AN: Based on the idea that they are reincarnations of Celtic Gods. Ewan is Nuada, Arago is Lugh, and Patchman is Balor. Also, Ewan can see auras.
Here's the thing.
Fate was a comedian. Irony was her strongest suit. Armed with all the knowledge in the world, of how Sreng cut off Nuada's right arm, of how his brother would always be awake at night to calm the crying Arago-even before the younger twin was waken up from his nightmare- and how there was always a hint of maturity, a wisdom beyond his years in Ewan's eyes.
And so the stage was set.
From a very young age-that night where their parents were killed, four minutes after Patchman left a long gash on him to be exact- Ewan realized that he was his brother's keeper. With Arago wailing for their lost loved ones, for Ewan to survive, oxygen began to run out from the older twin's lung as his arm bled. He slowly drifted to the world of unconsciousness. Not even Arago's boisterous yellings could wake him up now.
And another thing was, was that Fate was cruel. She told Ewan countless times. With memories not of his own playing in his dream, or with the phantom pain that She sometimes gave him (Except it wasn't a phantom pain was it? He still had his arm after all), or with him waking up late on the hospital bed, leaving Arago alone to attend their parents' funeral.
No one was there to tell Ewan what had happened. But even if someone was it didn't matter. Because either way Ewan would still scream and demand to know why they didn't wake him up. Why did they let Arago be alone when he shouldn't have been? And he would broke down, silently vowing to himself to never cry again. Not when his brother needed him to be strong.
When Arago visited him later that day, Ewan put up a farce. A smile. A calmness that hid the depth of the sea.
His twin was quiet, not looking at him in the eyes as if he was ashamed, as if he was the one at fault.
All Ewan wanted to do was to protect Arago the way Arago protected him, his trust, and his throne.
(But what throne? Ewan asked himself.)
(Whose people?)
They were given to the orphanage sometime later-after Arago was yelling for the cops to listen to him, to believe him, and it pained Ewan to have to hold him back- and Arago was always awake at rainy nights, when the sunray couldn't reach the earth.
His older brother would be awake too. Soothing him with words he imitated from their father, and gestures he learned from their mother.
The world was grey for them.
As he grew older, Ewan began to question his role.
He would always be Arago's brother, that was for sure. But the voices, the dreams that were someone's memories, and the faces not their own made him question his sanity.
But he promised himself he would be strong. And he would never break his own words.
(The colors he saw when taking off his glasses could be waved away as a product of his terrible eyesight.)
(Except they weren't. And Ewan was too smart to believe his own lies)