In which two brothers that have not seen each other in a long time reunite (in a less-than-positive way).
Characters used/mentioned: Tobiany and Radnar Ramirez (OCs), Irene Ramirez (OC (how many times have i renamed this woman because i forgot her name? who knows.))
Author’s note: All banner images found on Pinterest under the search of simply just “purple aesthetic”. I didn’t really have much to write here. Just had a couple sentences I wanted to write down and that was it. Continuations welcome and encouraged!
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“It’s been a long, long time since we’ve seen each other, dear brother.” The last phrase was spat from the hellborn’s lips, more like a mocking, foul insult than anything.
Tobiany turned on his heels at the voice, and sneered. Because of course, what else could make his day worse than a visit from a man he was well and truly sure he’d exiled. “How the fuck did you get in here?” He growled out, fists clenching at his sides.
Radnar laughed, a dry, joyless laugh, the noise sending a chill down Tobiany’s spine and just making him angrier simultaneously. “The patrols you have up on your walls are pathetic, that’s how.”
He then added; “By the way, black granite? For a castle? Come on, you egotistical maniac. Nothing quite screams insecure like black granite, let alone on such a scale.”
Tobiany felt his eye twitch. He could’ve sworn he’d burst a blood vessel if this man kept talking. “If all you’ve come here for is to insult me, Radnar, then I suggest you leave m-“
Radnar promptly cut him off. “Ordering me around just like old times, huh? Or at least, trying to.” He remarked, beginning to circle him.
“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” Tobiany gritted out, eyes following Radnar’s every move, but his body didn’t follow. He knew if he moved, chances are, he’d lash out.
“You’ve always liked to make yourself feel powerful, dear brother. It’s probably the main reason why father chose you for the throne over me. Because you’re just like him.”
“I’m nothing like our father-“
“Oh but you’re exactly like our father. A carbon copy.” Radnar retorted, staring his brother down now that he stood in front of him.
“I’M NOTHING LIKE OUR FATHER!” Tobiany’s voice bounced off the walls of the throne room, loud and commanding.
Radnar, however, just slowly grinned. “…That’s exactly something our father would do, is it not?”
Tobiany froze. There was so many emotions swirling inside of him. Rage, fear, sadness, among other things he couldn’t quite put names to. Unable to manage a response, he went silent.
“Anywho” Radnar said, breaking the silence that had stretched over several minutes. “I heard your wife’s gone core void-“
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