Abels life is a bag of suck
Who:Cain and Abel
Where: Gohl Apartments
When: NAO BITCHES (June 6th)
Rating: Eeehhhh PG-13
Summary: Cain learns he does some fucked up shit in the future. Cain has a mental breakdown. Abel hauls Cain back home. Commence emoing. IN STEREO.
the log: He'd never, ever meant to do this to him. He'd harmed Cain enough... too much over the course of time. He'd thrown him into hell, killed him... and now he'd broken him. He carried his limp brother back to Gohl, numb, deaf and blind to anyone around him as he cradled that unconscious form close to him.
Precious as he was to him. As he'd always be. As light as a child to him, he carried up through the door and up the stairs, so gentle, careful that he wouldn't harm him on the way up. Nudging the door open, he'd shut it the same way. He didn't need anyone passing by and seeing this...
And then, as best he could without jarring him, he'd set the unmoving form down on the bed, brushing aside the locks of blond hair to look down at his own mirrored face. Cain...
It could have been...
No. They could never go back to that, could they? They could never have been the way they were before. His hand slid softly off the side of Cains cheek, and Abel simply collapsed into a chair to bury his face in his hands. He was so tired. Tired in his body, tired in his soul. Even after getting him back, he still couldn't save him.
He couldn't save anyone.
Where: Gohl Apartments
When: NAO BITCHES (June 6th)
Rating: Eeehhhh PG-13
Summary: Cain learns he does some fucked up shit in the future. Cain has a mental breakdown. Abel hauls Cain back home. Commence emoing. IN STEREO.
the log: He'd never, ever meant to do this to him. He'd harmed Cain enough... too much over the course of time. He'd thrown him into hell, killed him... and now he'd broken him. He carried his limp brother back to Gohl, numb, deaf and blind to anyone around him as he cradled that unconscious form close to him.
Precious as he was to him. As he'd always be. As light as a child to him, he carried up through the door and up the stairs, so gentle, careful that he wouldn't harm him on the way up. Nudging the door open, he'd shut it the same way. He didn't need anyone passing by and seeing this...
And then, as best he could without jarring him, he'd set the unmoving form down on the bed, brushing aside the locks of blond hair to look down at his own mirrored face. Cain...
It could have been...
No. They could never go back to that, could they? They could never have been the way they were before. His hand slid softly off the side of Cains cheek, and Abel simply collapsed into a chair to bury his face in his hands. He was so tired. Tired in his body, tired in his soul. Even after getting him back, he still couldn't save him.
He couldn't save anyone.