He stood in the living room of that one dark mansion. A shiver went through him. Those words... That attitude...
He had forgotten what was best to do.
His anger ran through him. Waves of his emotions.
He knew he shouldn't let them out. None. Simply stay quiet. Repeating to himself he bit his tongue and walked away from the person whom he was speaking with.
He felt he ruined everything. That all would be gone soon.
Taking his bag he stepped out of the mansion. He had decided he should go to his home. It wasn't worth staying and making a problem worse. For long minutes he kept walking.
He was reaching his limit. His eyes watered. His lungs started to fail him mid-way his path. Gulping he took a deep breath. He only needed to seem okay for a bit longer.
His brothers welcomed him when he arrived. He only smiled as a tear tried to escape his eyes.
The oldest simply sighed and let him be. All of them knew what he was going to do anyways. The tallest looked sad while the blonde followed the same action as the oldest.
He walked upstairs entered his room and began crying. He threw his bag onto his bed. And scanned his room to find his treasures.
Finding the most loved one of them all. He tried to laugh. The only thing that came out was a simple chuckle. Examining it silently he pouted. It wasn't as sharpened as he needed it to be. So he sharpened it and took care of it.
Removing his bandages he stared at his previous wound. "Justin... It's been...a while" He gave out a small smile and instantly sliced the blade into his wound. Deepening it. Blood dripped to the floor mixing with his own tears. As a few moans of pain echoed in the room.
He needed to let it all. All of it out. His meaning was nothing.
The pain of living wasn't pleasant at the moment.
He stopped and lowered his precious knife. He smiled and laughed at the pain he felt. All so refreshing.
He covered his wound and saw the bandages get dirty with the blood. He smiled once more... feeling slightly better.
Inside the mansion he used to be in there was a taller young man. Sighing and tired.
It didn't help that his own brothers were such a bother.
He thought once again. Tried to relax. He knew his loved one was mad. But so was he. Taking a deep breath he went to the kitchen and made some of his tea.
With a sip his anger ceased. He knew the argument was quite stupid. But he had forgotten how much the other one wanted his way. It was dumb, yes. Manipulative too.
Surely his loved one had to understand what a no was. Or what a change of mind was. He had been human before... So why would he get mad?
It wasn't so complicated to understand either. And he knew that. After all he seemed to be the only one who could understand the hidden ways of his Azul.
He would just have to wait to hug him later and show him his affection. But for now... He would take a small nap. The day was long and he wasn't sure when he would come back.