#//if ingo keeps talking to him this thread will turn into a 'mortal bro chases his stupid god brother'

[emmetrain]

@batonpast asked:

it’s nothing more than a wayward prayer. ingo wasn’t that religious anymore. but the voice sounds so familiar, he is stuck listening quietly to it. “… you sound like home.” ( 2 god emmet. Mwahahahahhaha ; batonpast)

Between the mortal plane and the nothingness that surrounded it, a bouquet of light was breathed into being--the light following the silhouette long warped and forgotten. The smile that spread outside of the face was as soft as dim light the being reflected.

The glimpses onto his brother, who no longer was a twin in this universe thanks to Emmet's ascendance, was far and few in between; so Emmet appreciated the moment, a day away from the eternal solitude's misery. No one could hear or acknowledge him, so why he even bothered talking? A play-pretend to still feel like the foolish human who thought he could make the world better, and then live in it. If only.

"Ingo. Ingo. You train of thought keeps drifting away. You wandered into this room for the third time, doing not what you intended to. What's so distracting? Is that wall really that interesting?" A soft chuckle, as the words formed were all but soft spring breeze.

You sound like home.

Emmet... Emmet tried to see far and wide. Who... Who his brother was referring to? No. Ingo could not... Emmet was doomed, erased from the verrry existence.

"I used to be. Once. I used to be home. We would talk for hours. Battle and discuss Pokemon. ... I wish I was still there, by your side, brother. You don't have to worry. You are doing great..." Even without me. That's what Emmet had wanted, hadn't it?"

"You should disregard my voice. It should not be possible. You and I are on tracks that will never align." Yet, still.... Still...

"I love you. Live your life greatly. Live. That's all I wish for. Your safety. Your happiness. That's all I can do."

Through the cracks, if one were to look into the shadows, they would see the being of light, with the halo in a dim kaleidoscope of colors, that peeked through the darkest of the corners.