would bring it up now, seeing how he was acting. The weaker link  could probably squash you like a fly. Is that how he saw himself once—how he saw him? Resting his elbows on the table, he looked straight at him before speaking again. “Is that a challenge, C?” he asked, a neutral tone on his voice. 

What happened next angered him. Yes, he had gotten off topic in an attempt to bring back some part of his brother’s humanity and he had horribly failed, but having him stand up and telling him to leave was just something he had rather not seen or dealt with. “A very important conversation.” he repeated, snorting as he mimicked his brother’s actions, his eyes never leaving his. “A very important conversation about what—escaping? drugs? sex? the pleasure of killing? Are the other inmates interesting enough to keep you entertained, the way none of us ever seemed to do before you decided to go on a killing spree? Had we known, we would’ve gotten you here a long time ago.” he started,  knowing he’d regret it later. “If all you want with me is business, then yes, we can go back to the New Triv topic because I’d say, I’m not fond of the way they are texting me, the way they attacked my ex-girlfriend and knocked out my cousin, and I certainly don’t like seeing Ava involved, either. So please, share some of your knowledge and enlighten me before I turn into you.” 

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Xavier's answer to him made his face pull back even more then it had before. His hands hovered forward slowly, enough to make his brother think that he was up to something no good, but they soon connected in from of him quite innocently. He tilted his head, "Further into parties?" Perhaps Xavier would follow in Cecil's footsteps. There was so much rage contained in that body of his. His eyes that fought to stay unmoving and dull in the light of conversation. Cecil once knew the same fight. A month after X left him was when the downhill spiral began. It wasn't so much a catalyst as a small push down an open hill that drops into a vapid free fall. He had started to do everything that the other boy was dangling in front of his face now. The alcohol. It wasn't so bad, considering others were doing the same. Though, the way Cecil did it was a but different. Drinking alone instead of going to parties, mixing two hard alcohols just to see if they could knock him out faster than they did before, and eventually the spirits became a gateway for his thoughts of revolution. Though the drugs were more of an aid in that sense. He was never so far in to get addicted, but often found himself playing games with the little devices. Finally, the women. It wasn't a secret that his brother had multiple opposite sex partners even in one week, so Cec had no idea why he would bring it up. Yeah, he had gone through the same thing as well, but that was before he had his flick with Stacy. Cecil leaned in, "Look X, m'boy. If you wanna say you frickle frackled, drank your weight, and- well you know- popped a few pills or flicked a couple needles, there's nothing stopping you. These guys are my bros, they won't do anything." He turned to the guards by the door, raising his voice a little. "Right guys?" No noise came from either as he turned back, answering himself, "Right."

Cecil shrugged at the incoming inquiry, keeping his arrogant expression clasped tightly and unmoving onto his visage. "Maybe, bro." He shuffled his feet under himself in play boredom in response to the other's melancholy look towards him. A stray thought scrolled through his mind, wondering silently what he would have to do to get a rise out of the other. Before even acknowledging it in himself, the prisoner had already made it into a game. He wished that he had a toothpick to complete the image he was trying to portray to his brother. Because of the cuffs, both hands instead of one had to rub his weary eyes. He hoped he really didn't look as run down as he felt. It was much less intimidating talking to someone who looked like they had gotten less than thirty minutes of sleep in one night. He continued his reply to Xavier, "Even if it was, what would you do about it? Would you tackle me right here and start dishing out punches at my beautiful face? Let's be real, if I got a hit on you you'd just go home crying to mommy about how Cecy isn't giving you the time of day, or how I messed up your gorgeous cheekbones and rubbed off your foundation. Maybe I'd rip your designer attire to shreds just to see how you'd feel about that." He shrugged again, "I am the stronger one in this situation. Either you know it or you're in denial."

This time, what painted Cecil's eyes was not the mocking facade put up before, but a hint of madness and fury rose to take over. Of course, the smile was stuck to his lips all the same. "Is that what you think we talk about?" A small chuckle left from the crevice between his teeth, "I'm sorry to inform you that we, in prison, live in reality. Not your fairytale. Escape is impossible. Drugs and sex? We aren't you and your pathetic friends on your day off of whatever job you may have scavenged." The last one made him stand up straight. "And the pleasure of killing." A new emotion coated his brain, a feeling of something different. Maybe it was companionship, something he had never felt before. His hands pointed to the door, "You think they're all monsters like me. I'm not going to deny that I am one, I'm the big bad wolf. I'm going to let you in on a little secret Xavier." He sat down to calm himself a little, green eyes locked onto the other. "Those men have families. A lot of them that are in there? They did what they had to do to keep their families safe. They were forced into gangs when they were younger and grew up into the madness. They sold drugs to feed their children. And hey, I'm not that guy, but I swear to God if you try and pin on those men what the judges did I will knock out all of those pretty little teeth of yours." He rubbed the back of his neck before chuckling a little, "What's so bad about turning into me? Prison actually isn't that bad and I haven't dropped the soap once."

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[vpcecil]

"apex predator" [listen]

01. remember everything - five finger death punch | 02. you should have killed me when you had the chance - a day to remember |  03. these streets - bastille | 04. all the right moves - onerepublic | 05. make it stop (september's children) - rise against | 06. fallen - imagine dragons | 07. homesick (acoustic) - a day to remember | 08. nothing left to say/rocks - imagine dragons | 09. undying - demon hunter | 10. weight of living, pt. ii - bastille | 11. pumped up kicks - foster the people | 12. run - the maine | 13. survivor guilt - rise against | 14. all i want - a day to remember | 15. coming down - five finger death punch

[vpcecil]

Cecil and Plato

[dtfxavier]

❝ cracked reflections ✖ { xavier and cecil }

[dtfxavier]

The snicker on his voice almost set him off, but what else could he expect from him? Xavier knew he wouldn’t act like the somewhat shy, awkward been he had once been—or pretended to be. He was still trying to figure that one out. It hurt, if he was honest, to know he never really knew who his twin brother was. And what hurt even more than that, was knowing it was merely his fault, and his only. Leaving, not trying to keep contact, being a shitty twin brother in general. Trivium, whoever it was now, certainly knew how to hit the right spots. He didn’t think he could ever forgive himself for leaving him on his own, and for not listening, for not trying. Even though it had been Cecil’s decision and his only to do everything, he should’ve been able to see it sooner. The little things, one word, one phrase—they held so much power sometimes, maybe things would’ve been different now. They’d be home, playing videogames, or maybe bothering Harley. 

He let out a deep chuckle in spite of himself. It was amusing, to say the least. Strapping was the word he used, and even though he had been focused on how different Cecil was, he, too, had changed a lot. In order to be more likeable and attract the ladies, he had forced himself to change. He had a lot of free time in France, spent in the gym, in diets, sometimes even shopping for better clothes, talking to a few stylists. He never told his parents he had spent most of the money they sent him on his new appareance instead of encyclopedias, but he knew they had been happy with his change. There had been one thing he had refused to change, however, even at his twenty one years of age. He had refused to get his sight fixed, and continued to use his glasses when he was alone, usually using his contact lenses in public. “You don’t look to bad yourself, I must say.” he replied, leaning against the uncomfortable chair and trying relax his muscles. His mouth opened to ask a question, but he closed it almost immediately. While he was curious on his tattoos, he didn’t want to annoy him.

Furrowing his brows, he moved one of his shoulders up and down. How long, exactly? If he wanted, he could’ve done the math and give him the exact number of days, math had always been one of his favorite subjects back in school, before he decided to drop out of college. But he figured it was not the best reply, and he honestly did not need the reminder of how long he had been gone. “A while.” he replied simply, looking at his long hands before locking gazes with another green pair. Looking at those usually helped him calm down his nerves, but being well aware of his brother having chains on his own only made him feel worse. It was no secret that if he could ask for one thing, it wouldn’t be love, a girl, more money or success—he’d ask for his brother’s freedom. People didn’t change, and nothing assured him he wouldn’t hurt any more people, but he was willing to take the risk and try to prevent him from doing so.

The question was expected, but it still took him off guard. There was, indeed, a reason for his sudden decision to show up. And even though he had guessed it, it was not the one that actually dragged him out of bed and even had him speaking to his father for hours in order to get some more privacy with him. “No, not obviously. That’s not it.” He stated vaguely. Deciding to delay it, he brought up a different topic. It was a poor attempt, but he also missed their casual conversations. “Do you remember,” he started, the shadow of a sad smile on his lips as he spoke, “Gears of Wars?” he hesitated, small flashbacks of their time together playing on the back of his mind as he spoke. “How we would play and Ava would complain about us not letting her see her own show and Jamie yelling at us not to do it in front of Eisley? We would swear sometimes, I think.” he chuckled, a sigh following. “Those were good days, huh.” he mumbled, mostly to himself.

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Cecil couldn't help but imagine what his life would have been like right now if he was out there with his brother and family. Christmas was always the same. Everyone gathered together in their living room. A thought scrolled through his mind wondering what they had done, but he brushed it away like he would a stray hair in his face. It wasn't a yearn to be with him that presented such things in him, but a curiosity. If he had been a good boy for that one moment after finding out Stacy's secret the only thing that would have changed was the timing. Maybe he would make it through high school and make it into college. He was a genius after all. Maybe, just maybe, Xavier would trail behind him and room with him. Maybe just maybe, he would settle down with a single girl who he dated for a year of two. And then, maybe just maybe, after he found out she cheated on him, he would come to Cecil to confide in. From then on there was no maybes. The trash would have to be removed immediately. Of course that wasn't the only scenario that could have taken place. There were numerous and countless ways his sanity could be tested. Sometimes, he considered them lucky that he committed the crimes in his youth. If he had done them when he was grown all the tracks would have been covered and everything would have been much... More brutal.

The chuckle made Cecil smirk. Perhaps it was forced. He more enjoyed making people uncomfortable nowadays instead of making them genuinely amused. In fact, the only person who laughed with him anymore was Plato, the little fucker. Always trying to get under his skin. It was a mutual deal. They often played a game where both would try and stab at each other, seeing who would fold first and start throwing punches. It was quite a fair match since Cecil was a normal genius and Plato was a super genius, but also a class A idiot. Cec blew onto his fingernails, rubbing them high against his shirt with a smug look plastered upon his face. "Oh, there's absolutely no need to tell me that." He opened his hand towards Xavier, "You're looking a little thin, actually. I wonder if I weigh more than you now. I'm honestly probably more ripped than you now since, well, I'm guessing you stopped eating for some time somewhere along the way and me? I've been fed prime five star meals for... two years now?" He looked down at his chest, evaluating himself compared to his brother. Twins? Sure you could tell. But now they would never be mistaken as the same person. "Not to mention I think I might work out more than you now." His eyes panned over to connect with Xavier's. "I'd really like to know how you feel, realizing that the weaker link could probably squash you like a fly."

Both arms lifted to be put behind his head. In this situation he usually would have crossed them so to emit a proper aura in body language, but the confines stopped him from doing so. His head nodded at the pair of words, tongue pressed against his cheek and eyes steady. He repeated them for the effect, mostly. "A while." His eyes lingered before slowly leaving, promoting that it was of his own free will and proposing his dominance in the situation as if they were animals in the midst of a changed jungle monarch. A hand raised to rub his eye as he listened to his twin's nostalgic thoughts. After he finished he put both palms on the table and pushed himself to stand upright, eyes finally reconnecting to ones almost identical. After all this, there was still a part of them that was the same. Their horrible, shitty eyes. He nodded towards the door, still making eye contact, "If that's really all, I should be going. Any reminiscing on past family quarrels can be done on your own time. I was actually interrupted in the middle of a very important conversation." His head tilted to the side, "So is there any important business you would like to talk about or are we finished here?"

[dtfxavier]

❝ cracked reflections ✖ { xavier and cecil }

It felt like a dream, almost. Not so long ago, he would be sitting by the high Christmas tree (probably gotten on the very last day before said date) on their large house, surrounded by his sisters and his only brother, eagerly opening the presents despite the fact thaty they were no longer kids. Xavier would sit by the fire with their dog and would smile to himself, because it was not perfect, but they remained together and they were supportive of eachother. The next days after Christmas he would usually try to spend time with his siblings, either visiting Jamie on the hospital even though he was a hassle or getting Ava whatever she wanted. The last couple of years, however, had been different. And he never once imagined he’d be visiting his twin brother in jail just a few days after the twenty-fifth.

Visits were not as easy as he hoped, since the crime that had Cecil there was far from small, but he had eventually charmed a couple of guards and people were not as weary of him as they had been at first, mostly because of the resemblance he had to the killer. The word was still hard for him to even think about, but after two years, he figured he’d have to get used to it eventually. He did not know if presents were allowed, so he hid the small chain on his pocket and smiled to the people in turn, doing the rightful procedure before being walked to where his brother awaited. Xavier didn’t even bother with the casual chatter, too busy clenching his jaw with nervousness. They had once been really close, but he had never felt as far away as he did now. It was like they were almost strangers, and that made him unbelievably sad.

The room was almost empty, except for the two chairs and the small table separating them. His father knew enough people to manage to get him some more privacy than normal visits did, but the guard that remained by the door was not a friendly one, so he always felt extremely uncomfortable. He had to shrug it off, though, and focus on what really was important: Cecil. Taking his usual seat, his green eyes quickly looked up at the sound of the door, almost choking at the sight. They had once looked so similar, and now couldn’t look any more different. He remembered his annoyance when people confused them back on his younger years, but it truly made him sad to see almost no similarities between them. Not like he would say it out loud. Or maybe he would, he was not sure if he truly wanted to do it, or see the reaction it’d provoke.

Mixed emotions crossed his eyes—he wasn’t there simply to wish him happy holidays, there were many questions he needed answers to—, but he forced himself to give his brother a sincere smile, hands resting comfortably over the table as he did so. The awkwardness and uneasiness in the room was almost tangible. “Hello, brother.” He said, his voice somewhat cranky. He cleared his throat, letting his haze drop to his bare hands. “It’s been a while.” He had told himself he’d visit him often, but their parents’ divorce, school and then work, and the recent attacks made it hard for him to do as he pleased. If he could, Xavier thought, he would have Cecil out of there and he wouldn’t have to visit. Life wasn’t that simple.

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Cecil really didn't remember what it was like back in the old days, when everyone and everything seemed to be set out perfectly as if his life was part of a sitcom, where the fans would get angry if the writers messed up their cozy little home. People though before it all happened that even if they turned his picturesque life inside out they would never find a scratch of anything that looked unhealthy on the mind. They thought that he was a parent's wet dream, the kid that any mom or dad would die for to have as their child. It was a pleasure to see the faces of those people when they found out he was the one opening other's up from the inside out. But then, suddenly, it was his family's fault. That was something that set Cecil off to no end. It must be something the parents did wrong for their son to turn out like this. Did you hear his older sister got knocked up when she was only eighteen? There's a rumor going around that his cousin is a pothead, probably told him something that set him off. And what about his brother? He left for a year leaving the psychotic half alone. Must be his fault. (Nothing was said about Ava since she was genuinely well liked around town, of course).

He sat in his cell with his cellmate, Plato. Plato was one of those geniuses that was a complete idiot. He was in for an attempted armed robbery. You see, he was trying to rob a bank by himself. He had everything planned out perfectly, all the logistics were in place, only he forgot one thing. There was an emergency call button under the front desk. He was locked away at the age of nineteen, and has been Cecil's since his first entrance into the prison. Cecil thought it was lucky. Any other big brute and he would have been set for a horrible time in this life sentence. A bad time in prison. Who would have thought? The smaller figure in the orange jumpsuit was twiddling with a spoon between his stubby fingers with brows furrowed. Cecil's head lolled back from the top bunk to look at him. "The fuck are you doing?" He asked in a tired voice (for prison life did get a bit boring. The sloth-looking fellow glared up at him, replying, "Ay, none of your fuckin' business, ya? Jus' rub your hairless li'le prick up there 'til I finish." Cecil threw his shoe down onto his cellmate, who pretended as if he hadn't felt it. The boy retorted, "We take showers in the same place, you know I'm hung like a fucking horse, Plat bud. And you know about my great bush."

A key in his cell's lock turned his attentions towards the outside of the cell. Plato put his fork on his bed and stood up a distance away from the door while Cecil jumped off the top bunk to put his shoe back on. Even with their rough expressions, neither guards mentioned the abnormalities of the two in their cell. It probably meant his dad was here again. What a drag it was talking to that guy. The prison guard waved him forward to put tight cuffs on his wrists and gave him a small push out the cell. Plato "ooo'd" in the background like Cecil was a kid being called to the principals office. The urge to flip him off was something that came on rather strong, but the fact of the matter was that if he did then Cec would have to lift both hands. He didn't feel like putting forth the effort. He shuffled out of the rock walled cage and into a room, where to his surprise, a stony-faced man was not sitting. This time, it was a stony-faced boy. A grin slowly presented itself on his lips as he was escorted to sit at what used to be a spitting image of himself. In appearance, prison had changed him. His hair was longer, pulled back into a short ponytail high on the back of his head, he probably had a dark ring around his eye (that was fading) from a scuffle earlier that week, and ink stained his the visible skin of his arms. 

It was visible the trouble Xavier was having in the situation, almost making Cecil break out into a laugh. He held himself back until an awkward, "Hi brother," was released. Hi brother. He couldn't help himself from giving a snicker towards the other twin. "Hey X," He looked him up and down as if the other was a joke and leaned in, quieting his voice a tad, "Looking strapping as usual." Eyes trailed over to the guards who were giving the same distance as they usually did with his father. Apparently Xavier did a little talking to daddy dearest. Cec kicked off his shoes and sat criss cross on the chair. "Oh yeah, it has." He rubbed a little eye boogie from the crevasse of his lid and flicked it somewhere, "Tell me," He pointed, "How long has it been exactly? And- well- why are you here now? Because obviously you want something." His brows furrowed, "Say, is this about the whole 'New Triv,' shindig, because if it is, I feel quite used."

[vpcecil]

Headcanon: Cecil is in prison.

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fckin-mallory said: omg pls.

its happening

thisbeava said: should i bring back blake?

she needs her quiffhead

doverhillskiller-rp said: ur a fork

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[vpcecil]

A Very Cec and X Christmas

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@dtfxavier said: OPEN THE SUBMIT

i don't want to be reminded i

[vpcecil]

Xavier and Cecil try out the webcam for the first time. (Ages 15)

[vpcecil]

Yes Miranda you can start it.

We all can have very good prison visit paras/gif paras.

[punkd-edits]