picks her up and moves her away from my brother ☺️
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picks her up and moves her away from my brother ☺️

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bites you for being mean >:|
@grayharkness
bites you back because you're a little shit. 🫵🏾
Scoots close to him , resting his head against his shoulder .
@grayharkness
The sun was at its highest point above the planet of Sansara, hanging like a jewel in the lilac-coloured sky and shining bright down over the Boeshane Peninsula. Once again, bored, such was the life sometimes on a farm, Irvine had dragged his younger brother into his shenanigans. Albeit, Gray never objected to a little risk to escape the mundanity of their lives, either.
They were sat, tucked away in the tall pale blue grass that vastly surrounded their family home, and Irvine was still stuffing some freshly stolen cake into his mouth. At this point, he was certain that their grandmother purposely left her cakes on her open windowsill because she'd longed ago stopped complaining about them going missing from time to time. She probably knew it was them, yet she never pointed a finger at her grandsons, and even if she did, Dad would laugh it off, call them little rascals, and then that would be it.
With his hands still sticky from the fruit-laden sponge, he wiped them on the surrounding grass to discard the evidence of their crime and then shifted his wide brown gaze to his sibling when he felt the weight of his head lay upon his shoulder. Was he tired? Probably. Little kids tired easily. That was fine. He'd take Gray home soon and put on his cartoons for him until Mama came back from the market.
"Hey, look Gray!" The elders' free hand shot up into the sky where a flock of yellow birds were passing over them. "I bet they came south for winter." Not that the north was particularly cold compared to their home in the south, yet they still migrated to warmer climates when the time came. "We'll definitely catch one this time. Ma can't stop us from having a pet forever." Pops would be an easy convince, which meant Ma'd cave eventually. That was how things went in their home.
Still staring up at the birds in awe of their freedom to come and go as they pleased. Irvine tilted his head, resting it on his little brothers. One day, he'd be up there with them; somehow, somewhen, it was just a feeling he had.
I hate you.
@grayharkness
I hate you. Those were words he'd heard countless times over the centuries. From lovers to friends to comrades and enemies, even from his own daughter. But hearing it from his brother, though it was well deserved, hurt the most. It felt like a gut punch, reminded him of how he felt that day when he realised he'd let his little brother's hand go and had every day since that moment. He hid the pain of Gray's hate behind a well-practised smile and nodded to show he acknowledged it.
"That's okay. I know I deserve it." He paused for a moment, memorising his brother's face. Gray reminded him of their uncle, though the long-dead man never wore such a haunted look. More grief loaded itself upon the already mountain-sized pile hidden away inside his heart. It was like looking at death come alive, and if anyone knew anything about that, it was him. They'd both suffered since that dark day, but Jack didn't care about his suffering with his little brother standing in front of him. He just wanted to help him, if such a thing were possible.
"...but for what it's worth," which was probably nothing, right now, if ever. Still, he had to say it. "I love you. Never stopped, and I thought about you every single day of my life." I'll do anything to make this right.

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stop looking at me like that .
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . // accepting .
❛ carry on yappin' and find out what happens after this look . ❜ she raises a brow at him , fingers curl into a fist as she felt the anger bubbling away . she had to be cautious with gray , everything about him seemed disingenuous . taking a deep breath , cool it cooper . she wasn't making the same mistake she made with john , turning her back for just a second and in a few seconds . . . she had been poisoned , paralysed and left to die alone . she wouldn't give gray the satisfaction of picking her off so easily .
❛ you kind of look like him . ❜ the harkness bloodline was hidden by jack's unwillingness to tell them anything . so many secrets . trying her best to soften her approach , she hadn't exactly been the welcoming party . green orbs still fixated on him , still wary and still on full alert . she wanted to know more about jack , she wanted to know more about his life and his family . her head tilts , curious . ❛ what was he like ? ❜
👀 + do you hate me for all that I’ve done, brother? 🥺
@grayharkness
"Brother, I'm too old for hate an' anger. Plus, I've done far worse things. I'd be a hyprocrite to hate you."
" i don't wanna hear 'i told you so'. "
@grayharkness
"Oh, m'defnitely sayin' it." He felt almost giddy at having been right all along because, in his opinion, he was rarely wrong. Then, the facade quickly came crashing down into a grim expression as he unloaded his guns left, right and centre around the hospital ward, human bodies hitting the floor instantly with his expertise in marksmanship. At least they didn't suffer. Torchwood's Grim Reaper always made it quick. He wasn't willing to risk whatever virus they were carrying coming near his little brother or spreading any further than it already had. God, he hoped Tosh and Owen came up with a cure soon. Otherwise, the human race was about to significantly dwindle in numbers. The government would be thankful for that, he thought absentmindedly with thinly veiled disgust.
Unfortunately, the firing from his arms only drew more of the rabid former patients, and they began to flood in through the double doors. Too many, not enough firepower. Time to retreat. His autumnal eyes found his brother's matching ones calm and collected. "I told you so." It definitely was not safer in the hospital. "We need to go, now."
In a split-second decision, for that was all the time he had. Jack shoved his spare gun into Gray's hand and grabbed his free hand, tearing out of the ward through a second set of doors. This time he wouldn't let go, no matter what. "Shoot to kill. You got that?" The authority of the man in charge punched into his tone like a bullet from a barrel. Jack, the elder brother, disappeared into an invisible void deep inside of him until they were somewhere safe. "Do not let them touch you. We still don't know how this virus transmits or if it can be cured." Yet, he squeezed his brother's hand in a small reassurance that everything would be fine somehow. How? He didn't know yet. When? An even larger question he didn't want to comprehend.
Suddenly, they were running through the chaotic hallways, where it had become impossible to distinguish infected from non-infected, but the former were still hot on their trail. He'd never been so grateful at that moment to be a man from the 51st century; outrunning their less-evolved ancestors was easy as pie. "Once we hit the elevator. I'll hold em' off while you do the buttons. It's prolly gonna get ugly." He paused briefly to shoot out some infected nurses coming into their pathway to freedom, the shots echoing in the high-walled building. "...If I go down." Off went his gun again, the elevator just two hallways away. "Leave me and go back to the hub. You'll be safe there." It wouldn't be any other way. His tone was final.