#this hurts!!

Continued from X

cetanlittlehawk

“It’s not a big deal? How can you say that?” Cétan watched as Agron paced around the room, an action he often did when his temper was high. Yet Cétan never thought he’d see a day when that temper was directed at him, especially when he was not in the wrong.

“Why is it always ‘some other time’? Why does your brother always come first? Didn’t you promise Granny you’d take care of me… That you’d love me more than anyone?” Cétan faltered a bit and broke eye contact. To say it outloud felt petty and selfish, but he was only being open and honest. So many times Cétan had felt like he was in second place behind Duro. Always close to catching up, but never finishing first. But he knew Agron loved his brother and of course family came first, still, wasn’t Cétan his family too?

Cétan had tried to suppress the selfish side of him, reasoning with himself that he didn’t have a brother, he didn’t know what it was like. It worked for a while until he began thinking that maybe Duro was inventing his own problems just to draw Agron’s attentions to him. Maybe Duro didn’t like his brother being taken from him… The thought frustrated him because he could understand that reasoning but Duro was also an adult in his own relationship! Why did Agron feel the need to drop his life entirely and rush to his brother’s rescue over every little thing?

Cétan wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear from Agron. He didn’t want to monopolize him and demand he never see his brother again, but he was growing weary of the apologies that never lead to a change in behavior. He didn’t like feeling that he’d always be runner up in Agron’s life.

A dangerous and hurtful thought came to him and he looked up at Agron once more. “Are you bored with me?”

@agron-rebel-general

Agron had known this was not going to be a small fight, and he usually tended to avoid such confrontation. But . . . he couldn’t do that now. They were too far past that. He felt the pain in his chest when Cetan spoke of how he had promised Granny to take care of him. That he would love him more than anyone. Words he had made promise of to Cetan’s grandmother before she passed away. “Am I not fucking doing that?!” He snapped, voice not raised but strong in tone. It caused those feelings of failure to resurface in Agron; and this whole situation, reminded him of when Duro would get angry with him. Obviously the nature of both relationships was different, but those feelings of failure were the same. Because Duro and Cetan were the two people he loved most in this world. 

“I can’t just abandon my brother when he needs me. Just like I wouldn’t abandon you.”  His voice continued on that tone, now standing still and looking at Cetan. His next question causing him to pause and just look at him. “Is that what you think it is?” He rhetorically questioned. “That I’m bored with you?” As if in disbelief. “Of course I’m not fucking bored of you, or us. But if this isn’t good enough for you then maybe you should just fucking move back home.” He didn’t mean it; the words came out of the intensity of the situation, for Agron knew that sometimes in the heat of the moment . . . he could say the wrong thing. And, instantly regretted it after the words left his lips yet made no apology. Cetan’s home was here, with him, and he knew it but . . . it was too late to take back what he had said.  

Armand: "Just one? That ain't fair. I want dinner with my whole family... I can't pick one sibling over the other, so... God. He's got some 'splainin' t'do, if he's real."

Dean: "My mom, hands down."

John: "It'd be nice to see my wife again, I think. Dean misses her so much, and Sam doesn't remember her... it always hurts so much to talk about her, so uh... I think we could all benefit from having one more dinner with her."

Hugsi: "My aunt Leo! I never got to meet her."

Muninn: "My sister, of course."

Lilja: (you said boys lol. But uh, her answer would probably be Joan Jett or something anyway. Some kickass female musician for sure.)