So, I was thinking and what do you know? Drabble sequel popped into my brain. This one's a bit longer at 128 words. I only intended to write Blood, but the little plot bunnies in my head didn't like that. So they forced me to write a sequel. This one's about starvation, though. I think I'll write a third sequel, but I don't know exactly how it'll go. These two just literally came to me out of no where.
Once again, this can be taken as close brotherly love or Elricest, depending on what you prefer. Well, I hope you like it!
WARNING: This drabble contains starvation! If that is a trigger for you, avoid reading this! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! In big bold letters!!
I know you watch me, older brother.
I can sense your presence each time I pull the knife across my skin. But don't think you're the only one who watches. I watch you, too. You think no one notices that you never seem to be hungry. I do. I've been watching you, brother, just as you watch me. I've watched you refuse meals, claiming to not be hungry. I had believed it was guilt for the fact that I was unable to eat. But I have my body now. I eat while you continue to starve yourself. But that's okay. One day I'll slip and one day your body won't be able to handle the hunger. We can finally rest in peace, brother. Just you and I.
Together.