SPOILER WARNING for the PH manga from chapter 52 to 59, and a bit from 61. Also there is death and decapitation in this, but not really written all that detailed, I don't think?
The witching hour was that hour of the night just before down when everything was at its quietest. Nothing moved or called out or did anything but stare out into the darkness and prayed to turn the earth and bring back the sun. Even the nightingales would not sing.
When Fai woke, the darkness and silence of a sleeping house was draped over his head like a thick blanket and he struggled for several heartbeats to find the reason for it. What could have- pain!
He and Yuui did everything together, even slept in the same bed nearly every night, so when the pain went gasping through him Fai dropped not so much to the mattress as directly onto his brother. It hurt! Like a burning brand, the mark on his chest, the one that he’d all but forgotten, that had been hidden all this time...
Yuui was confused, and alarmed, because it took him a moment to realize the pain wasn’t even his own.
It was Fai’s.
Which made the moment less confusing and more alarming with each labored breath. He pushed up to sitting even as his hands reached out for his brother’s too-light form sprawled over him, unconsciously untangling his feet with Vincent’s as he did so. “Fai? Fai! What--where--”
Strong hands pulled the slight form into Yuui’s lap, cerulean eyes wide as he tried to get a good look at his beloved twin in the dark, tried to get out a coherent question. “Fai? What’s wrong?!”
There was a slight disoriented feeling from the dream when Vincent woke up. He knew that he’d been dreaming about Elliot, but the perspective was all wrong; it wasn’t his own perspective on the events that had happened at all, but his brother’s. That was strange enough to Vincent, without waking up to the twins having some sort of crisis.
Thus, he was shaking his head and blinking when he pushed himself up to a sitting position, his eyes immediately turning to his friends.
“Fai?”
He shifted a little to get a better view, shook his head again. “Fai?”
“It hurts!” Fai was as tense as a bowstring, curled around himself despite Yuui’s attempts to get at the problem. He wasn’t thinking, just clutching at the mark in a panic, locked in the most primitive reaction; make it go away!
It didn’t go away, but it did change, a bell-tone crescendo rung right through his chest and Fai made a low unhappy groan. Why couldn’t it just stop! Why was this happening? Would it just keep getting worse and worse until he died?
“Yuui, help!” Fai gasped, reaching out, giving up and finally letting them see. He didn’t care how much trouble it got him in anymore, he just wanted the hurt to go away. Yuui could do it, surely. Yuui could do anything.
The witching hour was that hour of the night just before down when everything was at its quietest. Nothing moved or called out or did anything but stare out into the darkness and prayed to turn the earth and bring back the sun. Even the nightingales would not sing.
When Fai woke, the darkness and silence of a sleeping house was draped over his head like a thick blanket and he struggled for several heartbeats to find the reason for it. What could have- pain!
He and Yuui did everything together, even slept in the same bed nearly every night, so when the pain went gasping through him Fai dropped not so much to the mattress as directly onto his brother. It hurt! Like a burning brand, the mark on his chest, the one that he’d all but forgotten, that had been hidden all this time...
Yuui was...Yuui was going to be so angry.
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It was Fai’s.
Which made the moment less confusing and more alarming with each labored breath. He pushed up to sitting even as his hands reached out for his brother’s too-light form sprawled over him, unconsciously untangling his feet with Vincent’s as he did so. “Fai? Fai! What--where--”
Strong hands pulled the slight form into Yuui’s lap, cerulean eyes wide as he tried to get a good look at his beloved twin in the dark, tried to get out a coherent question. “Fai? What’s wrong?!”
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There was a slight disoriented feeling from the dream when Vincent woke up. He knew that he’d been dreaming about Elliot, but the perspective was all wrong; it wasn’t his own perspective on the events that had happened at all, but his brother’s. That was strange enough to Vincent, without waking up to the twins having some sort of crisis.
Thus, he was shaking his head and blinking when he pushed himself up to a sitting position, his eyes immediately turning to his friends.
“Fai?”
He shifted a little to get a better view, shook his head again. “Fai?”
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It didn’t go away, but it did change, a bell-tone crescendo rung right through his chest and Fai made a low unhappy groan. Why couldn’t it just stop! Why was this happening? Would it just keep getting worse and worse until he died?
“Yuui, help!” Fai gasped, reaching out, giving up and finally letting them see. He didn’t care how much trouble it got him in anymore, he just wanted the hurt to go away. Yuui could do it, surely. Yuui could do anything.
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