Standard Disclaimers Apply.

So, I had a friend over this weekend, from my old town. We watched 'The Brother's Grimm'. And I luffed it. And she pointed out the fact that there could be something between the two Grimm brothers. I couldn't resist. (I'm going to hell...)

Oh, and just for the sake of complaining, I had an asthma attack on Sunday, while holding a glass bowl. Glass shatters, Kitsune Ryu bleeds, and can't find her inhaler. But I lived. So my hands are mutilated. (Gnaws off hands.)

So, now, instead of my usual 35 words a minute, I'm down to, like, 3 words... an hour.

"It must be a kiss of true love..." Cavaldi reminds me again, laying a hand on my shoulder. I glance down at Angelica, with her strong face, glistening lips, long lashes just touching her golden skin... She is beautiful and wild, untamed...

Cursed... Something deep inside me whispers.

"If not, it will be the kiss of death!" The Frenchman warns. I freeze, hovering inches above Angelica's seemingly dead body. True love? Is there even such a thing? We're all humans after all, nothing is truthful when it comes to us. Nothing perfect. Nothing. That's what Wilhelm always said, anyways...

I jerk up and trip over a stray tree root. Will!

"Will!" I cry out, scrambling up. "Where's Wilhelm?"

Cavaldi looks at me with a slightly sad look. "Jacob..."

I take off running, desperate to find my older brother. Around the tower, stumbling on downed rocks and debris, I find him, laying atop of the wood-cutter's dashed and mutilated body. I quickly roll him off of the old man, laying him against a small pile of rocks.

"Wilhelm... Will... Will..." I breathe out shakily, gripping his shoulders firmly. "Wake up Will, please, Will."

I sob sharply, trailing one hand over his closed eyes, down his neck, to hover over the dagger in his heart. I sob again. My brother, such like a sleeping beauty, with his love bound to a long dead evil queen... My hand wraps around the smooth top of the dagger, fingernails sliding under the cool metal, and I give a small yank. The dagger slides out sickeningly easy, and I turn my head away, willing down the urge to vomit.

I grasp his shoulders again, biting my bottom lip until I taste the warm copper of blood, and lean forward, barely hesitating as I press my lips against his. There is nothing more true than the love I hold for Wilhelm. Nothing more pure.

Dirty, vile, disgusting incestuous sinner, you are, Jacob Grimm. Dirty, dirty, dirty. You love your brother so much. Yet you are selfish enough to taint him, his perfect lips, with your dirty blood and vile urges. Shame on you. Shame...

I sit back up, breathing hard, and bury my head in my hands. Wilhelm doesn't move. Wilhelm is dead. Wilhelm is dead by my own hands.

"NnnnnnGgg..."

My heart stops for a split second before hammering wildly in my chest. I don't dare look up, for fear that I'm imagining it...

Then a real, warm, human hand delicately touches my ankle and I give a jerk. Wilhelm is staring up at me with that damned smug grin on his face, bright eyes dancing merrily.

"You were always such a romantic, Jake. Such an innocent romantic."

Well, that was a quick drabble. I might expand on it, I might not. All I know is that I really want me some coffee. Yepper doodle, I do I do.

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Holy shit, nearly a YEAR! O.o