WE ARE BLACK SHEEP

[Whipster]

"THESE BIG CITY DREAMS ARE WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT"

Monroe wondered what it was like to know his parents before everything happened. Even before his mama and sister had been lost to the world, where they were carefree and sweet and untouchable. They were no more, his parents, lost to the young boy and leaving him stunted. How could he want the hollow, after losing what was most important to him?

So, today, Monroe would tell his older brother of the displeasure in the name of heir. The silver black frame boy held a confident air, chewing tight on his lip when he stepped in front of Adaza and forced him to pay attention. His eyes were intense orbs of dark blue, begging for the attention he wanted. “Keep the Hollow,” he said, a sense of urgency in his airy words. The tattooed son cleared his throat, feeling a release of pressure inside of his chest. A gone burden.

Monroe shifted in his skin, throwing a tiny grin on his face. “I want you to tell me about our sister.”

musical

[musical]

We're all alone
We're all bastards' sons
Been cast aside by the world above

It was hot and uncomfortable in the Hollow, like the air was expanding in absence of the King and Queen - the mother and father of this land, the mother and father of the two boys face to face in the middle of the forest. Adaza raised baby blue eyes to those of his brother, seeing him properly for the first time since their parents had first announced their departure. "This land holds nothing for us any more, its time for you to take your place amongst it." They said, as the tall painted man laid one hand of each of his sons' shoulders.

Adaza had wanted so bad to shrug off Deade's hand, to throw harsh words his way and storm off, but the knowledge of how alone he felt urged him to soak in this last touch and sight of his parents, and the young man was pretty sure Monroe felt the same way. And then they were gone, blown out of the Hollow with only a stale scent to remind anyone of their existence.

The words that escaped Monroe's lips did not surprise Adaza. The younger brother was too young to take on the responsibility of owning a land, but by the same token the tattooed boy didn't want to. He was no King, no leader, but for the time being it appeared he had to be, even if it was just for Monroe's sake. He nodded, accepting the boys statement, albeit with a heavy heart. It was clear how relieved Monroe was.

The next question however did surprise Adaza, but he dipped his head, wondering what it must be like to only know one sibling. "Ana was kind, wild, and she fell in love at a young age. She was my bestfriend, and still is, and always took care of me, especially when dad lost the Hollow that one year and we were wandering. I couldn't have asked for a better sister." Adaza smiled, glad that Monroe had bought up these fond memories. "I only hope I can do the same for you, brother."

Whipster and Monroe || <3

[Whipster]

"THESE BIG CITY DREAMS ARE WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT"

The tattooed son liked the way that light shone in every crease of their faces when they spoke of her, Ana, the once confident heir of their home. It had taken one small sentence from his mother when he was young to never ask questions. It was a sore topic for them, sometimes harder than others, but they still always smiled when her name passed between them. Monroe had been jealous, even, such a boisterous girl that surely he would, and did, love. His ears twitched as he watched Adaza, blue eyes panging in hurt. His older brother always tried his hardest, he knew that.

“I wouldn't expect otherwise,” the silver frame boy said softly. “Mother always told me that she rests here. With that boy, I think...” Monroe shifted his gaze downward. A question hung heavy in his chest; something he had always feared asking, if only because he believed it true. Ana had been strong, stronger than most by what he learned. And when she had lost the boy, she had lost her strength and muse to live. What a horrible way to die, wouldn't you think? The colt stepped forward and pressed his velvet kissers against his brothers forehead, a small token of affection. In his mind, he recited his mothers last comforting words; “you are all you have”.

The tattooed son stepped back and didn't match the others blue eyes again for quite some time. The question stung, even hurt. So finally, Monroe let his intense gaze rest just beyond Adaza's eyes. “Do you blame Liir?” Monroe did. He blamed the lover for taking something precious from them.

All at once his walls crumbled. The young boy lurched forward again, this time slowly. Sobs erupted from his mouth, eyes immediately watering but he kept himself as silent as the still night. The tattooed son wrapped himself underneath Adaza, keeping his cheek pressed against his heart, listening to it beat. “I blame him. For everything. Maybe mama and papa wouldn't have gone. They would've stayed...”

musical omg <3

[musical]

My heart can’t shake the feeling
They lied to us
So don’t bow down when you could be rising up

Adaza watched the boy struggle with a guilt that it seemed he couldn't shake, wishing that he could suck all of the grievances out and leave him positive. “Mother always told me that she rests here. With that boy, I think...” Monroe said, reaching out to place a kiss on his forehead. The newly appointed King blinked in realisation, knowing that after two years of the silver frame lad's life, that was the closest the brothers had been.

“Do you blame Liir?” He asked, and Adaza looked into the eyes of his brother. Did he blame the boy who captured his sisters' heart so completely? How could he, when he had made her so very happy even if it had been for a short time. It wasn't as if Liir was trying to kill Ana by killing himself. No, the Halloween-son had nothing but pure intentions (Adaza was naive enough to think that no-one could deceive using love). "No." The older brother said simply, a half smile gracing his mouth to make sure that the boy knew he didn't mean a harsh tone by it.

But Monroe was fumbling for a safety rope it seemed as he stumbled into the bay frame boys embrace. “I blame him. For everything. Maybe mama and papa wouldn't have gone. They would've stayed...” He placed his head over the younger boys back, trying his best to shelter him from the horrific world he had been so utterly caught up in. "Those feelings will pass, and you shouldn't dwell on them. Opinions are one thing, but blame is something else entirely - blame shouldn't be dealt out over everything, and Ana's tragedy was no-ones fault." Adaza wrapped his arms tighter around his little brother. "Mother and father were always going to leave, and I'm surprised it took them this long."

Whipster and Monroe | ewewew