unsolicited lies.

@faultcoded

> **[SEND “YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION.](https://aryvesboy.tumblr.com/post/169686297664/send-you-could-have-been-killed-for-my-muses)****ALAN KNOWS THAT RAGE THAT SWEEPS HIS BROTHER’S BONES.** He’s seen it many a times at this point but hardly ever directed at him. ( Even if the same could be said for this situation. ) He had always been the exception and Alan knew the few times he’d used it against him in favor of the common good. But while his boils in anger, its only empathy that simmers in the redhead’s chest. His eyes bright as he approached him, head tilted back slightly so he could look his furious taller younger brother in the eye. His touch could set him off – Alan knows this. But he was right, he could have died. They could have lost each other. >> **A FUTURE HE’S NOT SURE HE’D PREPARED HIM FOR.** A fault on his part he’s sure.  Nonetheless, his grip finds the back of Nick’s neck, tugging him lower; pressing him temple to shoulder and ear to his neck. Locking him in place with a grip he hoped could hold down a storm, anchor him to a pair of human feet planted on the ground and nothing more. There wouldn’t be words enough to satisfy that uncertainty or the inevitability he knew had arisen with this. The future where the alternative might be the truth.          “ I know. I’m sorry. But I’m here. I promise I won’t leave you. “> **@ryves**

> [**SEND “YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION.**](https://aryvesboy.tumblr.com/post/169686297664/send-you-could-have-been-killed-for-my-muses)**IT COMES UNEXPECTEDLY—THE SMILE ON HIS FACE** even after being so close to death so many times already before this. She comes unexpectedly along with it. Cynthia Davies still constantly surprising him and ruining his expectations with the unfathomable reality that was her. There by his side. He looks at his torn clothes, hand on his knees, squeezing the muscle as if that would alleviate the pain. His leg has long been beyond repair but he realized then he’d put too much strain on it now. There were still more to fight through. >> His glasses dip slightly, nearly falling off his nose entirely. A gentle push and he sets it back on his perch, red hair almost drowning in soot. The smell of burning grass and wood and other pungent things filling the air in between.         “ **COULD HAVE** being the operative phrase here. I’m still very much in one piece. “> **@faultcoded​**

3 pages in and still a cause of pain 

“ There’s more than this. “ He whispers, approaching him with even strides; bringing himself to stand close to the brink somehow and right beside him at the same time. Slowly his voice caries, gaining momentum and emotion he always weaves into his stories but bringing truth where there was only fiction. He tells him about what used to be bustling cities filled with life, caverns upon caverns filled with water turned to oceans, turned to seas, and landscapes he couldn’t paint with the brevity of the English language. His heart aching at the ruin of what their world have become while knowing these were parts of their world he couldn’t make him care about. 

HIS BLUE HUES REMAIN ON THE OTHER BOY now that the conversation had started. His book momentarily abandoned when he notices he might need the distraction more than Alan did. “ Yes. Something like that. “ He starts with a soft muted laugh, his smile kind and gentle, anticipating his response. “ Do you have any idea what that is? “ He asks, setting aside the book to slide the plate of fries between them; a silent invitation towards the other male as he took a sip of his drink.