This story i wrote about two of my friends that are twins....i had to. the tuna told me i had to.
It hurt. His heart hurt horribly, almost like she’d literally ripped his beating heart from his chest. He had loved her, he really had. A few secret tears slipped down his cheeks he wrapped his arms around himself in a futile attempt to keep some form of control, but it wasn’t long till the flood gates broke and break they did, Iain gave a single heart wrenching sob before losing all control. He didn’t care how loud he was being, he didn’t care who heard. He was hurting deep inside and he needed to show it, to get rid of it, to express it, to thrust his emotions out into the world to make them known. His sobs finally got the best of him as they shook him violently, mirroring the whirling thoughts that flashed unbidden to the once safe sanctuary of his head. A few muffled mewls made it past his lips, cries, pleas for the pain to stop or at lest to ease it, and if nothing more, make it bearable.
He never noticed when his twin brother came in, until a strong arm was wrapped around his shoulders and his back was being rubbed in a soothing circular motion.
“It’s alright Iain.” This and other soothing and sweet words were whispered softly into his ear like a velvet melody; soft; comforting; and reassuring. Iain turned his head and buried his tear stained face against the warm, hard muscle of his brother’s chest, breathing in the familiar spicy-pine like scent helped to calm his nerves some, he wrapped his arms around Alisdair, clinging to him like he’d be swept away or dissipate if he didn’t hold on to some thing. He needed his twin almost desperately right now, he needed the only constant in his life, he needed it more so than he’d ever felt before, and for a few fleeting moments his need almost overlapped the pain. He had the over whelming urge to mold as close to his twin as much as physically possible, the want to combine their very beings, no the need. He knew such would never be possible, but he had to try or else he was going to fall apart, he knew it with a scary kind of certainty. So he clung to his brother, clinging so tightly his muscles started to ache in protest, but Iain stayed like that for nearly an hour letting his sobs fade until only muffled apologies remained, still Alisdair continued to murmur sweet words of comfort into his ears.
At last Iain pulled away, and Alisdair saw the state his brother was in because of that bitch, leaving him for another man, the whore. If he ever found her, he knew one thing for certain he was going to slap a bitch.
Iain’s hair was wild from the hand continuously running through it and his face was red from crying. Just like his red rimmed eyes, accenting the gorgeously desperate and foolishly innocent blue eyes, his dark lashes were wet and shiny from tears. Alisdair looked down at the desperate face gazing up at him like he was hope itself,, his heart broke seeing his twin in such a state, without thinking, only feeling the need to make it all better, he gently cupped Iain’s face and lowered his head pressing his lips to his twin’s. the kiss wasn’t anything forceful nor was it passionate but it did speak a thousand words it spoke of love and bonds, of nights spent dreaming and wishing alone, of longing of hatred for the ones that had hurt them, of everything that was happening, like a lightning strike it was simple but powerful. Only a few moments passed when Alisdair pulled away and whispered a promise he decided to make for his brother’s sake and his own sake les they both break under the weight of life.
this is the short version, i'll post the rest whenever i get the chance of feel like it :)
He never noticed when his twin brother came in, until a strong arm was wrapped around his shoulders and his back was being rubbed in a soothing circular motion.
“It’s alright Iain.” This and other soothing and sweet words were whispered softly into his ear like a velvet melody; soft; comforting; and reassuring. Iain turned his head and buried his tear stained face against the warm, hard muscle of his brother’s chest, breathing in the familiar spicy-pine like scent helped to calm his nerves some, he wrapped his arms around Alisdair, clinging to him like he’d be swept away or dissipate if he didn’t hold on to some thing. He needed his twin almost desperately right now, he needed the only constant in his life, he needed it more so than he’d ever felt before, and for a few fleeting moments his need almost overlapped the pain. He had the over whelming urge to mold as close to his twin as much as physically possible, the want to combine their very beings, no the need. He knew such would never be possible, but he had to try or else he was going to fall apart, he knew it with a scary kind of certainty. So he clung to his brother, clinging so tightly his muscles started to ache in protest, but Iain stayed like that for nearly an hour letting his sobs fade until only muffled apologies remained, still Alisdair continued to murmur sweet words of comfort into his ears.
At last Iain pulled away, and Alisdair saw the state his brother was in because of that bitch, leaving him for another man, the whore. If he ever found her, he knew one thing for certain he was going to slap a bitch.
Iain’s hair was wild from the hand continuously running through it and his face was red from crying. Just like his red rimmed eyes, accenting the gorgeously desperate and foolishly innocent blue eyes, his dark lashes were wet and shiny from tears. Alisdair looked down at the desperate face gazing up at him like he was hope itself,, his heart broke seeing his twin in such a state, without thinking, only feeling the need to make it all better, he gently cupped Iain’s face and lowered his head pressing his lips to his twin’s. the kiss wasn’t anything forceful nor was it passionate but it did speak a thousand words it spoke of love and bonds, of nights spent dreaming and wishing alone, of longing of hatred for the ones that had hurt them, of everything that was happening, like a lightning strike it was simple but powerful. Only a few moments passed when Alisdair pulled away and whispered a promise he decided to make for his brother’s sake and his own sake les they both break under the weight of life.
this is the short version, i'll post the rest whenever i get the chance of feel like it :)