The two of us
A man. A boy. A pair of black wings. A pair of white wings. Calm eyes. Angry eyes. Heavy hand. Trapped arm. Silent voice. Unsure voice.
"There's no need for fight, brother."
"What do you mean by that! You want to kill me, so why can't I have the will to kill you!"
"I don't want to kill you."
"Yes you do!"
Sigh. Heavier hand. A weak yelp.
"Let go of me!"
"Van, listen."
"No! Let go!"
Tears. Struggling. Shattered voice.
"Van."
"Let go of me!"
"Listen to me. That way you'll understand."
"No! Let go...! I don't... want... Let go..."
Settling down. Sobbing. Falling sword. Affectioned sigh.
"Van, brother. Please understand. Listen to me."
Another hand placed. An embrace. Struggling.
"Van. I don't want to kill you. I want to help you. The reason I'm here is that I want to tell you two things."
Deep, brotherly look. Tears. Tight mouth.
"First: I didn't die that day the dragon ripped off my arm. I fell in coma. But now I've awakened again."
Confused face.
"Second: I love you, brother. I love you as much as the day I left. I've loved you all the time. I just forgot what it feels like to love someone. I love you."
Tight clinch. Slender arms slowly placed on a bare back. Sobbing.
"Folken... I love you too, Folken... I love you so much... I didn't want to believe it was you... I loved you too much... I never told anyone. I never said I still loved you... Everyone thought I had forgot you... I could never forget... Folken, I love you... I love you..."
"Van..."
A man. A boy. A pair of black wings. A pair of white wings. Closed eyes. Moist eyes. A gentle hug. A wet chest. Soothing voice. Sorrowful voice.
Two warm, loving hearts.
A man. A boy. A pair of black wings. A pair of white wings. Calm eyes. Angry eyes. Heavy hand. Trapped arm. Silent voice. Unsure voice.
"There's no need for fight, brother."
"What do you mean by that! You want to kill me, so why can't I have the will to kill you!"
"I don't want to kill you."
"Yes you do!"
Sigh. Heavier hand. A weak yelp.
"Let go of me!"
"Van, listen."
"No! Let go!"
Tears. Struggling. Shattered voice.
"Van."
"Let go of me!"
"Listen to me. That way you'll understand."
"No! Let go...! I don't... want... Let go..."
Settling down. Sobbing. Falling sword. Affectioned sigh.
"Van, brother. Please understand. Listen to me."
Another hand placed. An embrace. Struggling.
"Van. I don't want to kill you. I want to help you. The reason I'm here is that I want to tell you two things."
Deep, brotherly look. Tears. Tight mouth.
"First: I didn't die that day the dragon ripped off my arm. I fell in coma. But now I've awakened again."
Confused face.
"Second: I love you, brother. I love you as much as the day I left. I've loved you all the time. I just forgot what it feels like to love someone. I love you."
Tight clinch. Slender arms slowly placed on a bare back. Sobbing.
"Folken... I love you too, Folken... I love you so much... I didn't want to believe it was you... I loved you too much... I never told anyone. I never said I still loved you... Everyone thought I had forgot you... I could never forget... Folken, I love you... I love you..."
"Van..."
A man. A boy. A pair of black wings. A pair of white wings. Closed eyes. Moist eyes. A gentle hug. A wet chest. Soothing voice. Sorrowful voice.
Two warm, loving hearts.