#;rps

“GUTEN TAG! IST BEEN A GOOD VHILE SINCE I’VE SEEN SUCH A FINE SPECIMEN! COME OVER HERE, JAAAA!”

“Go avay.”

          it didn’t seem like he’d been doing this almost every single week for years now, but in some ways, it certainly felt like it. it didn’t feel possible for his brother’s conviction to have been longer than a few months ago, and yet, he had this tired routine of coming in on wednesdays and giving hellos to the guards and walking down this hallway committed to muscle memory.

          it was just as sad, these days, as it had started out, albeit in a different way. the early days had been wrought with uncertainty and helplessness and feeling lost. klavier hadn’t known who he was or what to do without kristoph. but he’d grown, he’d become his own man and gained independence. he’d also watched kristoph slowly unravel, no longer the self-assured and cooly calculating man klavier had grown up admiring.

          of course, despite it all, one constant remained, the one request kristoph had made every visit— ‘ klavier, leave me alone. ’  at the beginning, he couldn’t grant his elder brother’s wish—he was too reliant, too starved for answers, too alone. had he stopped coming, he wouldn’t have known what to do. and though kristoph was far colder than klavier could ever recall, his brother’s face was a constant that provided some sense of comfort, regardless of the words that came from his mouth. he missed his brother, more than anything. was that not understandable?

meme || accepting.

               “ there’s always something to fight for. ”