#othileo

sometimes you just gotta flex on your old art to feel better these are 4 years apart

Why can’t they see what I see? Why can’t they hear the lies? Maybe the fee’s too pricey for them to realize your disguise is slipping...

I think you’re slipping..

"You mistake me for a fool." He's frightened by the turn off events but he does his best not to show it. Being betrayed by one's own flesh and blood is hard to come to turns with in a matter of seconds but he won't act out, not this time. They'll have a talk, he'll be mature but as he says these things why does he want so badly to cry and scream and yell and break things? His cold gaze flickers to the small nervous female at his side. She doesn't defend herself nor deny she had a part in it. He'll question her later. Come easily they say but what if he were to refuse? Just this once? "No. I have had a long day and I am rather tired I will be going home to rest." He moves to unlock the door to the restaurant and the first bullet flies, aiming for his hands. Furious, he whips around gun already in hand.

He looks at the sea of cops and then to his little sister at his side. Another bullet aimed at his dominant hand. Why try to disarm him? There's no point in taking him alive, he won't talk. He murmurs to her, "Is this your wish to see your own brother, not dead but behind bars for the rest of his immortal life?" When she says nothing but looks to him with those watery green eyes it reminds him of a forest just before sunrise, the leaves all covered in dew and glistening, he nods his head. "I have let you down countless times I am afraid I will have to do so once more. If they were to find out about us again, the rest of us would be hunted once more and I would be little less than a rodent on a dissecting table." Her eyes widen in alarm she's not naive but she hadn't thought about that, so worried about making him stop she didn't think of the repercussions of this particularly solution.

"Had you just asked I would have stopped. I would do anything for you, do you not know that by now?" She hangs her head, "I tried, you wouldn't listen." He hums and another bullet flies, this time coming in contact with his shoulder just barely clipping it. With a growl he raises his gun, he doesn't want to kill these men, they are good people but he won't let his own endure genocide once more. He fires and the first cop falls. Hurriedly he pulls Orko and rushes inside the building as the cops storm after him. Shoving her under the bar's counter he moves away and begins to shoot. Orko has her gun with her but she's not sure who to help.

As the fight goes on a yelp breaks her train of panicked thoughts. Frantically she looks for Othileo to find him clutching his side and a wobbly smirk on his lips. Without a second thought she fires at a cop who had snuck up on her brother. There's a few cops left and the siblings take them out with ease. Othileo shakily walks to her pulling her into an embrace and kisses her forehead. A cop thought to be dead lifts a shaky arm gun in hand and Othileo barely manages to shove Orko out of the way as the bullet lands in his ribcage. A soft smile makes it way to his lips as Orko screams watching him collapse. She's talking but he can't hear her, why does she sound under water? Maybe it's because he can hear his blood rushing or maybe it's his frantic heartbeat he's not sure. Those bright green eyes look at him with such sadness.

Why so sad? He barely registers she's shouting his name. "I've been in worse shape. ." He grins at her and tries to laugh but all that comes out is a horrible wheezing chuckle as blood fills his mouth. There's a pounding of feet he faguely hears before Dessmunde, Valarie, and is that Japhet? In London? He tries to laugh again but it hurts. He's hallucinating. Why else would the people he care about be here as he dies? He doesn't deserve this kindness just as he didn't before. Looking at their worried faces despite him feeling so cold his chest blooms with warmth. Is this what it's like to be loved? He knows the answer, Orko loved him unconditionally from the beginning, just like a puppy. The thought makes him grin wider. He can hear they're talking, talking about him but they sound so far away.

Japhet kneels before him checking his pulse as Orko and Valarie each hold one of hands. He even notices Dessmunde pacing and glancing worriedly at him every few seconds and he tries to chuckle again. Dessmunde worried about him, of all people? Yes, he must be hallucinating. What a lovely dream though. More blood fills his mouth and he tries to swallow it. His head lay in Orko's lap and he looks up to her with hazy blue eyes. She's crying, oh no, he's made her upset again hasn't he. "Oh little pup I am sorry I did not mean to make you cry." A shaky hand covered in blood rests on her cheek wiping away a tear and she reaches to cup the hand against her face. "I am sorry the only thing I am to able to not fail at is making you cry, I am a terrible brother." His smile turns soft and she cries harder barely breathing.

What a terrible terrible thing to befall you!

Oh you dull creature how you claw and tear your way to victory!

Is this the fate you craved?

The ending you wish to go down in history?

Was your pride and sin worth the pain!

Were your breakthroughs really more than marbles falling?

Was your lack of love worth the stormy nights!

Were your actions all just a means of stalling?

Learn to let go you dull creature who prides itself in his patience!