#overthecliff

“...the thing with brothers is, you're supposed to take turns being the keeper. Sometimes you get to sit down and be the brother who is kept.” 

// Dar-mun failed to hold my leash. And then this happened. Continued from this - and with this as mood music.

A barely-audible whimper left Tybresa's throat as she took in the horrifying sight before her eyes, blue eyes drinking deeply in the crimson-smeared walls, the crudely-scratched letters and words on the walls -...

How?

How was this possible?

It was eerily quiet in the chamber, save for the man's slow and irregular head banging against the wall. There was blood dripping from his side as his gaze was blankly staring at nothing in particular, steel eyes clouded. Even with the muzzle tied to his face - what manner of cruel joke is this, to make it seem like he is grinning like a madman? - his voice bore through past all the haze ...

I just want the voices to stop.

"By the Heavens ..." Tybresa exhaled as she lowered her hand from her face - the smell, it stung her nostrils and left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it would not shake her as much as seeing Darius become so broken did. 

Slowly, she stepped in the confines of the room, her shadow becoming smaller as it fell on his form, huddling close against the wall. Tybresa swallowed dryly as she tentatively raised a hand towards him, slowly, lethargically so, blinking repeatably to hold back the tears of shock from rolling down her cheek.

Kiel Hyre says (18:21): still can't give what he doesn't have- fucks.

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง says (18:21): he's past the darius plateau of done

Kiel Hyre says (18:21): he's past the very existence of done

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง says (18:21): he's so done, he can't give a fuck

Kiel Hyre says (18:21): he's over in a new plane of realism, where done has existed and become extinct