take down my walls (fmab) chapter 10En: ok, what the FUCK is going onMore Like This
En: My little brother, pride, just had a dream about you.
L: how do you know it was me?
En: i know exactly who it was. it was you. explain.
L: what was the dream about?
En: lemme ask him.
“Pride, what was the dream about?”
En: he says it was like an old memory. That he was him in the same way I was me in my nightmare, and that he was fighting you. you were winning, but you were holding back. and then your eyes turned silver, your expression filled with pain, and you stopped fighting. and then he was yanked out. now, i want some goddamn answering, right the fuck now.
L: you know, this could all just be a weird coincedence
En: goddammit dont treat me like im a fucking idiot! SOMETHING is going on here and youre going to tell me what it is. especially after last night.
L: fair enough.
L: look, i cant really tell you everything, at least not yet. normally i wouldnt tell you shit, but then this dream with pride. plus, being your usual s
My partner, my equal.You are the key foundation to my entire being and if that pillar is broken then I will fall.More Like This
Into a million pieces I will become naught but dust for all to walk upon,
and when time comes to an end I will be the first to go, because your pillar was not there to be my strengths when all else failed.
You are my partner, we are equals, and because of that neither one of us will ever be more important than the other, you are special, I am special, my needs and yours are met in the middle.
As a body cannot move without muscle,
I can not do any of these things without you.
HideDave’s been incredibly quiet. Usually you can’t get him to shut up, and you would have enjoyed the silence if you weren’t so worried. Dave was a tough, independent kid, but suddenly your parental protectiveness has come back from hibernation.More Like This
It all started a month ago when you were just lounging in your room, doing updates on the site and sorting some payments out. Usual work stuff. But you had flinched when you heard him yell your name. It couldn’t have been anything serious, so you yelled back, “What?”
He didn’t reply. Instead he rushed into your room and you spun your chair around to face him.
“I thought we agreed that knocking was a courtesy we practice in this household,” you said.
He looked exhausted. He was panting lightly, and his knuckles were white as they held the doorknob on your bedroom door. His shades weren’t even on, which was a huge surprise, because you couldn’t remember a time that he wasn’t sel