triptechGalvanic

youre all ive ever wanted too yknow youre my faith my love everything all balled up into one person youre my use of parental guidance albeit waning youre my purpose of a lovers adoration and with time youll be my best friend in truth you already are you always were who can ask for a more perfect relation then that because i cant even find a good damned metaphor to put this in the closest thing i can compare dirk is a songbird one that cant find its melody and all the other birds yknow they got shit to say but that little bird he does everything he can to try and get his voice back and he just cant then one day hes had enough and he screeches his little feathery heart out but thats just it he let out a noise and suddenly he can prove all the other birds wrong cause hes got a beautiful voice id go as far as to say hes got the prettiest little tweet outta all the birds and now he can prove his worth as a songbird hes got purpose

>You wonder if Dirk understands an ounce of your ramblings. You think he might have a clue, but you have a tendency to get off track. Never the less, you stop talking for a while, just closing your eyes to enjoy his closeness. You'd definitely haven't felt this enveloped by a single person - ever. You just kind of linger with him, and you feel amazing, andheis amazing and wow. You're suddenly aware of just how quiet you're being, holding him close. So instead, you just sing in your quiet, drowning tone, a memory you knew he'd know. If you're lucky, maybe he's used to sleeping to it. And if you hit the nail on the head, it'll calm him. You might even live up to your songbird name.

a still born boy who didnt get to where your mother felt if youd have come through there your baby arms that never grow you save yourself from a desparate soul

> Your tone gradually raises with your words, stroking the back of his head as your tone clears for your more wispy voice. Every word is drawn out, longing; You have every intention of qualming those tears, and if they get worse, then at least you know it's for the reason that you've given him peace. At least the lullaby repeats this phrase; gradually growing more and more voluminated as it goes, and yet more, and more longing.

> You offer a small smile of hopeful solace; you just want him to smile back. Just lean in and kiss every tear away, and for each new one dripping down his soft cheeks, you taste an extra pinch of salt on your lips. You stroke his hair slowly, soothingly, your opposite palm at the small of his back, rubbing careful circles against the fabric. Either arm wraps around him when you feel him relax, and you hold him as close as you can; your eyes close, and your tears drop onto his shoulder without so much as a peep from you. He has this scent to him - it's something you like, something you could get used to, or maybe you already are. And it hits you that you've been tired. So tired, and right now, you've never felt more at ease. Your solace had finally found you, or perhaps you had found him; either way, you felt more at peace than you ever had in your entire life, and it was because of him. You wanted to tell him. But that could wait.

why do you keep apologizing to me sweetheart stop that youre my boy i should apologize to you for not i dont know not trying harder not being good enough not being your big brother when it really fucking counted i tried i really did try i dont know what happened or where i went wrong but i know it didnt work and jesus how am i supposed to fix this how can i repair fucking years of damage i cant

> You're rambling now, either hand stroking his back. You feel him cling to you, and you just hold him tighter, continuing your rocking motion. After a time passes you finally remove your shades, revealing your eyes, having darkened with time. They're now something akin to a bright wine, and you pull back to look at him. You stroke his cheeks, cupping them in either hand, and you tilt his head up to face you. Because you want him to listen, you need him to hear you.

i wanted to protect you i wanted to do what im doing right now wipe your tears when youre sad i wanted to be there to listen to you the way you listened to me in every one of those videos i wanted to see your expression when you put together the bots and they came to life as real i wanted to sit by you and watch you slowly fall asleep while i read you those silly little books and i wanted to love you right i had everything ready i had all of this done and all i could do was wish you good luck and even then so much happened i dont even know what happened i dont remember it but i know i just wanted to see you you were the sole reason you were my motivation youve always been my motivation dirk you keep me going and i love you i love you so much i love you

> You trail off in repeating that phrase, because you grimace, crimson irises glazing with tears. They roll down your cheeks, and this time it's your turn to break down in a fit of lost control, but you do it differently than him. You place your forehead to his and just let go, and every ounce of stress you ever felt, ever piece of hatred towards that condesce bitch, the presidents that you knew were going to be reigned in within the decade, everything; it all slid down your cheeks, because here he was. The one that gave you hope. Your little Prince of Heart. You try not to choke on your sobs as you stroke his features, kissing over them after each heave of your shoulders.

shhh shhhhh dont you apologize to me dirk dont you ever apologize to me for this

> And you stroke his hair, and you let tears slip forward, and you don't bother to remove your shades because Dirk doesn't need to know his big brother is just as scared as he is. You don't want to think about this not being real. But what are the odds? Fate just suddenly drew you together? You're shaking, and holding him close, and you whisper.

its okay its okay dont cry i love you dirk i love you so much

> Your arms tighten around him, because you've grown to love this boy that you never got to know. You knew about him; you heard about him. Rose and Jade gave you some opinions on how to speak to him, what to say, but when it came down to it the motivation was all you. Because you were determined to be there, even when you couldn't. Because you don't even remember playing that game, but you remember doing something drastic for the opportunity to see him. Maybe you'd finally reached the end of that road. Maybe, you were just now meeting your goal. You didn't know, but you stroked through his hair, speaking in a tone that dripped with velvet.

dirk

>You say it like you're testing waters, and that's really exactly what you're doing. Because that's how you've been saying it, for a long time. Because you've been making videos to him for a while, because you wait. Your lips part once more, and you kind of step towards him, and you give him this long stare. 'Is that you?' you're asking, and you swallow. You're nervous. So nervous, and it's all you can do to speak a sentence you knew he would know. If it's him; he'll know. But you can't. So instead, when he speaks, you turn over the paper. You sketch a new comic, and this ones cranked out with a deeper meaning. It touches on something more. To anyone else, it's just Sweet Bro, reading some silly little overrated bed time story to Jeff. The difference is that you write the speech bubble a little differently; it trails off into multiple dots, because as soon as you've written, 'In the great green room, there was a teleleooehphone...................', you speak.

and a red balloon and a cow jumping over the moon and there were three little bears sittin on chairs and two little kittens and a pair of mittens

> You know he's too old. But the fact that you memorized it? You knew it would mean more than you let on. That was your intention. Because if he was who you thought he was, it was all you wanted to see recognition on his face. You would die to see it.

and a little toy house and a young mouse and a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush and a quiet old lady who was whispering hush

> You get a sad expression, one of thoughtfulness, before you sit on the table just at his side.