Maybe it’s the familiarity of the orange eyes.
Maybe it’s the sense of knowing something you don’t fully understand.
Maybe it’s something else entirely.
In the end, it doesn’t matter. In the end, Abandon finds himself drawn forward through the darkness like a moth to light, ill-fated and unable to stop it. He sees the barest hint of cosmos beneath the thick blanket of dark and feels something hum in his bones like a lilting lullaby. Something that whispers to him.
Something that crooks a finger and he is helpless to stop.
He feels on edge—vulnerable and hungry in the same breath, sharp-toothed as a predator and as flighty as prey. Abandon comes to a stop just a few feet away from his brother and feels his weight rock, as though he is just a moment from taking off, muscles bunching to push him forward into the endless shadow.
There is silence, that yawning moment of nothing, as he studies Bad’s eyes, as if trying to figure out some puzzle. Finally, he tilts the edge of his mouth into an unseen smile, stretched a little too thin to be entirely genuine and yet entirely his own. “So many seem afraid of this darkness,” he muses, not one for poetic wanderings but not afraid to share this piece of his mind, “and yet you seem to be made of it.”
Perhaps they are made of the same thing, he thinks, once again finding the other’s eyes.
He shivers, just a little.
Perhaps they are.
I want to see your sadness. I want to share your sin.
I want to bleed your blood. I want to be let in.
@[Bad]