A Perfectly Insane Solution to His Life Problems

[needsnosanity]

Who: Vincent and Gilbert Nightray; [needsnosanity ] and [gunnedraven ]
What: The Distortion finally gets to Vincent and he attempts to relieve himself of his stigma once and for all... by force.
When: August 27th, evening
Where: Vincent's room

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[gunnedraven]

This place. These last few weeks

[needsnosanity]

Red and gold were slow to focus on him. The sound of his hurried footsteps rang in Vincent's ears. But the voice - his voice - rang out loud and clear. Vincent could never mistake the sound of his brother's voice. But in the moment it took him to turn his head, and focus his eyes on the dark figure, he wasn't entirely sure if it was his brother, or an illusion brought on by the massive flooding of memories

[gunnedraven]

Seeing that sort of sad, sick smile on his brother's lips when he looked up at him only made it worse, along with his gaze catching sight of the red scratches around his brother's right eye. So he really had tried. A look of guilt and mixed sadness crossed Gilbert's face in that next moment when he heard Vincent speak to him, now standing just a tiny bit in front of his brother where he sat on the bed

[needsnosanity]

Oh he could see something was wrong with his brother. There was a deep sense of sorrow in his voice, and his expression was one of guilt and sadness so strong that even Vincent could not miss it nor mistake it for something else. It was painfully clear, and yet Vincent could not understand why his brother looked so upset. Shouldn't he be happy? This wasn't the same young man who didn't remember anything. This was the Gilbert who had been there with him and had lived and suffered through each and every painful day - who had sacrificed himself time and time again for his brother, only to be hurt time and time again without reward. The very same Gilbert who had found great happiness and then lost it all because of Vincent. Vincent destroyed everything. He was a walking disaster waiting to happen

[gunnedraven]

Instinctively, Gilbert couldn't help but tense that very slight bit when his brother's hand came down to rest against the side of his face like that, though he didn't shy away from it for the time being. It almost felt...necessary at this point in time and he didn't want to think more on why

[needsnosanity]

No. For once, Vincent wasn't lying. What could be wrong with wanting to get rid of this wretched thing? It had plagued him long enough. And it caused Gilbert more than enough suffering as well. If he could stop bad things, such as what had happened to them time and time again in the past, from happening to them again, he didn't care what he had to do, he'd do it with a smile on his face. No amount of pain was too great a price for him to pay if it made his demons go away and stop tormenting him and everyone he loved, even if that was only one or two people. And then of course, Gilbert said it as well. Finally, Gilbert admitted to him that he remembered his past now. The talk that Vincent had feared might come sooner than he expected. But he couldn't be afraid anymore. The thing that frightened him most might now be the one thing that could bring them close together again

[gunnedraven]

Such a thing was a little awkward to talk about but he knew it had to be said for both their sakes. So that was why he listened patiently to his brother's words, despite a few of them made him almost dizzy when he thought about them. Though it didn't matter. Vincent doing all of this over these years, merely to protect him and to run from all these things that had happened and he hadn't even been in the slightest bit aware of it

[needsnosanity]

Vincent got lost in his brothers words. They hurt his head. Because none of it made sense, and it clashed with the ideas he'd always had in his head of the truth. But Gilbert was serious. His golden eyes shown with pain and concern, and it almost hurt just to see those eyes and hear that voice. It went against everything he'd decided; everything he'd believed for years - but he couldn't ignore his brother's words. It was almost hypnotic the effect those words had on him. Never had he imagined forgiveness. Never had he imagined his brother going so far to save him. This closeness... his brother really cared for him. It left a hard lump in his throat, as a hand came up to lightly touch his cheek under his right eye

[gunnedraven]

That caused Gilbert's expression to change from pained to angry in a heartbeat, the pain just behind his eyes. "No. It wasn't..." he hissed out, shaking his head several times as he felt his body tremble. Gilbert looked down and he drew in some slow breaths as his eyes became hidden. He finally moved to where he could sit next to his younger sibling so he wasn't before him, resting his head on the blonde's shoulder as he sighed heavily.

"...So just stop. I... you... it nearly killed me knowing you... almost did that, Vincent..." His voice was quiet and his fatigue from mental and physical exhaustion was more than a little evident in this instance. Everything hurt, he couldn't sleep and sometimes his own thoughts were enough to drive him mad but he barely came back from them with his thoughts on Oz and his brother on some level now that he knew everything of their childhood.

So to know this.. and what had almost happened... again. Almost scared him more than he'd admit.

[needsnosanity]

His brother's anger silenced him quickly. Vincent's eyes were frozen in place, but he could feel each of Gilbert's footsteps and motions as he moved from the space in front of him, to the spot beside him. Instinctively, his body tensed at the closeness he hadn't initiated, but he quickly eased up again, realizing that it was his brother, and no one else, that was there next to him - his brother whom he could trust with his life or any secret. It was his brother, who needed him now; needed him to pull it together. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Gilbert. It was only a matter of whether he could or not. He would surely try though

[gunnedraven]

Only a small moment lingered before he exhaled a sigh and closed his eyes shortly, aware of his younger brother's gaze on him entirely. "...A little. Just... don't do it again. I don't want to go through this again later.." There was a soft tone of mild anger and worry that lined his voice.

Gilbert wanted things to change, too. Though he knew damn well that it was not so easy.

A comfortable silence fell over the room for a few minutes before he re-opened his eyes, knowing he had to before he fell asleep. When he slept, he was reminded of the horrid things that plagued his thoughts; the things he didn't want to worry about and left him feeling sick, angry and even hurt. Memories were among those things as well and being at this place had amplified them enough to leave it to why he had not been sleeping well at all.

He'd avoid it if he could but sometimes it was rather inevitable on most times. Though this with all the other things on his mind were things he'd never admit to openly despite the stress it slowly put onto his mental

[needsnosanity]

Things were slowly clearing up. Slowly, the haze started to dissipate. His mind, which had been clouded with thoughts of insanity, was beginning to come back down to the realm of reality. As this happened, his eyes, which had been focused on Gilbert, began to notice the things he normally would have noticed at first glance: his brother's tired appearance, the dark circles beginning to form under his eyes, the tension and the pressure, the sickness, the pain, and the paranoia. His eyebrow scrunched together softly as a soft frown set in. Turning slightly, he put his arms around Gilbert, tugging at him until the older was leaning back, head against his chest and his hands came up to lightly brush the dark hair away, and cradle Gilbert's head to his chest. Vincent leaned back slightly, his back against the headboard of the bed. It was surprisingly comfortable

[gunnedraven]

The movement was what first fully got his attention, golden eyes blinking a little when he then realized he was now in a position where his head was against his brother's chest. When..? Gilbert hesitated when he heard those words that were spoken, making him frown a bit as he looked away from the younger Nightray a second later. This was something he really hadn't wanted pulled to attention and by his brother of all people and yet here he was and it was unavoidable by now.

"...I know. That's not my fault."

With that, he moved to try and pull himself away from his brother, ignoring his body's protests as it had been at least semi-comfortable where his brother had put him. "You don't need to worry about it, Vincent." he stated it simply, frowning shortly as he glanced away from Vincent as he'd likely see more of that tiredness written so clearly on his face.

[needsnosanity]

His brother's senses were already greatly dulled. He could tell that Gilbert was struggling. Even so, he held Gilbert firmly, despite his attempts to break away. "I never said it was anyone's fault." Vincent said simply, closing his eyes for a moment. He truly didn't want to go against his brother's wishes, especially so soon after having upset the dark-haired man, however, this was for his health. Vincent couldn't always go easy on him. Sometimes he had to put his foot down as well. And he knew how to pick his battles. This was something he could quite easily win. And Gilbert would have little reason to be angry at him over it after he'd had a good night's rest. "Even so, what would possess you to do this to yourself?" He lightly strokes his older brother's hair, trying to calm him, and ease his anxiety

[gunnedraven]

Lips parted and he nearly snapped something at his brother on how this was not his choice to do this to himself and was something he'd been struggling with on his own. Not by choice. Yet the words all died on his tongue when he saw the other's face from a glance. That.. concerned look on his face stopped him short and he couldn't bring himself to argue with Vincent when he wore a face like that

[needsnosanity]

There really was no winning with Gilbert once he had his mind set on these things. Shaking his head softly, he did not let go, his hands firm, and his mind also set. Gilbert was his beloved brother. And as such, he would do anything for him - even go against Gilbert's own wishes. "...I see. Then you leave me no choice."

At the foot of the bed, the closed-eyed rat appeared, tail twitching slowly in broad motions. It's head turned towards Gilbert slowly, nose twitching slightly. It had no true expression, and yet, there was something about the rat that seemed to show just how enthusiastic it was to be of some assistance with Gilbert's "problem". Vincent's eyes drifted to the large rat, and he smiled gently. "I want to help you... I can't allow you to continue harming yourself like this."