Be Dave ===
It is so unbelievably hard to be Dave right now, and only you realize this.
That's because you're Dave, and only Dave truly understands Dave. Well, you like to think of it that way. You know that's not true of course. You know Rose understands. Rose understands everyone because she can fucking read minds. Her and her psychoanalysis bullshit. You're so sick of it. So fucking sick. You're sick of Rose in general. You're sick or hearing her practice her violin all day, you're sick of the way she never breaks eye contact with you while you're talking, you're sick of the way she pushes her nails into her palms when shes frustrated and you're sick of the way she swings her slender hips while she walks. Its the little things that get to you, and you're just so sick. You think shes beginning to notice that you've been acting strange around her, because she makes more of an effort to be around you at all times, which you realize, isn't all that different, because you are twins after all. I mean you even shared a bed until you were 13. You finally asked your bro to give you the guest room for yourself once you hit puberty and couldn't quite keep things "under control" for lack of a better phrase. You honestly couldn't help it. She's just too much. Even now as you're laying in your room you can feel yourself warm up at the thought of her. The way her long elegant fingers clasp yours when she looks into your red eyes, and the way her lips always have a slight smile on them and how her violet eyes seem to drown you when you look into them. Those eyes could drive a man mad, and you know its wrong. Its so fucking wrong. Shes your sister. Their will never be anyone in this world that could take away the bond you share, and you cling to this thought. But you love her so much. So much, and it hurts that you'll never be to her what she is to can hear her violin wafting through the hallways, lulling you to sleep. Shes just so perfect. So…fucking…perfect...
You wake up to the sound of the door opening and then closing quietly. Rose. You know it's her because bro doesn't give two shits if hes waking you or not. You look over at the alarm clock sitting on your desk. 3:17 AM. You hear her speak and it takes you a minute to register the words because you're so caught up in the sound of her voice washing over you. "…Dave? Are you still asleep?"
Her voice is barely a whisper. You sit up on your elbows trying to shake off the sleep.
"Yeah I'm awake, whats up?" Your voice is shaky and unsteady. Its still a shock to see her in the moonlight, even after sharing a bed for so long.
"I just…I had a vision and… can I sleep with you tonight?" Shes standing closer to you now. She talks so softly, yet there's some force in her voice. She knows you'll let her in. You'll always let her in. That's what brothers do. Brothers are there to protect. Brothers are there to be strong. Brothers are there to make sure their little sisters are safe. You look up at her, so small, so beautiful and you think to yourself "I'd do anything to make sure she's safe".
"Yeah sure get in." you say as you lift you blanket up. She crawls in and rests her head on your chest. You look up at the ceiling, and you see the ceiling fan spin. You hear the sounds of Roses sleep. You feel the rising and falling of her chest on you. It's so much for you. You're squeezed into this tiny twin sized bed you can feel her every movement. You can feel the shudders of her visions running through her mind.
"She'll never be yours, and you'll never be hers. Treasure this, Dave." you think to yourself. You pull her tighter, and listen to the sound of her breathing. You sigh deeply and let yourself rest, because fuck you're so exhausted.
You wake up in the morning and check the clock sitting on your desk. 11:25 AM. You sit up and look around you room. Your plain white walls are almost entirely covered in posters from movies, or comics you like to draw in your free time. One wall is painted entirely by Rose, who said this was her house warming gift, even though you just moved down the hallway. She spent about 4 months painting and painting. Sometimes you would wake up to see her paining your wall in the middle of the night. You found out it was best to just leave her alone and let her work. The entire wall depicts scenes from what you think is Roses stand up and walk over to it. Half of it red and has clocks and gears and lava everywhere. You can almost feel the heat emerging from it. It reminds you of someplace you've forgotten. It's your favorite half of the wall. It's such a strange feeling to be nostalgic for a place that isn't even real.
The other half reminds you of Disney princesses. It's all pink and blue and yellow, and doesn't match your side of the wall at all. The sky is perfect blue yet there is rain coming down, and the water surrounding the yellow island is purple and its so calm and beautiful. Its screams Rose. You go over to it and can almost feel the rain coming down on your face. Rose comes into your room every now and again to add more onto the wall, saying she had another vision. You honestly don't mind her coming in. You love watching her work. Her head bobs up and down and you get to see her wipe her hands on her shirt, neglecting the fact that shes ruining them.
You turn around to sit back down on the bed and catch yourself in the mirror hanging on the back of your closet door. You stand at about 5'9 (well 5'9 since you got measured last) and are skinny, but its clear to see you're toned from years of strifing with bro. You skin and hair match Rose's almost perfectly. Platinum blonde hair, and silky white skin.
The only real difference between you and rose is your eyes. You have eyes the color of blood, which you almost always with your shades, and Rose has violent purple eyes, that if you aren't careful, you'll get lost in. It used to bother you that Rose didn't try and hide her eyes. All the other kids would pick on her and call her a freak or and alien, but it never seemed to bother her. "Kids will be kids, Dave." She'd always say.
"But Rose, you're a kid."
"Dave, please."
You'd always try and protect her from the bullies. They were just jealous of how beautiful she was. That's what you always told yourself. They were just jealous.
Yet, when you would come over to her with a bloody nose or a scraped elbow she would always take care you you. It was like she was protecting you. You look down at your right arm, and see the scar. Right below your elbow, the scar is the only flaw on your skin.
And it will always be a constant reminder of how far you'll go to protect her.
Back in elementary school, when you and Rose were still the same height, a kid named Grant would always pick you for your eyes. "What are you, aliens? Ha? Freaks!" He would always get the other kids to laugh at them and call them names. Rose held her head high and never gave them the satisfaction of knowing they got to her. But you did. You would always yelled at them to be quiet, and to leave Rose alone. She couldn't help the color of her eyes, what gave them the right to pick on her?
Grant didn't like that you always stood up for rose. He didn't understand that they couldn't be considered outcasts if they had each other.
One day, after a particularly malicious comment, Grant walked over to rose and snatched the book out of her hand. You don't think you've ever been that mad in your entire life. You walked over to Grant and looked up at him, who at this point had quite a few inches on you, and snatched the book out of his hands, and tossed it back to Rose. Rose sat there frozen looking at you with those violent eyes, and all of a sudden you couldn't help yourself. You didn't know where is came from, but you punched Grant so heard a crack. You weren't sure whether or not it was your hand breaking, or his eye socket being fractured, which you now realize that both of those things were the case. Bro has taught you how to flash step during strifes, and you still look back and think this is what saved you from greater bodily harm. He only got one swing at you, and while it didn't do much to harm you, it knocked you to the ground. You got off with a scraped elbow elbow, but that was nothing compared to grant. He was in such bad condition, the teachers had to pull him out of school for a few months. While Dave WAS suspended for 3 months, noone ever bullied Rose again.
You get pulled out of the memory by the sound of water running. You look over to your bathroom and see steam pouring out the bottom of the bathroom door. You turn to sit on you bed and you hear a soft "Dave." come from the bathroom. You walk over and open up the door, looking at the floor, to avoid seeing anything that shouldn't of been seen. "Yeah, whats up?" you say softly. "Dave, could you go get me some clothes from my room? I'm going to shower in here today."
"Yeah, sure. I'll be right back."
You turn to leave and hear her sigh and you turn your head. Shes standing at the sink with her hands on the counter, looking down at the floor. She's naked, and you have a sudden urge to touch her. Not in a sexual way, just run your hands over her back, and rest your hands on her hips, and bury your face in her her. You think about how perfectly she fits into you, her only standing at 5'4. She always wears black heels in order to stand at the same eye level a you, but you think shes the most beautiful when shes so bare and raw. You turn before you shes you staring and exit the bathroom.
You turn out of your room down the hallway. You skip past the laundry room and shudder as you pass your bros smuppet studio. You arrive at Roses room. You don't come in here as much anymore. She always comes to you, never vice versa. You open the door and see shes added more onto her walls. Her walls are completely covered in her paintings, though depicting two more scenes than yours. One wall of her room is a larger version of the red heated place, and another wall is a larger version of the blue and yellow rain place. These walls are more elaborate and make you think of what your room would look like if you had given her free range to paint your entire room. The other two walls are unfamiliar to you, and you don't understand their meaning to Rose, though probably another one of her visions. The wall that her closet is on is painted blue and turquoise with gray all around it, like clouds. The scene very dark, but it somehow glows. It looks like turquoise lights are illuminating it, and at closer look it seems like their are little yellow salamanders. Hm. Those are new. You walk over to it and you can feel almost the wind come out of it. The only wall left is the purple and green one. This is probably your least favorite wall. Just looking at it makes you feel cold. It looks like their is a volcano covered in snow and ice. You walk over to it and feel the chill emerging from it. There are frogs hidden in the scene everywhere, which is strange because frogs shouldn't be able to survive in cold weather. Sometimes you try and counts them, but they always seem to move.
Honestly you have no idea how Rose is able to entice such emotion from paintings. She's probably the new Davinci or some shit. Walking over to the wind wall, you open up her closet and look for some clothes she can wear. You grab her a black t-shirt and some shorts. You turn and leave the closet, and walk over to her dresser, which is on your red wall. you open up the first drawer and close your eyes. You quickly grab her some underwear and try not to feel to weird about the fact that rose has worn these.
"Oh god Rose has been in these...oh god."
You shake the thought out of your head so hard it wakes up Rose's cats, John and Jade, who were sleeping peacefully on her bed.
"wroooowr" The cat with the blue eyes looks up at you. "Yeah yeah John, it's fine i'm leaving." The other cat wakes up and walks over to you. You pet its head and listen to it purr. "Alright Jade, alright. Rose will be here soon. I have to leave." Jades big green eyes look up at you as you walk towards the door. You turn around and see the cats settling down again. "Weird ass cats." you mumble to yourself as you shut the door to Rose's bedroom.
You walk down the hall toward your room and turn the handle to your door. "Ah ah ah little man. It's strife time." you hear behind you.
You turn to see your douche bag older brother looming over you and you sigh deeply.
"Not right now, Bro. I'm busy." You say as you turn to enter your room, but he snatches the clothes out of your hands.
"Why do you have Rose's clothes you little perv? Gonna go jack off to her panties?" He says as he holds up Rose's underwear.
Oh god you grabbed the lacy black ones. Jegus fuck. Why did it have to be the lacy black ones? You can't deal with this shit right now. You grab the panties and flashstep into your room before bro can taunt you further.
You look down at the underwear and think to yourself "Jegus christ, why did I only grab the underwear? And why does it have to be these?" You turn the underwear over in your hands and look at the lace, and imagine how Rose's pale skin would look through the black lace. Oh godm you can almost see it...
No. NO. That's your sister and that's disgusting.
You shake your head as you walk towards the bathroom.
You knock on the door and say "Uh.. Rose? I got your clothes... Kinda." You only say loud enough for her to hear over the water, and you can hear hear her say "Bring them in please."
You open up the door and set the underwear down on the sink and turn to leave. You turn and sit down on your bed and fuck around one your phone until you hear the water turn off. A few minutes later Rose emerges from the shower.
She has no modesty around you, and this is apparent when she only wearing the black underwear. Her breast are gleaming in the afternoon sun.
She has large breasts for a tiny girl, which just makes her even more beautiful, but you turn away while she enters your closet and grabs one of your t shirts. She emerges wearing one of your SBAHJ t-shirt and she sits on your bed. Her long slender legs seem to go on for miles, and she looks so elegant, even in one of your trashy t-shirts. Shes not wearing any makeup or her head band and you think this is when she is the most beautiful.
All of a sudden the same feelings from the night before emerge. The want, the lust, and the fact that she's so perfect and the fact that you'll have to give her up to someone, someday, just about kills you. You're getting deeper and deeper into the thought when her voice wakes you.
"Dave, our birthday is coming up, and I would like to know what material possession you would enjoy." a slight smile dances on her lips and you can tell shes joking.
You look on your phone and realize their birthday is in two days. When did December first get here?
"Oh I dunno Rosie, how bout a kiss for the birthday boy?" You say this completely joking and you turn to look away from her. When you try to look back you're stopped by her lips on yours and you don't move or breathe. You know she knows you were joking. Then why is she doing this? You feel her move to sit on you lap, never breaking the kiss. she's now straddling your hips and clenching you hair. You feel yourself fall deeper and deeper into the kiss and let your hands roam up her shirt. You hear Rose moan as you reach her nipples.
You're brought back to the earth by her pulling away and looking into your eyes. "Happy early birthday, Dave." She says while she grasps your face. You look into her violet eyes and you realize your shades have been knocked off. She kisses your forehead and gets up to leave your room. When she gets to the door you call out her name. She turns to look at you, hand still on the door frame, and you ask "What...what was...?" She gives you a smile and says "An early birthday present." and turns to leave. You watch her hips sway as she leaves your room.
Your name is Dave Strider and you are officially fucked.