"Do you miss her?"
Silence. Tyki can feel the sweat cooling on his skin, his breath making fog appear hazily in the air. The figure beside him shifts, black hair pooling across the pillow. "And who's she, Tyki?"
"You know who I'm talking about, Cyril."
A chuckle. "I'm afraid I don't. It must be the wine, hmm? It makes you…drowsy." Fingers creep across the sheets, making their way up Tyki's stomach and running down, down, down. "Intoxicated," his brother breathes.
The younger makes a small noise at the back of his throat—he can't tell if it's pleased or discontented, to be honest. Still, he lets his brother continue on with his search of Tyki's body (though he's already seen all of it, so he doesn't quite know why he insists on exploring it as if he never has). "Don't change the subject."
"Then do tell me who you mean, brother. I dislike it when you don't tell me what you mean."
"Road."
A pause.
Then: "Why bring her up?"
Another pause.
"Tyki."
"Because I want to know. Can't I just want to know?"
"Of course, but Road is—"
Tyki listens as his brother stutters and stops, stumbling over his words. A rarity—usually Cyril is so eloquent and smooth, trickling words from between his lips like a poisonous brook. Take one sip and you're under his spell.
"Can we just go to sleep, Tyki?" Cyril finally says, retracting his hands and inclining his head down, hair proceeding to cover his face. "I'm a bit tired, you see. I'm sure you are too."
"Brother—"
"Tyki." A shaking, shuddering breath and Tyki watches, regret spilling into his conscious as he watches his brother almost shrink in front of his eyes. The elder reaches a hand up and passes it over his face. "Sleep. You'll need it."
He rolls over, and Tyki watches his brother slip away again.
The beginning to a piece that should have been a simple drabble. ._. What is wrong with me.
This is Tyki/Cyril, not Cyril/Tyki - at least to me. Emotionally, I think that Tyki trumps Cyril in that regard, but of course, that's just me. :D We all have different takes on characters.
Also, I am linking stuff I've done for the DGM kink meme in my writing journal. If you're interested, you can look there (though I don't recommend it, as it's really amateur work).
S - sorry if I sound kind of depressed, I'm just so tired, agh. _; Summer is supposed to relax you, not kill you slowly.