#while pla was big i only drew them all so much since i had a ton of other fandom stuff going on

[galarfiend]

btw the volingo joke post turned into this whole doodle page. possibly a little cringe but it was really good art practice so here

[huntingbounties]

Unmovable Object

    “Riley.”

     Roman stopped in his tracks. The world froze over. Nothing moved. The Earth paused in its rotation. New York stopped racing. Noise waves halted in the air. 

     One figure moved. It defied all stillness. One foot after the other. It looked like a brick house growing closer and closer to the shorter man.

     “Riley, you have no clue how long I’ve been looking for you.”

      For once, he didn’t know how to move on. He wanted to drag his boot behind him to swivel around and leave but his joints stayed locked. Though the room was dark, he knew that voice. It was...deeper than he recalled. But they was that dragged ‘r’ and short but punctual end to his sentences. 

     His eyes adjusted slowly to the dim moonlight that dripped in from a high window. He could see the shape of broad shoulders, thick arms, and short hair swept up. Clean. Clear points on the figure. There was only a few feet between them and Roman felt like it was a wave coming to wash over him. 

     The undertow was coming. He had to swim back to shore.

      Without an external breath, he screamed at his body to move only to find himself turned back towards the door he’d used to get inside. If he could leave fast enough, he could drop by his apartment and grab some money for a pla-

      “Don’t. Please, just...hear me out for a moment,” the voice boomed, shoes scuffing the ground lightly as he paused in his path.

      Roman did the same and felt his lip curl a bit. “There’s nothing I want to hear from you.”

      “Riley-”

       “Stop fuckin’ saying that name! I’m not him anymore,” the man snapped, head jolting back at the taller figure. 

       He saw the man raise his hands into the air with the palms out. “Alright, I’m not here to fight.”

       “Then you came here for nothing. I want nothing to do with you, Aaron. Go fuckin’ save someone that actually needs you, yeah? That’s what you do-”

       “Dad’s dead.”

        Silence fell over the room. Roman stared back at his brother as Aaron shifted his weight in the dim light. His head tilted as he started to talk again. “Died a few years ago. Liver failure, if you’d believe it. Guess he just didn’t stop once we left.”

       Disgust lined Roman’s stomach as he took in the knowledge. Most people would mourn such a thing but all he could think about was how pissed off he was to not be the one that did the old man in. He took far too long. He took too fucking long to go back home and now his old man croaked nice and easy. There was so much he wanted to say and do to the man before the end came, but his courage took too long to build.

      “When I got the call, I knew I had to get back to you. I figured you deserved to know and that-”

       “What,” he shot back, cutting him off. “That we’d get close again? Grieve the old bastard at his grave and share a pint?”

      “No, I-”

      “Yeah, c’mon. Don’t pussyfoot around with me. Last time I fuckin’ saw you, you were trying to take me to jail. So don’t fuckin’ act like we can be some kind of family, you bleeding idiot,” he snarled, waving his hand through the air.

      Aaron took a step forward. “Just listen, okay? Look, I understand that we haven’t seen eye to eye on a lot of things, but I...I had this gut feeling when I got the news that I had to find you. I--I think it’s a sign, as weird as that is. A sign that we can finally start to heal!”

      With that, Roman’s head shook rapidly back and forth. His boot scooted toward the taller man and the light from the window illuminated a disgusted eye to his brother. “Heal? The fuck does that mean? Mate, I fuckin’ cauterized that would as soon as I cut you all out of me life. I don’t need you. I never needed you. Not since that fuckin’ day.”

       Aaron’s hand turned to a fist though the small shine from his glove ceased the more Roman spoke. “What the hell was I supposed to fucking do, Riley?! Just fucking ignore the call! Let my kid brother rob a house and possibly kill those inside?! I was an officer! It was my job!”

      “So you’re job was more important than me?”

      “W-What?! No! It--I just--”

       “You’re pathetic,” Roman snarled. “Look at you. A fuckin’ bootlicker that sold his own brother away in a heartbeat.”

       “I didn’t,” Aaron said in an attempt to interject, but Roman just kept talking.

       “You would rather a big ol’ medal than to help your brother. I bet your adopters would’ve been real proud, right? The great Abel arresting his brother Cain! Just so fitting for their little beliefs.”

      A heavy force slammed against the long wall next to them and Roman could make out his brother’s arm stretched out towards the source of the sound. It sounded like a hammer cracking against brick. His head tilted and his eyes strained to see through the darkness.

      A low voice followed the noise. “Don’t talk about them. After what you tried to do, you owe them the courtesy of being quiet.”

      Without any hesitation, the younger brother stepped forward once more. “Fuck. Them. I wish I’d burned them alive.”

       That was it. That was the final straw. There was a quick few squeaks for rubbed on tile as the figure sped through the darkness towards Roman. He drew both of his forearms out and managed to stop what felt like a cinderblock from getting anywhere near his face. His arms shook and ached as he held his ground. 

       A sudden follow up move bashed into his stomach. He heaved as he fell backwards. The figure didn’t stop for a second and went to grab Roman by the shirt. 

      “I came here to try one more time. I didn’t want to fucking do this. I really didn’t,” the figure spoke though the voice was a bit more muffled than before. 

      As Roman fought to catch the wind that had been knocked out of him, his eyes caught a dim view of his brother, only he didn’t see any flesh. There was no hair like before. No eyes. No skin. He looked smooth and cracked and gray, like a statue before the finer details were put in.

     What the hell is he--

     The hand to his shirt was strong and jolted him off the ground while a fist came out of the shadows. It got only an inch away from his jaw before Roman managed to grab the wrist that held it.

      All he felt was cold, dry concrete. Like he was grabbed a side walk. 

      “It’s time for a different approach, Riley.”