Size Doesn't Matter.

“I am sorry to hear it.” 

 This story did not bode well for what might have been her brother’s life for the last year. He had adored that small animal, she knew that, but to let it starve… Something had happened. He was shaken, and she detected some fear in every word.

“Do you wish to stay with me for now?”

          “Yeah, yes....please.” He wasn’t shaking, he was stronger than to let StarScreams death-

     Oh who was he trying to fucking fool? Those tiny little paws laid in soft fur, he’d trusted him. That tiny creature had trusted him with its life and he’d let it STARVE. One of the worst possible ways to go out. It was all his fault, he’d left it with Daken, HE’D apparently been stupid enough to fall under someone elses stupid mind control, he’d trapped that poor animal and betrayed it.

razein-hell:

     Daken pulled him close, and Raze did something rare, he put his head down and pressed his face to the other mans chest. His eyes, wide, unblinking, pupils twitching as he struggled through the mud of his thoughts. Fingers curled into what he knew was expensive fabric, and slowly, the younger uncurled them afraid of the wrinkles he might cause.

          “I don’t know.”

“Quentin doesn’t seem like the type of person who would erase a year from your memory. You must have gone somewhere after Quentin’s.” As much as he hated to admit it, he hated when Raze was vulnerable. It was so unlike him. Raze was stronger than that. “We’ll figure this out.”

     Erase his memory. Someone. Erased. His. Memory. Someone had been in his head, what else had they done? What else couldn’t he remember? Raze, his name was Raze- WHAT WAS HIS LAST NAME?!

     He was panicking, felt faint, could hear the blood rushing through his ears. He felt confined, trapped, but even then pushed closer to Daken. Afraid. Afraid. He was afraid.

It was a bit worrying that he all but ran into her arms at such a statement, but Laura stood there, wrapped her arms around him gently, and let the boy hold on to her. She could hear his heart beating wildly, smell something in the scent he gave off that meant he was somehow upset. The news about her brother’s pet came as a surprise, but she hoped it was only that the small animal had escaped, rather than something more torturous.

“…what happened to it?”

     He didn’t look at her, didn’t want to see her face. The feeling- this heavy weight in his chest. Fear. Deep rooted, like someone had grabbed him by his soul and shaken him till the veins in his flesh came loose and swollen. Every heartbeat was loud in the teenagers ears.

razein-hell

     He was wearing her jacket, the jacket she’d given him such a long time ago. There were holes in it, burns, messily sewn on patches….but it was hers. Her scent still linger on it heavily mixing in with the younger mutants own.

          “You gonna stab me?”

“Only if I have to.” 

She couldn’t help but have a soft spot for him, even if he had dsiappeared for god knows how long, even if he’d been ready to stab her half to death again. They were blood, somehow, and he mattered to her.

“Where have you been?”

     She was smiling.

     Without so much as a pause of a breath Raze had crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Laura, pressing his face against her shoulder and curling fingers into her suit.

     She smelled familiar, like a log cabin and a hunting trip. She smelled like what he could remember from the past year. Well- from the year before this one.

Indeed, something was wrong, and Raze’s mind was sounding every alarm it had, evident in his scent and body language. With a sigh, Daken pulled his brother against him, embraced him against a body he should know would protect him. 

“There has to be more to your memory than just visiting Quentin and coming home.” Unless–”Did Quentin do something to you? Did something seem off about him?”

     Daken pulled him close, and Raze did something rare, he put his head down and pressed his face to the other mans chest. His eyes, wide, unblinking, pupils twitching as he struggled through the mud of his thoughts. Fingers curled into what he knew was expensive fabric, and slowly, the younger uncurled them afraid of the wrinkles he might cause.

“Raze?” A whiff of the air convinced Daken that Raze wasn’t playing a prank, and it almost worried him. Then again, it wasn’t as if time travel were a new concept to him. Maybe he had overshot the correct time by a year after a visit to his own time.

     It was like coming out of a fog. How long had it taken him to walk home? Did he walk home? He’d come through the front door, he’d- he’d be hungry? His stomach was actually _hurting_ so he’d ordered food, he’d just told them-

@razein-hell

“What are you… Raze?”

     He was wearing her jacket, the jacket she’d given him such a long time ago. There were holes in it, burns, messily sewn on patches....but it was hers. Her scent still linger on it heavily mixing in with the younger mutants own.

razein-hell:

          “That’s not funny, now wipe that look off your stupid fucking face.” He reached out, snatching what was left of the slice from his brothers hand. “I’m not gullible, I know it’s April fools day.”

“Of 2017, Raze…” His brow perked at his brother’s odd behavior. Perhaps he was the one getting fooled. “Look around you. It’s been a year. Lester moved in some time ago. He even stores weapons here. You know they’re not mine because I don’t need to try that hard to look deadly.”

          “Yeah RIGHT, that psycho-”

     That smell. That familiar spice that mixed with vomit so oddly well, giving the acidic taste it left in your mouth an almost apple cider like follow up. Lester. Lester filled the entire house mingling with Dakens scent. So- wait, where was his own? His own, he couldn’t even catch a WIFF of it. He’d been here this morning though, right? Asleep in his bed. His bed, bedroom.           Go to sleep, Raze.      A sudden throb behind his left eye had him dropping the pizza in his hand.

razein-hell:

     Raze just cocked his head and starred at him, “Huh?” The breadstick in his hand was momentarily forgotten.

“I said it’s been a year.” Daken figured he just hadn’t heard him.

razein-hell:

dubiousdeviant:

“I’m out of fucks, kitten. 

Where have you been?” He plucked the pizza out of Raze’s hand to steal a bite.

          “Hey!” Huffing out a sigh he slumped back against the couch, grabbing a breadstick to nibble on instead. “Quires place, had some other work to do, n’he bought one of those classic arcade games. Spent a few hours helping him mess with it till it started working right.”

“What, did you move in until you fixed it? It’s been a year.” He bit through half of the pizza. Normally, he would prefer something healthier, but he couldn’t help but to use the food to irritate his brother.

“I’m out of fucks, kitten. 

Where have you been?” He plucked the pizza out of Raze’s hand to steal a bite.