He should not pity his brother, not when Clive would hate to be pitied by him. Still, there is an insurmountable ache that grips him deeply, chest aching as rough hands cup his face. Clive cannot believe it is true, that he is here, and why should he? How could he? Even so, he hopes he can prove it, that his brother will see and hear reason. If he does not, they will both be doomed.
"My brother...you need not dream. I am here, in the flesh. Hale and whole, I swear to you." He offers up a smile despite everything, his own eyes wet as a swell of emotions well up inside of him, threatening to spill over.
Clive himself smells...appealing, but that is neither here nor there. As complicated as his feelings are toward his brother, he need not burden him further, not when he was on the brink of breaking.
"Clive, I promise this is reality. Calm, please, and we shall speak. I will not leave you, Founder I swear it."
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Date: 2025-12-14 03:11 am (UTC)"My brother...you need not dream. I am here, in the flesh. Hale and whole, I swear to you." He offers up a smile despite everything, his own eyes wet as a swell of emotions well up inside of him, threatening to spill over.
Clive himself smells...appealing, but that is neither here nor there. As complicated as his feelings are toward his brother, he need not burden him further, not when he was on the brink of breaking.
"Clive, I promise this is reality. Calm, please, and we shall speak. I will not leave you, Founder I swear it."