You are yourself. His fate, therefore, was to live. It was so opposite, so antithetical to the end he had prescribed to, particularly in light of the revelations put forth. A father's command, his role, the tearing of connections, that eternal loneliness. Perhaps a single element might have merely played at tendencies, but the combination of all proved to be his downfall. Thus, Nigredo assumed death came at the conclusion of each path treaded upon. For Nigredo had thought, had forseen solitude as his only companion, and therefore, he had buried his desires. Destroyed his wants in favor of resignation and an infant's dream. He hadn't thought to believe he would live. To believe that he should live for himself.
Still, Albedo would speak it. He would intone perfectly, grace close to a wish long since dead. Nigredo was wrong, hm? What were the discrepencies, then, that Rubedo had placed? He suddenly wondered on the length and breadth of knowledge involved. The other wouldn't press certainty unless he had a foundation. Albedo wouldn't unless--
He had a secret. Without wanting, blood rushed past Nigredo's ears, filling canals with the buzz of insects. And still, the boy gave agreement. He gave audience to Albedo and his reveal, which proved to be a little less than expectations. A little more to affects. Older brother thought for the future, and contrary to what had been claimed in that solitary cell, that lonely place, he planned to live. Contrary to that near slip in the bloody hall, he planned for Nigredo's life. And Nigredo--
Began to cry. Again, without wanting, but the child found it closer to relief than a burden. He pressed eyelids shut as tears fell across his cheeks; they fell from his eyes to collect in pools at the base of his head, clear and light and another word he could never quite verbalize. This sensation was unfamiliar, touching foreign in his mind, but he could place the reason for its presence. Somehow, Nigredo responded. Gave without pause.
For this was not his sadness in the open.
"For an instant," he choked out, "I had thought you would die. Since solitary. Or you would take my life. Since last night." He breathed in and caught the scent of blood. "If you hadn't remembered. If you hadn't come back." If you had discovered the reason for my birth-- "It would be better to want to die than wait to be rejected. Rubedo, too." It would be better to assume the worst than hope. The phrases were broken, intermingled with sobs, but there it lay.
However. "But that doesn't matter if you say that. If you'll have me, I'll stay where I am." Where they were. {I never want to disappear. I would be happy to live if you say that.}
Because in that instance, in that span of a minute, Nigredo thought he had heard acceptance. And why would he ever think to die if someone wished to keep him for him?
Nigredo wept. His brother cried and stammered out phrases, and Albedo only bore witness. This was a confession, and comforting, interrupting--would ruin that sanctity. This was a confession, Albedo thought, and all that was Nigredo became clear. His silent longing, his standoffish behavior. The opposite of Albedo. Albedo would cling in want, force himself onto another in fear of loss. And Nigredo.
Nigredo would let go. Back up and watch at a distance rather than face that risk of pain when a hand would let go. His little brother could not face the thought of that pain, and perhaps if Albedo wanted a source for that mentality, he need look no further than himself. For, surely, over the years, Albedo had been a good example of what pain was caused when one clung to another who would walk away.
And yet. Here. Here.
Here, Nigredo would move contrary to that. Here, he would promise commitment if Albedo only said the word. Nigredo would give himself to one that had, over a month ago, tried his utmost to kill him. Nigredo would give himself wholly to Albedo, who spoke devotion and affection to a child that had known nearly none. Nigredo would claim to never want to disappear, to remain, to stay, and Albedo would only exist in a continuous overwhelm. Nigredo was giving him what he desired. If he only accepted.
Albedo shifted again, slid his hands to either side of Nigredo's face and stared into his brother's eyes. "You won't be rejected," he said firmly. "You are wanted." Emotion skittered across Albedo's face. His voice dropped quieter. "I want you."
The boy kissed his brother's cheek. "I won't hurt you." The action repeated at a jawline. "I won't be killed." And at a chin. "I won't be reckless." At the corner of Nigredo's mouth. "I won't reject you." As light as butterfly wings, he graced his lips across his brother's. "I want you to stay."
{Nigredo.} Albedo tipped his head, pressed lips against like more firmly. {Stay with me.} I love you.
He would promise commitment and more. He would give the entirety of himself to a brother--whether he proved to be the death of Nigredo or otherwise, Nigredo would never care. He wouldn't mind as long as the other would promise only acceptance. Welcome his existence and want for him to continue. Again, why would he ever think to die if someone wished to keep him for him?
The words offered spoke of confirmation--the affections, an admission. He recalled many and could not remember ever receiving such kindness from anyone. It was tragic, almost, the touch of lips. Kisses could easily fall to waste if Nigredo held so much as one irredeemable quality. He knew this. More than anything, he would always expect it. Fear it. To be hated. For any number of reasons.
Because he was weaker than Albedo. Was as fragile as glass and sand. He would always doubt, therefore, of brothers and their love. To protect them, he would kill faith.
Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. However.
His mind was slipping away, cracked against a fracture. Green eyes spiraled into a haze, overflowed with tears, and carefully, he reached to grab Albedo's shirt. {Then I'll stay. I'll stay with you.} So don't. {Don't reject me. Don't hate me. I will give you anything you want, if you will let me.}
It was not as if he was given to indecision. Even as Nigredo sent things that had the possibly to damn him, the thought streaked only once through his mind and vanished-- That what Nigredo was saying could ruin him, placed in hands that would use it as they willed. He would have. Completely and utterly, given the chance prior. But now he would almost ignore it. Almost forget those words, I will give you anything you want. It was almost like pleading. Pressing. Nigredo was breaking and Albedo wondered at the source.
Wondered more how much Nigredo wanted this, if his mind couldn't handle the thought of it.
He pressed a light kiss to his brother then pulled back, stroking a hand through dark hair. "I said what I want," he murmured quietly. {I want you to remain as you are. I want you to stay with me, and live.}
Comfort was the strangest. It seemed near odd to offer it here, but it came as necessary. {Why would I reject you?} the boy sent affectionately, pressure at his temples. {I don't hate you at all.} His fingers maintained their path of petting through his brother's hair, and he kissed Nigredo's forehead softly. {I care about you. I do love you.}
Comfort was the strangest, and it broke the already fractured existence. It was necessary, a prerequisite to a transition, for the being that Nigredo was could not accept affections. As he was, he could not live on promises nor vows of devotion. They would slip away given time, fall beneath stagnation, and waste away into ink and shadow.
So Nigredo, as he was, had to change. Break and reform to accept the unknown. The kindest of these came in the form of comfort.
And his brother was beginning to understand its truth.
His arms moved. Without thinking, he wrapped them around the other boy, tight enough steady the flow of blood. {Then I'll live. As I am.} The only want he could give in the exchange. Perhaps, the most difficult want to uphold. {I won't leave you.} Nigredo made a whimper, sobs stifling under his tongue. His head sparked against the imposed limitations, and he knew tomorrow would enter as a migraine. The child, unfortunately, couldn't think of another method in speech. Touch and overwhelm rendered vocal chords useless, and Nigredo had much to convey.
Like thanks. Like gratitude. {I'm glad.} He choked on a cry. {I'm really glad.}
Nigredo's arms wrapped around Albedo, possibly more tightly than they ever had. With this, came a clearer form of need, again one that he knew, and while his brother clung beneath him, Albedo continued petting him, surprisingly calm for the circumstances at hand. Perhaps it was only the fact of sleep, solid and unavoidable after a point. Or a dream, or simply the fact of Nigredo in his arms. Here, laid care, nicely and pressingly clear, and despite the apparent misery, Albedo was near content.
Because Nigredo was glad. The link could not lie. "I'm glad, too," he said quietly. {I'm glad you're here.}
This came as a repeat, said before, but he didn't have the mind to place it. Instead focus shifted to a different point. He touched his forehead against Nigredo's to gain his attention. "Let's get off the floor, okay?" It couldn't be comfortable to be crushed under your brother. Despite the fact it was Albedo's fault. He held to the action. It was only but necessary at that point.
There was an immediate scramble for coherency the instant Albedo called to the environment. The fragments of Nigredo's mind melded together, the act hasty enough to leave the younger in a state of disarray. He finally realized that he was still on the floor, that his chest hurt beyond a magnitude considered normal. Care lingered between the two variants, but he could not piece together the sequence leading up to the development.
And he could not understand how he had managed to cry again.
The child stared with wide eyes at Albedo, to the ceiling over his brother's shoulder, and then back. "Um." He forced a sharp inhale before relinquishing his hold in increments. Yes, they would do well to get themselves off the floor. "Okay. Yeah."
...Nigredo was a mess, and half of Albedo found it adorably endearing. Don't get him wrong, there was concern, but his brother like this was wholly himself in the way of each reaction was perfectly seen, each move and motive came from a person with the weight of wants behind them. He knew that all, of course, but still. And it was not as if he would not be taking care of Nigredo. There was no need to be overly concerned.
Albedo detached himself carefully and backed off his brother, before standing and leaning down to pull Nigredo up with him. He brushed his brother off slightly, and went to pull him over to the bed. Partway there, he paused, looking at the desk. "Do you need that?" A murmured yes was given, and Albedo plucked it up and handed it over without delay. That done, he continued leading Nigredo the few feet to the bed. "Lay down, okay?" A child's please was infused in the tone. "Why'd you come to my room, anyway?"
He didn't know how he managed the strength to stand, nor how his skin had not sagged beneath the weight of gravity and his form had not crumbled in Albedo's arms. Yet, somehow, Nigredo moved lightly. Somehow, he didn't drag his feet when his sibling directed him to the bed and gave his assent to things without thinking twice. He curled into the sheets with Renamon's journal in tow, eyes considering his surroundings as if they had never existed prior.
When Albedo asked for the reason for his presence, Nigredo almost answered wrongly, to remember at the last minute. Why would he be here? He had come here for a specific reason than anything natural, right? Right. "I, uh," he started, staring at Albedo with some reservation, "I didn't want to stay in my room with, uh, him in there so... I'm sorry if I disturbed you." He swallowed audibly.
Nigredo curled into himself as he laid, and Albedo sat next to him fondly for a beat, hand on his brother's side. The air seemed almost gentle; something that was ruined utterly the moment Nigredo spoke. Instead the scenery chilled, Albedo's eyes briefly glazing over. An emotion that needed to halt the moment of its creation. So the boy held to what he had decided previously, and pushing Nigredo's arms slightly up, laid to curl against his brother--arms around Nigredo's hips and head against his stomach. He nuzzled into the soft flesh there, inhaling the scent.
"You didn't disturb me," came the first point. "I want you by me. Come whenever you like. Think of this room as yours, too." Though here came the second point, carefully said to sound as casual as the first. "Is he giving you trouble?"
Perhaps it was the cold tucked into the night air. Perhaps the fluctuations in mood and sanity had finally reached its peak. Nigredo felt warmth and reached for his brother's shoulder without reservation. He heard an open invitation and quietly murmured his thanks, allowing gratitude to seep from black to white. Nigredo was glad, truth be told. He was relieved beyond measure to have somewhere to go.
Then.
His mind tilted too far at the question, and the child recalled an older boy with the selfsame eyes. The wrongs he had committed. How the surface skins they wore were near indistinguishable to the naked eye. The temptation for murder flared within Nigredo, and without a whole mind, it was apparent to any and all. "Not lately," he muttered, frozen in his impulse. "But he should still die."
His brother's hand came against his shoulder, and it came as something natural, without hesitation. Albedo relaxed against Nigredo, cuddling in further as his brother gave his thanks. In response, Albedo gave care, comfort trailing along the edges.
Something that held fast despite the changes in mind.
Albedo hummed quietly in apparent serenity as he moved to trail a hand along Nigredo's thigh. There was hatred present, a clear hatred in the way of a longing for another's death. No messy wantings, no conflicted resolutions desired. Only a death, clear and simple. "Nigredo..." Albedo said lightly, pleasantly. An edge of adoration underneath. "Do you want him dead?
He moved in his desire, giving forthright attention to the proposal. Comfort and adoration furthered the line of logic, and Nigredo squeezed the cloth surrounding the other's form. When he pictured the futures before him, pressed them against the steady (immovable) duty to live, there existed only one end result. "Do you want him dead?"
Would he grant Albedo that chance?
"I wonder," he murmured. "I wonder if I just want him dead. Maybe." He closed his eyes, feeling calmer than his words implied. "Maybe I want to be the one to kill him."
He sighed and shuddered against his brother. "At any rate, I don't have the patience to hold out," concluded Nigredo. "I'll probably lose it one night." As he had for another.
The humming paused for a beat, an exhale sounding like a moan coming forth instead. Then he continued the song as if he hadn't stopped. "Maybe I want to be the one to kill him"... Was it? Mm, that sounded nice. Nicer as Albedo knew quite well how efficient a tool Nigredo could be in that manner. The Standards, that man... Nigredo had destroyed them all absolutely and perfectly, with none left in his wake. The boy shivered in delight. And what kind of face would Nigredo make, once he'd accomplished his heart's black yearning?
Again, Albedo nuzzled his face softly into Nigredo's stomach, fingers grasping his brother's leg. "Will you? Will you really?" Kill that one. Lose it entirely. Give into temptation and want. Albedo bit his lip, inhaling sharply as his eyes fluttered shut in delight. "...Can I watch?"
A thrum of pleasure passed between waveforms, and in his collapsed state, Nigredo lacked the capacity for selectivity. He, therefore, mistook the entirety of desires as all his own, accepting sensations as integral, as central to his being. "Will you really?" Kill his roommate from uncontrolled impulses. That one had already violated what was forbidden. He had invaded, had broken what was whole into parts and pieces. He had made Nigredo think less of his brothers--offered ends so casually as if by his hand alone, Nigredo would--
It was a bit simple, really. A little more than obvious to one who could read waveforms and their underlying currents. He wished to kill Sync, but by now, it came as a little more than necessity. He desired equal exchange, the snapping of bones and uncontrolled tears. To take what had been taken from him, to deal justice to one so deserved. Ah. It should have tipped him off, really. When he had crooned about his winnings over dinner, he should have known all he wanted for that one was to--
Die brokenly.
The boy was shaking before conscious thought took hold, overwhelmed by desire and repulsion alike. Rubedo would disapprove, he was sure. People wouldn't think too highly of a child enacting revenge on another, and his propriety would never recover from the blow. But Nigredo was tired of straining beneath another's thumb, and if murder would lay out his freedom, he would grasp it without hesitation.
His answer, therefore, was simple. Simple and nothing of the sort. {I would. I will.} He gasped on an inhale, exhaling on a repeat. Deaths of differing results, but-- {I'll let you, if you want.}
It was obvious to anyone with a mind for it what was going on, and Albedo was a different person he'd likely have backed up from their connection when he recognized. Albedo was but only himself, however, and he had no intention of leaving any distance between, even if his mindset was affecting another. He could obviously make it worse, but he didn't move to do so. In the end, Nigredo was affecting Albedo as much as the opposite, and even if he rationalized that Nigredo's desires might not be that strong, they were in this moment.
A hand palmed his brother's shirt higher, revealing a strip of skin at the waist. Albedo kissed there lovingly, ran a tongue lightly against skin. "You say such nice things..." was the murmur into flesh, the link revealing just how nice those things were to the elder. Emotions, for one, sharp and strong, and to Albedo, there had always been little distance between love and murder. {You should,} he gave, despite the pulse behind his eyes. {It's what you should do.} Opposite of what the other twin would attest. But Albedo was the one that was here. And he would happily prompt Nigredo to more murder, if only for his own enjoyment.
It was only selfish, and only selfless. Nigredo had been against Albedo's interference before, and if the younger was going to handle his own problems, Albedo supported it. But only if he was. So, yes, he would goad until it reached that end.
His brother echoed a phrase ill-used, but here it came for another, and not for himself. Blood to purify words? Murder to forgive the want of suicide? Albedo grasped Nigredo's hips, pressed his nose into bare skin. {I want to.} Nearly more than anything, and that, as well, was obvious.
Still, Albedo would speak it. He would intone perfectly, grace close to a wish long since dead. Nigredo was wrong, hm? What were the discrepencies, then, that Rubedo had placed? He suddenly wondered on the length and breadth of knowledge involved. The other wouldn't press certainty unless he had a foundation. Albedo wouldn't unless--
He had a secret. Without wanting, blood rushed past Nigredo's ears, filling canals with the buzz of insects. And still, the boy gave agreement. He gave audience to Albedo and his reveal, which proved to be a little less than expectations. A little more to affects. Older brother thought for the future, and contrary to what had been claimed in that solitary cell, that lonely place, he planned to live. Contrary to that near slip in the bloody hall, he planned for Nigredo's life. And Nigredo--
Began to cry. Again, without wanting, but the child found it closer to relief than a burden. He pressed eyelids shut as tears fell across his cheeks; they fell from his eyes to collect in pools at the base of his head, clear and light and another word he could never quite verbalize. This sensation was unfamiliar, touching foreign in his mind, but he could place the reason for its presence. Somehow, Nigredo responded. Gave without pause.
For this was not his sadness in the open.
"For an instant," he choked out, "I had thought you would die. Since solitary. Or you would take my life. Since last night." He breathed in and caught the scent of blood. "If you hadn't remembered. If you hadn't come back." If you had discovered the reason for my birth-- "It would be better to want to die than wait to be rejected. Rubedo, too." It would be better to assume the worst than hope. The phrases were broken, intermingled with sobs, but there it lay.
However. "But that doesn't matter if you say that. If you'll have me, I'll stay where I am." Where they were. {I never want to disappear. I would be happy to live if you say that.}
Because in that instance, in that span of a minute, Nigredo thought he had heard acceptance. And why would he ever think to die if someone wished to keep him for him?
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Nigredo wept. His brother cried and stammered out phrases, and Albedo only bore witness. This was a confession, and comforting, interrupting--would ruin that sanctity. This was a confession, Albedo thought, and all that was Nigredo became clear. His silent longing, his standoffish behavior. The opposite of Albedo. Albedo would cling in want, force himself onto another in fear of loss. And Nigredo.
Nigredo would let go. Back up and watch at a distance rather than face that risk of pain when a hand would let go. His little brother could not face the thought of that pain, and perhaps if Albedo wanted a source for that mentality, he need look no further than himself. For, surely, over the years, Albedo had been a good example of what pain was caused when one clung to another who would walk away.
And yet. Here. Here.
Here, Nigredo would move contrary to that. Here, he would promise commitment if Albedo only said the word. Nigredo would give himself to one that had, over a month ago, tried his utmost to kill him. Nigredo would give himself wholly to Albedo, who spoke devotion and affection to a child that had known nearly none. Nigredo would claim to never want to disappear, to remain, to stay, and Albedo would only exist in a continuous overwhelm. Nigredo was giving him what he desired. If he only accepted.
Albedo shifted again, slid his hands to either side of Nigredo's face and stared into his brother's eyes. "You won't be rejected," he said firmly. "You are wanted." Emotion skittered across Albedo's face. His voice dropped quieter. "I want you."
The boy kissed his brother's cheek. "I won't hurt you." The action repeated at a jawline. "I won't be killed." And at a chin. "I won't be reckless." At the corner of Nigredo's mouth. "I won't reject you." As light as butterfly wings, he graced his lips across his brother's. "I want you to stay."
{Nigredo.} Albedo tipped his head, pressed lips against like more firmly. {Stay with me.} I love you.
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The words offered spoke of confirmation--the affections, an admission. He recalled many and could not remember ever receiving such kindness from anyone. It was tragic, almost, the touch of lips. Kisses could easily fall to waste if Nigredo held so much as one irredeemable quality. He knew this. More than anything, he would always expect it. Fear it. To be hated. For any number of reasons.
Because he was weaker than Albedo. Was as fragile as glass and sand. He would always doubt, therefore, of brothers and their love. To protect them, he would kill faith.
Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. However.
His mind was slipping away, cracked against a fracture. Green eyes spiraled into a haze, overflowed with tears, and carefully, he reached to grab Albedo's shirt. {Then I'll stay. I'll stay with you.} So don't. {Don't reject me. Don't hate me. I will give you anything you want, if you will let me.}
The hand tightened. I love you. I love you.
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Wondered more how much Nigredo wanted this, if his mind couldn't handle the thought of it.
He pressed a light kiss to his brother then pulled back, stroking a hand through dark hair. "I said what I want," he murmured quietly. {I want you to remain as you are. I want you to stay with me, and live.}
Comfort was the strangest. It seemed near odd to offer it here, but it came as necessary. {Why would I reject you?} the boy sent affectionately, pressure at his temples. {I don't hate you at all.} His fingers maintained their path of petting through his brother's hair, and he kissed Nigredo's forehead softly. {I care about you. I do love you.}
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So Nigredo, as he was, had to change. Break and reform to accept the unknown. The kindest of these came in the form of comfort.
And his brother was beginning to understand its truth.
His arms moved. Without thinking, he wrapped them around the other boy, tight enough steady the flow of blood. {Then I'll live. As I am.} The only want he could give in the exchange. Perhaps, the most difficult want to uphold. {I won't leave you.} Nigredo made a whimper, sobs stifling under his tongue. His head sparked against the imposed limitations, and he knew tomorrow would enter as a migraine. The child, unfortunately, couldn't think of another method in speech. Touch and overwhelm rendered vocal chords useless, and Nigredo had much to convey.
Like thanks. Like gratitude. {I'm glad.} He choked on a cry. {I'm really glad.}
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Because Nigredo was glad. The link could not lie. "I'm glad, too," he said quietly. {I'm glad you're here.}
This came as a repeat, said before, but he didn't have the mind to place it. Instead focus shifted to a different point. He touched his forehead against Nigredo's to gain his attention. "Let's get off the floor, okay?" It couldn't be comfortable to be crushed under your brother. Despite the fact it was Albedo's fault. He held to the action. It was only but necessary at that point.
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And he could not understand how he had managed to cry again.
The child stared with wide eyes at Albedo, to the ceiling over his brother's shoulder, and then back. "Um." He forced a sharp inhale before relinquishing his hold in increments. Yes, they would do well to get themselves off the floor. "Okay. Yeah."
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Albedo detached himself carefully and backed off his brother, before standing and leaning down to pull Nigredo up with him. He brushed his brother off slightly, and went to pull him over to the bed. Partway there, he paused, looking at the desk. "Do you need that?" A murmured yes was given, and Albedo plucked it up and handed it over without delay. That done, he continued leading Nigredo the few feet to the bed. "Lay down, okay?" A child's please was infused in the tone. "Why'd you come to my room, anyway?"
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When Albedo asked for the reason for his presence, Nigredo almost answered wrongly, to remember at the last minute. Why would he be here? He had come here for a specific reason than anything natural, right? Right. "I, uh," he started, staring at Albedo with some reservation, "I didn't want to stay in my room with, uh, him in there so... I'm sorry if I disturbed you." He swallowed audibly.
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"You didn't disturb me," came the first point. "I want you by me. Come whenever you like. Think of this room as yours, too." Though here came the second point, carefully said to sound as casual as the first. "Is he giving you trouble?"
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Then.
His mind tilted too far at the question, and the child recalled an older boy with the selfsame eyes. The wrongs he had committed. How the surface skins they wore were near indistinguishable to the naked eye. The temptation for murder flared within Nigredo, and without a whole mind, it was apparent to any and all. "Not lately," he muttered, frozen in his impulse. "But he should still die."
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Something that held fast despite the changes in mind.
Albedo hummed quietly in apparent serenity as he moved to trail a hand along Nigredo's thigh. There was hatred present, a clear hatred in the way of a longing for another's death. No messy wantings, no conflicted resolutions desired. Only a death, clear and simple. "Nigredo..." Albedo said lightly, pleasantly. An edge of adoration underneath. "Do you want him dead?
"I'll kill him for you, if you like."
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Would he grant Albedo that chance?
"I wonder," he murmured. "I wonder if I just want him dead. Maybe." He closed his eyes, feeling calmer than his words implied. "Maybe I want to be the one to kill him."
He sighed and shuddered against his brother. "At any rate, I don't have the patience to hold out," concluded Nigredo. "I'll probably lose it one night." As he had for another.
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Again, Albedo nuzzled his face softly into Nigredo's stomach, fingers grasping his brother's leg. "Will you? Will you really?" Kill that one. Lose it entirely. Give into temptation and want. Albedo bit his lip, inhaling sharply as his eyes fluttered shut in delight. "...Can I watch?"
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It was a bit simple, really. A little more than obvious to one who could read waveforms and their underlying currents. He wished to kill Sync, but by now, it came as a little more than necessity. He desired equal exchange, the snapping of bones and uncontrolled tears. To take what had been taken from him, to deal justice to one so deserved. Ah. It should have tipped him off, really. When he had crooned about his winnings over dinner, he should have known all he wanted for that one was to--
Die brokenly.
The boy was shaking before conscious thought took hold, overwhelmed by desire and repulsion alike. Rubedo would disapprove, he was sure. People wouldn't think too highly of a child enacting revenge on another, and his propriety would never recover from the blow. But Nigredo was tired of straining beneath another's thumb, and if murder would lay out his freedom, he would grasp it without hesitation.
His answer, therefore, was simple. Simple and nothing of the sort. {I would. I will.} He gasped on an inhale, exhaling on a repeat. Deaths of differing results, but-- {I'll let you, if you want.}
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A hand palmed his brother's shirt higher, revealing a strip of skin at the waist. Albedo kissed there lovingly, ran a tongue lightly against skin. "You say such nice things..." was the murmur into flesh, the link revealing just how nice those things were to the elder. Emotions, for one, sharp and strong, and to Albedo, there had always been little distance between love and murder. {You should,} he gave, despite the pulse behind his eyes. {It's what you should do.} Opposite of what the other twin would attest. But Albedo was the one that was here. And he would happily prompt Nigredo to more murder, if only for his own enjoyment.
It was only selfish, and only selfless. Nigredo had been against Albedo's interference before, and if the younger was going to handle his own problems, Albedo supported it. But only if he was. So, yes, he would goad until it reached that end.
His brother echoed a phrase ill-used, but here it came for another, and not for himself. Blood to purify words? Murder to forgive the want of suicide? Albedo grasped Nigredo's hips, pressed his nose into bare skin. {I want to.} Nearly more than anything, and that, as well, was obvious.
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