#legendbrother

Who is the shortest of them all?- Accepting!

“You know, if you get any bigger, you’re not gonna fit under my bed anymore.”

* MOTHER !!!!!

you're fucking killing me you two

    “Did I accidentally inspire a fratricide.”

     A sound has never been as welcome in Kristian’s life as their      twin’s voice, cutting through the cold grip that anxiety has       around their heart. For the past while, anxiety has been a static      hum in their blood, in their mind, claws dug in deep and refusing      to let go, no matter how often they had been assured that Krist-      opher is tough! He’s competent, he’ll be alright! The worry had      been a sharp stab in their ribs, a nagging pain in their side, a       constant thought in the back of their mind that made them       snappier than normal.

    (Phantom pains, Kristian had told himself, that’s all it is. Phantom      pains that don’t mean anything. It hurts to breathe, but it’s just       the anxiety. My side hurts, but it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t.       Don’t think about how you always know. Don’t think about how      you felt Kristopher’s pain when he got a black eye, don’t think,       don’t think, don’t think–– It’s phantom pains.)

     For a moment, at the sound of Kristopher’s voice, relief washes      over Kristian. For a moment, the anxiety is quiet, drowned out,      and a smile curves their lips, tired eyes lighting up, and they take      a step forward, gloved hand reaching for their twin, and––

     And Kristian’s hand starts to shake again (metal rattles against       metal, tremble unable to be hidden) as he actually takes a moment      to take everything in. 

   * Kristopher––!

     A step is taken forward, and then another, and then another, and       they find themself by their brother’s side, hands reaching out to       check their twin over, chest aching (bruises, blood, there’s blood,       oh, God, why is there blood, there shouldn’t be blood, those weren’t      phantom pains, he knew it wasn’t phantom pains, oh, fuck!

     He takes his twin’s hand, squeezes tight, squeezes so tight, as if       afraid Kristopher will disappear if he were to let go. The other arm goes      to pull his twin into an embrace (carefully, carefully, mindful of potential       injuries). 

   * Are you alright?!

     Stupid question.

* noelle sweetie you're doing AMAZING

ruinedsword replied to your post “Oh, oh! Noelle wants to join the posing fun! But, what’s this? She...”

heart eyes mfer!!!

madelight replied to your post “Oh, oh! Noelle wants to join the posing fun! But, what’s this? She...”

* noelle is the only pure one here. the only one free of sin

shieldedcourage replied to your post “Oh, oh! Noelle wants to join the posing fun! But, what’s this? She...”

✱ This is acceptable.

fluersamour replied to your post “Oh, oh! Noelle wants to join the posing fun! But, what’s this? She...”

YOU'RE KILLING HER WITH YOUR PURITY NOELLE...

✱ Pet.

legendbrother replied to your post “*Noelle has appeared! What do you do?    ❄️. Kick    ❄️. Smooch    ❄️....”

* pet. definitely pet

fluersamour replied to your post “*Noelle has appeared! What do you do?    ❄️. Kick    ❄️. Smooch    ❄️....”

* PAT!

longlosthope replied to your post “*Noelle has appeared! What do you do?    ❄️. Kick    ❄️. Smooch    ❄️....”

P.... pet?? Ask to pet first?

Oh, oh gee! That’s... that’s a lot of petting! All of which is eagerly accepted with permission granted. Pets are great, she loves getting pet!

Just one more person to get pets from, and-...

mochimuses replied to your post “*Noelle has appeared! What do you do?    ❄️. Kick    ❄️. Smooch    ❄️....”

* Susie's gonna pet and smooch her OBVIOUSLY

... oh. Not just a pet that time.