Comfort in a brother's arms.
After posting them yesterday i couldn't stop thinking of Zeke/Oleander. Oleander is @cringewritinginprocess's Dahlia&Esther brother.
Ezekiel, the older brother who was brought back by his little sister and Oleander, the younger brother who was killed by his older sister.
It had taken Mikael six of their ill thought of indulgences, all of them ending in Zeke's death, to get to the heart of the matter.
Ezekiel's lips twitched at his accidental pun.
It was almost as funny as a Mikael's face when he discovered what was missing in his chest.
The wide eye looks of shock was an unusual expression for Mikael and yet it remained as his hand twitched in the empty space in Zeke's chest, the heart that should be there safe far away in a jar in his little sister's hand.
As it had been for centuries.
He had clearly planned end this encounter by tearing out his heart, unlike the times before when he had broken his neck, or drained him dry. Apparently the man hadn't realised he was the same person everytime.
Like he was the only person who could escape death.
Still his shock had given Zeke the chance to leave alive this time, and would make the next time he found him interesting.
However that left him alone until then, now Mikael knew Zeke couldn't risk him tracking him down and finding Ruth or Freya.
Dahlia would probably enjoy the visits from him but that would end Ezekiel's fun and break little Freyaβs heart.
Ruth and Dahlia may hate their niece's love for the man to took everything from them but he couldn't blame the girl for loving her father.
βBrother?β
He blinked at the voice as it brought him back.
Oleander stood in his flat, or appeared to, Zeke's brother was dead in a way the rest of them weren't, in a way they should be.
Trapped on the Other side, visible to him because of his own mostly dead state.
Not just see, Zeke thought before he allowed his feet to move him, walking towards him and not stopping until he tripped him back onto the sofa.
βWha-β Oleander started only to be cut off as Ezekiel followed him in the fall until he was laying on him.
Oleander was warm, hot, even as a phantom, just as well as Zeke was forever cold. He couldn't help but seek the heat and thankfully his little brother was indulgent.
Oleander brought his arms up, slipping one hand under his shirt to lay a palm on his lower back.
Zeke sighed in pleasure at it as the warmth slowly started to sink into him, shifting a leg between his brother to increase the contact and wrapped his arms around him.
A hand settled in his hair threading into it and brushing through it.
He had grown it long on impulse and found he enjoyed it, it made his resemblance to Dahlia starker, as well as the current age difference. She may have frozen her age now but Ezekiel hadn't aged since his death, making the once nine moon difference between them decades.
βHow long can you stay this time?β Zeke asked voice muffled into Oleanderβs chest. A distraction sure but better than dwelling on the widening gap between him and his once closest sister.
The hand in his hair tightened.
βHowever long you need me.β His little brother responded after a moment.
βForever then.β he sighed, he was asleep before Oleander replied, the heat and gentle touches helping him feel more human than anything else ever did now.
