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scuderiadream · 1 year ago

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invisible string

reader x charles leclerc

⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary : the expression "invisible string" alludes to a traditional chinese tale about a crimson thread of destiny binding two people together, this recounts the beginning of reader and charles' love affair, which saw them go from being complete strangers to falling in love and discovering that they were connected by an invisible string

⊹ ࣪ ˖ faceclaim : gracie abrams

⊹ ࣪ ˖ author note : this might be kinda? long idk? but yea please enjoy!! sorry if this is just flopping and ou if u have any reqs dont be shy and request! bcos i'm kinda running out of idea here ahah 🥹

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y/n and charles love story begin back then during the 2022 monaco grand prix, they were a complete stranger until one day y/n's father decided to held a very fancy gala in monaco just before the race day. charles leclerc was one of the many millionaires and celebrities her father invited to his gala. charles politely accepted the invitation, and when he showed up at the gala, he was astounded by y/n's appearance in general. naturally, one thing led to another, and they eventually went on dates and invited y/n to his races, which resulted in their most romantic relationship ever.

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after their romantic stroll around the city of monaco, y/n and charles enjoyed each other's company as they talk about their childhood or thier past life.

y/n pov :

i can feel his warmth body wrapping around mine as i linked my arm around his, walking through the city of monaco. i confessed to him about my childhood and how awesome it was. i told him that i remembered i was sitting on a grass, reading a book at the centennial park i used to think i would meet somebody there and how stupid it sounds.

he made an eye smile as his face lit up like a clueless little kid. "what's wrong? you're smiling like crazy" i said while i tilt my head a little to the side in confusion. as it turns out, he confessed to me that he was there too while on his vacation with his family, he was wearing a teal shirt when.

somehow we ended up laughing and giggling like a crazy person. its amazing how our stories just simply connect, were there clues i didn't see? as if all along there's some invisible string tying him to me?

charles pov :

after a few hours had passed, we continued to talk about our own experiences and how they always connected. i chuckle at how ridiculously foolish it sounds, but i feel like we were meant to be. it's funny how we went from being complete strangers to developing this devoted bond that i never imagined we would, she's what i've always been wanting for.

she sees me for who i am, as if i'm perfect. she opened the door to my heart that i couldn't open for a long time as i feel proud to call her as mine, my girl, mon amour.

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sangdelune-archive1 · 3 years ago

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✴ * : ･ﾟ ★ Starter for @cosmicstardreamer ( semi - plotted )

╰ ☾ ☆ * : ･ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ HE HAD FINALLY FOUND HAPPINESS. After so many years, he had finally found happiness. From his very birth, life had always been cruel to him. HIS MOTHER was always so scary; screaming and yelling as she would beat him until his pale skin turned all sorts of ugly shades of black and blue. The people at her work were always TERRIBLE to him too; hurting him just as badly or if not, FAR worse. When he was promised the pain would stop, he was snatched away into the world of a MADMAN; hellbent on using him and so many other children towards his nefarious goals. And every day he spend in that laboratory, his body and his mind were pushed to the BRINK with those awful experiments. Day and night, his screams would echo though those bloodstained halls as he BEGGED and CRIED for them to just stop and let him rest. But they never did. The pain NEVER ended.

Until FATHER saved him and his brother.

Father was so KIND and so GENTLE to him. The way they smiled, the way they held him in their arms, the way they would sing them lullabies as they tucked him and his brother into bed. Father DOTED upon him and his brother so. All three of them lead such a wonderful life, traveling across the land and seeing all sorts of things he never thought he would. And he was perfectly satisfied just BEING with his Father and Brother. He would be happy if that life lasted FOREVER.

But then … he fell ILL. His head ached and burned and yet he couldn't quell his own chills. The simple act of walking grew more and more difficult until he just couldn't anymore. His own body dragged him closer and closer to death's door by the minute. There had been ONE WAY to save him; by turning into the Kin of the Blue Moon. He accepted that fate …

So why did everything hurt SO MUCH MORE ?

It's so cold. Everything was SO COLD. There was some warmth.. yet somehow, that warmth wasn't comforting at all. That warmth was wet and sticky and red; just like the BLOOD that so often caked his skin and clothing during the experiments. But there was so much more blood and so much more pain than ANY of those atrocities committed upon his body. Why was it so cold ? Why did everything hurt ? Why couldn't he feel his left arm ?

WAS HE GOING TO DIE ?

To keep those bright blue eyes open was an unbearable BURDEN. But the concept of death was just so TERRIFYING, he didn't want to let his eyes close. He didn’t want to die and be alone all over again. Kin of the Blue Moon or not though, he was still just an ordinary human. And the human body had its LIMITS.

The last thing he saw was a blur of PURPLE before everything went black.

#cosmicstardreamer #blood tw #gore tw #abuse tw #child abuse tw #° ⁺ . ☾ My mother said I was holy. My father said I would burn. ☆ IC.#° ⁺ . ☾ Love was never meant to be such a crazy affair; no. ☆ BLUE MOON.

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tasmpeter · 3 years ago

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— ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ dirty valentine

☾ parings: adrian chase/vigilante x fem!reader

☾ summary: It has been fourteen months since you and Adrian Chase divorced. The divorce was sudden, and left both parties an emotional wreck. You were not a mentally stable girl. Everyone in town knows this. From your mental breakdown in the Albertsons to the multiple rehab visits, you were know as the towns crazy girl. No one knew exactly what was wrong with you, everyone had their own diagnosis — schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, psychosis. Whatever it was, Adrian Chase was the only one who could see you for what you truly were in his own, not mentally stable, way. You were perfect together. You cared and loved each other regardless of your own mental states. So maybe the divorce should have been seen from a mile away. No one knows exactly what caused the divorce, but it was filed fourteen hours after a domestic disturbance call was reported at your apartment. So, now, fourteen months later, and you are in the worst mental state of your life. You loved your husband, you really did, but sometimes he was so idiotic and could never fully see you. After the messy breakup, in which you stabbed Adrian with a steak knife in the arm, you weren't speaking to each other. Months with no contact, you begin craving Adrian Chase again. So, you do the only thing that can get Adrian's attention. You kill for him. You leave bodies in alleyways of his potential victims and always leaves a card — signed, your dearly beloved. Adrian refuses to give you the time of day, because why? He found himself a brand new girlfriend. Someone he works with, on Task Force X, and someone who won't stab him with a steak knife because he forgot to grab her meds from the pharmacy. So, he ignores your desperate cries for attention and pretends like these murders aren't happening. Obviously, the answer is clear. Your next plan? Kill his new girlfriend.

☾ warnings: mentions of suicide, graphic depictions of suicide attempts, graphic depictions of blood and murder, mentions of schizophrenia and medication, mentions of divorce, cheating on partner, depictions of domestic violence, & fucked up people being fucked up together. 18+ minors dni (i think that’s everything, if i forgot something please let me know!!)

☾ authors note: ahhh here’s the first chapter!! i’m honestly obsessed with this story and love the idea of adrian marrying someone who is… equally fucked up and horrible. anyways, i hope you all like it!

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CHAPTER ONE, ACT ONE: Come Home, The Kids Miss You.

You haven't been doing well, recently. It's been one year, two months, thirteen days, and seventeen hours since you and Adrian divorced (not that you have been counting). You haven't seen him since. Not at the grocery store, not when you passed by Fennel Fields on your way home from therapy, and not even a word of Vigilante in the news. The divorce — well, it was kind of your fault — was messy. A long court battle where you were awarded alimony due to your medical conditions not allowing you to work. So, it was clear Adrian was pissed at you. Holding this ever looming presence of invisibility over your head. He knew you missed him and you knew he missed you — no matter what he says, deep down, you know Adrian misses you just as much. Anyone who knew you and Adrian knew that they were meant for each other. It was clear. They were both a little insane, but had big hearts that just wanted to be loved. So, they found love in each other. And it was beautiful. A beautiful love affair that ended in a bloody battle — how typical.

You had been diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of fourteen. It was a genetic disease that your mother had given you (the only the that woman gave to you before she killed herself). It slowly got worse over time, leaving to mental breakdowns in grocery stores and you waking up in the woods covered in blood. Adrian, who wasn't always the most understanding person in the world, cared for you and loved you like you weren't sick. Maybe that was the downfall of their relationship. Adrian didn't know how to love someone like you, and all you wanted was to be held — something else Adrian had trouble doing. Since the divorce, it had only gotten worse for you. Your schizophrenia, which was usually tamed by various medications, was at an all time high. Four months after the divorce, you accidentally slit your wrists during a schizophrenic episode and ended up in the hospital for a week. They called your emergency contact — which was Adrian. He never came.

The killings however, only started until recently. One night in November when your homicidal tendencies were at all time high, you murdered a man on your way home from therapy — how ironic, you know. You don't remember why — or how — you murdered this man. It was all kind of clipped out of your brain like a corrupted drive. All you remembered was seeing a man exchange money with a boy in an alleyway, and next thing you know, you are standing over his body in an alleyway, blood dripping from the victim's pocketknife. Which led you to an idea. An idea you conceived in confusion, fear, and a bit of adrenaline. You wrote a note to Adrian. You knew that Adrian would find the body. There is no bigger town gossip than Vigilante. He knew everyone and their business. He'd find this body in two hours — tops. Hours before the police catch wind of a dead drug dealer in an alleyway. So, you left a note for your (ex) husband and walked home like you didn't just kill a man.

The rest, just happened. You felt a certain connection to Adrian while you were leaving surprises for him. You left him these gifts like you were leaving sacrifices at the altar. Like he was your god, and you were giving your prayers. So, you left his notes at every crime scene, knowing he'd read them. Your murderers hadn't gone unnoticed by the police, but they were quick to blame the murders on Vigilante. Who cares about crackheads and criminals dying? The police clearly didn't. You had a conscious, a weird fucked up one, but you did have a conscious. But the guilt you felt from taking another's life was not greater than your love for Adrian. No where near as close. He'd come back to you. He always had. And maybe, once he finally gets over his grudge against you, he will come home.

The last fourteen months have been hell for Adrian Chase. He got divorced, got shot in the kidney and spent two weeks in the hospital, had to get a new kidney, and he missed you. Call him crazy, it's nothing he hasn't heard before, but he missed his ex wife. Yes, you did stab him in the arm, but it's nothing worse than he has already felt and he missed you. He missed your smile, your laugh, and how you loved playing D&D with him. Christopher Smith suggested, after ten months of mopping and a murder spree, that Adrian get a rebound. So, after a string of one night stands and threesomes with Chris, Adrian decided he was ready to date again. Augustine Warren was shy, quiet, and worked with Economos with technical support and was also the teams official doctor. She always sweet to Adrian, and never laughed when the group would make fun of him. So when Adrian asked her out on a date, she accepted. Augustine wasn't aware of the complications of Adrian's ex wife. All that she knew was that Adrian's ex wife was a little crazy and the divorce was messy — how was she suppose to know that Adrian decided to keep the fact that his ex wife was now murdering people in Evergreen.

The first body Adrian found with the note attached — for my dearly beloved — he wanted to vomit. You had done a number on this man. You obviously had never killed a man before, because there was clearly signs of a struggle and the knife marks were jagged and messy. It reminded him of his jagged stitches in his left bicep from the knife that you had lodged there. He almost felt it sting. The man was found next to drug needles and an illegal firearm — at least you were following his code. It wasn't the body that made Adrian want to vomit, it was the note. Covered in blood and barely visible next to the body, Adrian pulled the note off the ground and shoved it in his pocket. The police will think this was another Vigilante murder — Adrian hoped that they would at least — because at the end of the day, Adrian would rather lose everything than to know that you weren't around. He wondered if it was his fault, that you went to such extreme measures to get in contact with Adrian. He wondered if maybe he would have just followed you, that this would have been stopped.

Adrian still was mad at you, however. He holds grudges, and he holds them for a long, long time. Adrian was still pissed that you stabbed him in the fucking arm, and the fact he has to shell out what little money he makes, to you. He loved you, he always will and he knew that, but it didn't stop him for having an everlasting burning fuel of anger in his heart for you.

Augustine and Adrian had been dating for four months at this point. It was nice. It was soft. It's what love was suppose to be like. Providing and caring for one another in harmonious bliss. However, Adrian couldn't pretend like he didn't feel a looming presence of darkness over his relationship with Augustine — the presence of you. It was a dark cloud that hung over their relationship. Something neither of them mentioned, but they both knew. The police were none the wiser with your murderers and blamed them on Vigilante. Augustine never mentioned these deaths — as she didn't necessarily agree with Adrian's methods of handling crime — and Adrian kept all the notes you had left him in a box beneath his bed.

The notes grew in length as the murderers occurred — fifteen now at this point. You would write about your day, and how much you missed Adrian. It was almost like letters. Adrian was conflicted. He knew he should stop you. He knew it is what he had to do, but he couldn't bring himself to even see you (because if he did, Adrian doesn't know if he will be strong enough to not collapse back into old ways). He enjoyed the notes. He enjoyed your ramblings of what you had for breakfast, how you are still clean — even after everything that has happened —, and how you are still taking your meds and seeing your therapist. At least you were still with him, partially.

It was December when he finally saw you again. Adrian was out at night, patrolling the town. It had just snowed a couple nights prior, and the snow was still melting off the ground. He was making his way around a popular drug area — that you used to frequent before you became clean — and was preparing to kill a couple drug dealers, but then he saw you. Your hair glistened in the moonlight and the butchers knife dripped blood onto the pavement. You were wearing his jacket. An old, warm one that Adrian had forgotten he used to own. Adrian was almost frozen on the pavement. Refusing to take a step forward and refusing to take a step back. Frozen at the sight of you. You placed the note on the ground and turned back around to see Vigilante on the opposite end of the alleyway — just looking at you. The knife clattered onto the pavement as it slipped between your fingers and you jumped at the noise. You always scared so easily.

"Adrian." You whispered out, just faint enough for him to hear his name spill out of your beautiful lips as you did many months prior.

Adrian carefully took some strides closer to you, hands placed on his gun at his hip. You closed the gap and she wrapped your arms around his neck. Adrian knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he hugged you back. You smelt like blood and sweat and the lavender perfume you always wear. He could feel you sobbing against his neck and how your body was violently shaking under his touch.

"Bunny. Bunny, look at me." Adrian said, pulling you off of his chest and gripping your small shoulders.

"H-Have you been reading my letters? I-I leave them for you, s-so you know how I am." You said, sniffling and wiping the tears off her face.

"What the fuck are doing? Really? W-why are you killing people?"

A stray tear rolls down her face, "I thought it would bring us together again. I-I'm not doing anything wrong. I-I'm just killing criminals."

Adrian began stroking your hair. He always did this, to calm you down, "I know, but, this isn't you. Y-you don't kill people, Bunny. You aren't like me. You resorted to murder in order to get my attention?"

"Let me see your face. Please. Please, Addy. It's been months, please," You were practically begging and clawing at the bottom of his mask.

Adrian hesitated. The mask was the only buffer he had between himself and you. Without the mask, Adrian didn't know if he could control himself. But your glassy eyes and your small pout made you irresistible. So, he obliged, ripped the mask off and placed his wire glasses over his green eyes.

You smiled so big and Adrian knew it was over for him. He could never resist her smile, "There's my pretty boy."

You brought your hand to his cold cheeks and he just melted against your warm hands. You always ran warmer than him, and he used to call you his personal heater, "I missed you so much, Addy."

"I missed you too, Bunny." You giggled at the nickname you missed so dearly. They stood in the alleyway, the dead body that you had just murdered only inches away, and stared into each other's eyes. Holding each other and reminiscing on happier times.

"I'm always going to love you, Adrian."

"I know. I-I'll always love you, too." You made the first attack to Adrian's lips. Adrian, against his better judgment, immediately kissed you back and it felt like four years ago when they were happy. It felt like those days where you and Adrian would spend all day in bed, just kissing and talking and having sex. Adrian couldn't deny that he felt something greater than when he kissed Augustine. Shit. Augustine. Adrian's eyes widened and broke the kiss off.

"C-Can we be together again? I-I miss you so much and I'm so sorry I stabbed you. I-I didn't mean it, you have to know I don't want to hurt you. I-I was just off my meds and the v-voices were coming back and—,"

"Bunny, I'm seeing someone else," Adrian turned his head away from you, daring not to see yours eyes diminish and your body tremble.

There was a fire that was lit inside of you that you could no longer ignore. Adrian kissed you. He said that he loved you, but he's still seeing someone else. Your body shook. Not because of your tremors, but because of the jealousy that was growing inside your stomach like a parasite. You did your best to mask the anger. You had been masking your whole life. Pretending to not have an unbridled rage burning inside of you was something you were used to.

"Wha— who?" Your glossy eyes still had that same spark, however love and longing was now exchanged with fury and jealousy.

Adrian still refused to look at you in the eyes. His head darting in every direction but yours, "Some girl I work with."

"Which job?" You knew the answer. You knew exactly what girl he was talking about. Augustine Warren. In the sparse times you had visited the headquarters, you remembered Augustine Warren very clearly. Beautiful red hair, quiet, polite, and the exact opposite of everything you were. Where Augustine was put together, you were a mess. Where Augustine was quiet, you were loud. You remembered times Adrian would mention that Augustine would patch him up on missions, and how your blood would boil at the thought of someone else touching your husband. Of course the only thing standing in your way now, was Augustine.

"Uh, the task force. H-her name is Augustine. The nurse." Adrian still refused to look at you while your heart crumbled and was replaced with fire. In the corner of his eye, he could see a single tear fall from your eyes, and Adrian wanted to run away.

"Oh," was all you said. It was all that you needed to say. Adrian knew that you never really liked Augustine, so the fact he was now dating her, was a crushing blow.

Gunshots were heard from a couple blocks over and Adrian slipped his mask back over his face, "I gotta go. Stop killing people, Bunny!"

Adrian ran off towards the sound of the bullets, as he always did. Running towards every fight like it was a birth right, like those shots were specifically meant for him. Your unbridled rage still hadn't simmered, and without Adrian there, there was no one to stop you from your next plan. You were going to fucking kill Augustine Warren.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #adrian chase x female reader #vigilante #freddie stroma #vigilante x reader #peacemaker hbo max #adrian chase x you

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indeliblepromise · 5 months ago

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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤMikhail tags aka why do I have two muses with the exact same name and aesthetic I hate myself.

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sangdelune-archive2 · 2 years ago

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╰ ☾ ☆ * : ･ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐏 — in character tags !

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sangdelune-archive1 · 3 years ago

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✴ * : ･ﾟ ★ 【 @chironitas 】

⮩ cont. from 「 X 」

╰ ☾ ☆ * : ･ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ THERE HAD BEEN WARNING SIGNS OF THE STORM THAT WAS TO COME. The stars and the moon he had wanted to gaze upon that night were completely obscured by thick veils of blackened clouds. A disappointment, for sure as it was seen all over the child’s face once they caught sight of all those billowing shadows that only seemed to grow and grow. But the WORST had not yet arrived.

Until NOW.

By the time the two of them had settled into bed, the anxiety had already been growing along with those deep rumbles in the distance. So many years had been spent trapped deep underground in that LABORATORY of death, he’d hardly heard much of the world above at all. All he knew were the SCREAMS, the unbearable sounds of himself his brother’s CRYING OUT in agony until their voices died in their throats, the awful metallic sounds of strange devices and machines echoing through those halls, those GOD AWFUL laughs from that horrible doctor.

He never thought he’d make it to the surface again until FATHER saved them both.

Just because they were FREE though didn’t mean the damage was gone. The memories and the consequences still hung over the family; just like those darkened clouds atop their heads now. Irreversible physical and mental trauma had been inflicted upon them both. Their bodies still ached and suffered and their minds still couldn’t purge those awful memories; not even in SLUMBER.

The SNIFFLES and SOBS still wracked at his tiny body as his tears would slowly soak through the fabric of his brother’s pajamas. Everything was fine. Everything was safe. He wanted to tell himself that. He wanted to believe that. His brother was here and the blankets were nice and warm. But every crash of thunder only forces MORE whines and whimpers out of his throat.

‘ I - I - I’m SCARED, Brother. ‘

He FINALLY manages to speak despite his words and his own breath shaking. His arms only tighten around his brother’s torso as he buried his face deeper into his clothing.

‘ It sounds like those SCARY machines. Y - You know … the ones that the bad people would tie us to and hurt us with … it sounds just like THAT ! ‘

#// HE'S SO GOOD #abuse tw #child abuse tw #human experimentation tw #chironitas #° ⁺ . ☾ Love was never meant to be such a crazy affair; no. ☆ BLUE MOON.#° ⁺ . ☾ My mother said I was holy. My father said I would burn. ☆ IC.

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sangdelune-archive1 · 3 years ago

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✧ * º • –– @chironitas asked: by the time vanitas wakes, the sun is high in the sky; he cracks one brilliant blue eye open and half-scowls at the sunbeams gently illuminating his pillow for having the audacity to wake him from the first restful slumber he's had in ages.

how long has he been asleep, anyway...?

he tries to sit up and get his bearings and immediately gets his answer, finding his limbs may as well be made of lead. .....oh. that's right. he'd struggled his way through making luna and misha breakfast yesterday; as soon as he'd ensured neither of them would have to endure luna's cooking, he'd gone back to bed, feeling feverish, and had slept the rest of the day away --- and the whole night and part of today, too. his memory comes back in bits and pieces: he remembers luna putting something cool and soothing on his forehead, remembers misha's tiny hands tugging at his blankets, calling for him over and over.

--------and if he's been asleep since yesterday morning... that means misha hasn't eaten proper food since then. vanitas is instantly awake; he sits bolt upright, ignoring the way the world briefly swims around him, and hastily tugs on a robe. he has one singular mission: make sure luna has not inadvertently poisoned misha with a bad case of poorly-executed culinary good intentions, a so-called "breakfast."

"mikhail...?" vanitas looks a right mess, pale and rumpled, but there's a look of determination burning in his eyes.

(he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he sees that misha is, in fact, still alive and well; his shoulders sag as he feels the weight of the world suddenly lifted off of them.)

"mikhail." vanitas clears his throat, hands on his hips. "have you eaten yet...?"

⮩ 【 Unprompted. 】

╰ ☾ ☆ * : ･ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ THE EVENTS OF THE PAST FEW DAYS HAD GONE BY SO QUICKLY for such a small child. One moment, he was SCREAMING his lungs hoarse as he and his brother were being strapped to horrific devices. The next moment, he and his brother were outside; clutching blankets close to their thin, malnourished bodies as they followed the vampire that saved them from their tragic fates. The vampire was KIND; that was what Misha had ultimately decided as he had watched them tuck his brother into bed and comfort the two of them until they BOTH fell asleep. The vampire was someone he was growing to trust and LOVE.

But there was ONE problem.

They couldn’t cook to save their life.

BROTHER had taken the past few days harder than he had; constantly on edge because of everything they had gone through. Brother couldn’t relax, not even when the two of them were finally SAFE and SOUND for once in their lives. Eventually, it had all taken a toll on him as he had passed out in the middle of the woods; only waking up twice since then. Once when he had talked and inadvertently spilled his entire life story to the two of them and the other to cook them breakfast. But that was HOURS ago.

He dares NOT wake his brother though. He’s perfectly content with waiting; rather than shaking him and whining that he’s hungry. Besides, as long as Father didn’t try to COOK the food, the food wouldn’t get ruined. Did that limit his choices a little ? Yes, but Misha wasn’t too picky; especially after his upbringing ( just don’t give him vegetables ).

And thus, he WAITS. He waits and he waits until his brother FINALLY emerges from his bed. The older boy was practically tackled down as he hugs his brother tight; looking up at him with SPARKLING grey hues.

‘ Brother ! You’re awake ! Good morning ! ‘

‘ I ate a little bit last night ! I had some bread and some milk ! And guess what, Brother ? The milk WASN’T black this time ! ‘

… He really had some LOW expectations, didn’t he ?

#// MISHAAAAAAAAA #° ⁺ . ☾ Love was never meant to be such a crazy affair; no. ☆ BLUE MOON.#° ⁺ . ☾ My mother said I was holy. My father said I would burn. ☆ IC.#° ⁺ . ☾ I bet you didn't know that I could bleed ( you and me both ). ☆ ASK.#chironitas

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