#tylan

Its not colored so you can't tell, but the little strings of Alex's hoodie are the trans flag :)

(is a mixture of two names, acronym and will not be used to ship them in romantic or sexual way cuz they literally have brothers/father-son like relationship irl)

Tylan: What was the longest prank you pulled on one another?

Sunny: 14 MONTHS!!!!

Komatsu: ?????... Fourteen months what!?

Coco: *starts snickering*

it took me roughly eight years and some ritalin to be able to make myself art, but i finally finished my warm-up doodle after like 2 and a half hours and BEHOLD

an art

Tylan didn't hear them until they broke the vase.

Well, he heard them. Figured it was Lyka again. She always liked putting fresh flowers in his room, even if he wanted to tell her they made him sneeze.

Not like he could.

…

A moment, a heartbeat.

He sat up, and a hand, a cloth, was over his mouth.

He didn't struggle. He would have, once. Months of training fixed that right up.

"Shh, shhh…"

The cloth smelled odd, like… ether.

Oh.

Brown eyes rolled back into his skull, long lashes fluttering as his body went limp.

. . .

Tylan woke up in a closet, with his hands bound behind his back and his legs tied together, bound from head to toe.

The ropework was impressive, if hastily done- the bindings at his knees cut off his blood flow, legs tingling and burning from the foot up.

When he went to move, he grinned.

They'd gagged him.

They'd actually gagged him!!

A soft rasp was pulled from the depths of his chest, a monstrous mirror of a laugh- one that used to brighten days and make any creature smile.

Tears were running down his face, soaking into the gag. Salt burned his tongue. His head dropped, pressed against the inside of the closet, tucked behind twisted coats as his shoulders shook with silent laughter and broken, mute sobs.