#I still fee like my response is so weak compared to your stunning reply!

[cardavem]

@rubycard​

Conflict weighs heavy on a mind too tender yet for the wrong of this world. Being sheltered in the external bureau facility proved to be suffocating at times, tiresome in unimaginable extents. Freedom was but a fleeting taste whenever they visited Akademeia, a craved sentiment with naïve thought that once properly inscribed would be invigorating and restorative after a decade of isolation.

Soon, that idealised reality shattered in hundreds of fragments upon being faced with the truth. Never a fan of unrealistic theories of folie de grandeur from other classmates that more often than once beg the question if they’ve gone nuts as he may have been, the blond expected to be treated with a degree of respect befitting basic human norms. Alas, he couldn’t be any more delusional.

Everywhere he went, a haze of ill sentiments and biting whispers too rude to quantify caused his body to tense uncomfortably until he returned to the intimacy of his room where prying eyes would see him no more. His stomach turned in ways beyond his comprehension at the reminder that Class Zero is to live in this institution from now on. Thankfully, the blond could count with his twin’s undivided comfort that only he knew how to assuage his troubled heart without the necessity to explain himself.

“You’ll figure it out. And I might too.”

Attention monopolised by his soothing tone, Ace removes slightly the arm draped over his eyes from where he lays to look at his blood brother. Finding sanctuary in someone else permits a wider spectrum of knowledge of said person, at least that’s what the cadet learned. Even if we are to see them as family, we are different. It’s just the two of us. As far back as he remembers, it has always been that way with the promise that whatever may happen, they will be together. A huff abandons his lungs with the raise and fall of chest honed with many years of military training.

“Again with that.” Ace complains, hands pushing unto the soft mattress to sit by his brother’s side. It comes without question that they share similar thoughts and sentiments, byproduct of their sensitive hearts. For some unfathomable reason, encouraging and comforting as his words may be, there is always something lacking that causes a sense of uneasiness to Ace.

Instinctively, his hand finds the other’s. Mirrored fingers move by inertia in a weak, linked hold. The warmth and reasoning behind such intimate action brings a smile to Ace’s face before azure meets azure. “You will too. Don’t you remember? Every step on the way, we’ll be by each other’s side.” Needless to say, he’s loath to even consider leaving him behind and watch him drown in the sea of darkness that his feelings convert into sometimes. No matter how dark, Ace promised to stay by his side–– for his darkness doesn’t scare him, just like his brother isn’t scared of his own.

“It doesn’t matter how long it takes, or if we’ll tread this road at a slower pace. There is no point in rushing towards a future without you.” Slender fingers give a soft, reassuring squeeze to the others’, smile ever growing. “We’ll do this. Together.”

@cardavem ⭑ 

  A faint thud pricks the cadet’s gentle interest from his novel. He steadily peers over his reading glasses feeling somewhat relieved to see his brother amble through the doors. A quiet gaze trickles after his mirrored half, noting the the nettled expressions displaying on his kin. Ace did not need to utter a single syllable for Spade to recognize his dismal behaviors. He silently coaxes his brother to retire beside him, a hand patting twice on the firm mattress. Once Ace settles into their shared space, he flails dejectedly.  

 While his brother’s umbrage began to bruise, Spade faintly coos at his disgruntled entrance. “You’ll figure it out. And I might too,” a thumb laps onto his tongue before he turns to a new page. Once he found a proper end point in his studies, he secures his book shut and places it on the night stand. He exhales warmly from his nostrils as his glasses were removed promptly. It’s tough being elite figures of academy. But from the transition from the bureau to a brand new social environment proves to be more of a challenge than what they originated.

Upon their arrival to the magic academy, rumors escalated quickly about the becoming of Class Zero. Gossip rambles from every common area filled with students and they all had the tendency of spreading ruse like wildfire. However, among all the cadets who dons the crimson colors, the twins were the prime appeal. Time and time again, Ace can be found fuming  in the grey areas of his emotions when the someone banters on their kinship. Spade, on the other hand, strives to see past their tedious remarks by ignoring all except when he is summoned. The chatter about the infamous pair is too much of a distraction around his milieu. 

To pacify Ace’s deafening silence, Spade simpers into his direction to only observe his brother’s cloudy response. There was a time where Spade knew no one else, but Ace. Even beyond the womb of their unnamed mother, they clenched onto this ideology that family is always first and nothing would be able to sever their bond. As long as he could even remember, they always end up sharing the same concepts, aspirations, and subtle interests. During their time imprisoned by the bureau, the training had proven to be quite rigorous and tiresome for the pair. Still, Ace was always there to encourage him with kindle spirit. Spade is the very first person he sees everyday and it always ends in hushed whispers bidding each other a good night. If Spade didn’t know any better, he would say Ace was his soulmate duplicated in his own blood. 

Spade positions himself to let his legs drape off the edge of the mattress. For a moment he wonders what would happen if one dies before the other. The very thought about death was nearly indigestible, but it was the reality of their world. Once one feats his last breath, the memories will be wipe cleanly from the others. Golden locks draws his head downwards, only to shake lightly at the the cursed thought. While lost in his reflections, he is interrupted by the cool touch laces their hands together. Spade blinks towards his brother’s congenial smile which radiates warmly on his face. 

Ace always had a crystal clear conscious. Every word he spoke was fluid and sound, bearing the natural gifts of an true delegate. “You can always depend on me,” a gracious curl winds his lips. Extending his other limb to grasp his doppler’s shoulder, he reassures the twin that he would always have his back. “...I will make sure nothing ever happens to you. Your the only brother I got, after all,” he jests purely from endearment. “As long as we have each other’s back, I know we can overcome and conquer everything thrown at us.” his forehead presses to the crook between brass shoulder plate and his brother’s chest.