AN: Some Stridercest before I go to bed. Though it may be innocent enough now, that won't stay for long and I'm hoping the next chapter will be up for you guys tomorrow :33
(sorrythisissoterrible)
A left, up, overhead cut to the ground, roll, parallel up, thrust, right, aim for his legs, block…
Chants like these vividly flashed in Dave's mind, his body reacting instinctively. Bro gave him a short-lived smirk as he thrashed his katana down on Dave's, leaping to the side and nicking his torso, drawing the slightest of blood. Red blazed brightly beneath the dark aviators as Dave side-stepped his brother, twisting his katana above his head shoving the end into Bro's shoulder. His wrist was clutched suddenly but a much stronger hand, and in the split-second Dave tried to work out what had lurched him back the power he was putting into propelling the katana into Bro was lost, and he fell to the ground.
"Come on, I think that's enough."
"Shotgun first shower." Dave groaned out to Bro, who had already disappeared off the roof. Dave looked up at the hot Texan sky sighing to himself and lurching himself of the ground and back into the small apartment.
The hot water poured down on him, drumming into his thoughts and soaking up all the toxins from his skin, and though the sound of Bro's shouts and lectures about how much hot water he was wasted lingered in the back of his mind, guilt eventually got the best of him and he reached for the metal leaver to turn of the water. Reaching for a towel, he stepped out of the porcelain floor and held his grip for only a second before his balanced toppled and he was flying to the cold bathroom floor.
Dave Strider awoke with a cold flannel on his forehead, and a sleeping boy next to him.
"Bro," He muttered, giving his shoulder a nudge.
"Mmm, whatdya want…" He was at a loss of his anime shades, and Dave managed to catch a glimpse of orange before his eyes were sealed shut once more. Dave sighed and nudged him again, slightly harder this time.
This time his eyes stayed open.
"Dave? You're awake?" Dave sat up suddenly, at a loss of any recollection of why he was lying in his brother's bed with a flannel on his head and spots on blood on the pillow. He was meet with a splitting ache that ran through his mind, and immediately lay back down again. Bro stared directly at him with a worried look, though said nothing and simply placed his arms around the younger brother and seemingly willed the pain to go away. At first Dave was somewhat shocked at the sudden sign of affection, but as he stared into the embers of Bro's eyes he felt rather comfortable and safe, lying there in his arms. Bro's eyebrows were knitted together subtly in a sign of protectiveness, and yet Dave knew that most would see such as emotion as invisible. The Striders were not ones to express their feelings at a large scale but to say they didn't feel them would be a lie. Dave inched forward, wanting to be closer to his brother. This boy who had looked after him all these years, had cared for him and taught him and showed him that as strong as you may be, you still needed love and support.
"I love you Bro."
Bro took his brother up in his arms and held him tighter, never wanting to let go. Dave was all he had in this world, and hell if he didn't love him too.
"Is your, your head alright?" Bro whispered. A nod was received from the younger as he snuggled in close to Bro's chest, sucking in his scent. Wet lips touched the head of Dave, and as if a sleeping drug had been injected into him through it he was asleep in minutes.