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I was willing to drown in your darkness with you

for islandofmisfitfangirls and pietrobutts because I’m dead.

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I have been gone for 10 years but whoah that edit is amazeballs and please like this post if you wanna plot or something. I’ll get to welcoming and my messages soon so sorry to keep you guys waiting ;w;

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{ castor x pollux }

she: walking the earth and letting flowers bloom at her feet, she laughs and cures all ills as her presence calls down all of the sun’s rays to be her spotlight.

he: letting every step send quivers through the earth, all things shy away from his presence, the boy being the monster in the nightmares children weep about to their mothers.

her: all things bright and beautiful, her very presence giving life to all who bask in it, the sharpest spear moulded into a human being, a smile on her face as she claims your last breath

him: protects all that is beautiful, the perfect shield in the form of a man, the threats Death gives lay ignored on the ground he walks on, devouring all that lay in his path as he let the girl sing her songs of love

they: blood of gold passes through their veins, the crowns on their heads a feather compared to the shackles that keep them together, filling in the gaps of their beings with each other, hands clasped tightly as they parade the earth they’re slowly destroying.

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her golden gaze fell upon the lifeless bodies of the poor animals in her brother’s hands, features clouding ever so slightly at the bloody sight. she loved animals -- small ones, especially, though she never had a pet. perhaps that was the reason for her affinity to them, despite them being wild creatures of the woods. even so, a man has got to eat, and so does a girl. her lips parted to draw a path for a soft sigh, cogwheels of her brain working in earnest to erase all unpleasant thoughts as she watched her twin wordlessly. 

she would have offered to create a campfire had he not used his ability to set the meat on fire; for she believed that being outdoors called for rough labour. maybe it was better this way -- an open fire would attract unnecessary attention with its billowing smoke and bright flame. but all worries soon left her mind when the savoury aroma of cooked meat filled her nasal passages, made her mouth water and her stomach grumble. her hands took hold of a piece, tore flesh from flesh, and placed it in her mouth -- it tasted like heaven to her palates. she chewed heartily.

upon hearing his inquiry, her eyes travelled north to meet his; a look of pure, unadulterated adoration dancing in them. “mm,” she nodded in response with a contented smile, arm outstretched to offer him a piece.

*✱ we are gods at the dawning of the world

     the rabbits were easy to find and easy to kill, the poor animals never knew what was coming. with the two small creatures in his hands, their necks broken as their tongues hanging loosely from their open mouths, he had returned to her with a smile plastered on his face. he had knelt before her, as though offering his everything to the one who keeps him alive, before his nails grew long and sharp, allowing him to properly gut and skin the creatures and cleaning them, the blood on his hands thick and vibrant against his pale skin.

     before long, the red on his hands were engulfed in flame, cooking the previously endearing animals for their meal. once the meat was cooked, the blood on his hands had dried and the once pink and bloody meat now brown, emitting an aroma their grumbling stomachs screamed and cried for. he let his sister eat first, waiting and watching her reactions as she satisfied her hunger. nothing brought him greater joy than this, the image of her happy and satisfied, unharmed and ethereal.

     “do you like it?”

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let’s play a game of hide and seek, she said. let’s not use any powers to our advantage, she added. and so with arthur assuming the role of a seeker, morrigan was seen sauntering along a dried path, skipping from rock to rock the next, feet barely touching the ground to mask the sound of her footsteps. it was a clear day -- as expected of the summer season -- and with the guise of the trees and their looming shadows, morrigan was certain that she would find a perfect hiding spot, if not amongst the thick bushes on each side.

diverting into a turnoff a few feet ahead, arthur’s voice counting down to one began to recede in amplitude in her head until she could hear him no more. her eyes scanned her surroundings for lower ground or at least a hollow at the base of a tree large enough to keep her out of sight. she went through bushes, while still being as silent as she could, only to move out again when she felt it was not right, not good enough. and despite her being preoccupied with her current game of hide and seek, her mind was still on high alert; the innate heightened senses she was genetically engineered with in constant up and running mode.

she did notice a presence within her vicinity but she paid it no heed; she could always hold her end if worst comes to worst. and when she found a depression just behind a tree, surrounded with shrubs and a decaying log to the side, she decided that this was it -- this would be her hiding place. so she crouched down, keeping herself as low as possible, and waited. arthur would probably have a hard time finding her. just the thought itself painted a smile across her lips.

but as capable and immaculate a designer being may be, if they were not born with precognition, then they would be in her position right now: exposed to a threat she had chosen to ignore. a gunshot rang out, followed by a searing pain through her thigh. the girl fell back in surprise, eyes wide in both horror and impending rage, but not a cry was uttered. jaw set, her gaze trailed the trajectory of the bullet until it met the gun in the hands of a stranger. no sooner than she had reacted, he was already off the branch, most probably on his way to get her. 

red bloomed on her trousers, dark and sticky. emotions of flames licked her heart, urged her to snap his neck, but rationale reminded her to think again, told her to run; she had not been in contact with anyone in days and arthur was too far away. if she dies, then so will he, soon. 

so run she did, light frame carried by legs like the gleam of polished ivory, steps quick and precise. adrenaline may have helped to numb the pain, but it was those years of intensive brainwashing that got her through; the surge of newly generated energy coursing through her veins electricity to her powerhouse. 

upon reaching the familiar trail she had detoured from a while back, a burst of air escaped her lungs, her ethereal voice loud and clear as thunder as she called for her brother with a name that could only signify one thing: bloodshed was imminent. 

“castor!”

this is what a war cry sounds like.

▹run.

     he probably should’ve been perched on the branch, but fox wasn’t exactly prepared for his plan. fox was a smart man. (not). the original plan was to wait out the forest and see if he could find a deer or some sort of an animal. were bears on this island? surely not..

     but.. again, perched would have supplied ample room for movement and silence while he did move. instead the man had one leg along the branch, the other crossed over the first, ankles touching if not for his shoes in the way. it was sort of comfortable, and minho preferred comfort over readiness. the handgun picked off a dead woman could be used for defense or offense– considering he hadn’t died yet offense was the way to go. perhaps life for himself meant death for another.

     now fox wasn’t the kind of man to shoot and kill someone just to run away. this island was fucking boring sometimes, moreso than his office back at home. and that was an accomplishment; paperwork won the trophy for describing the word ‘boring’. but as he sat in the tree, the plan twisted and turned to a tired mind. many different versions of the same idea came about, but agreeing with himself on one was a difficult feat.

     finally he had no time to come to a decision. he acted; he sat up silently, shifted his weight, balanced, and shot. one shot to the leg. fox had no chance to determine who it was he shot. leaping down from the tree with a bag swinging over one shoulder and a thump to the ground, fox shot once more at the brush just to assure the girl would run. once she took off, the chase began and the game was on. minho ran close behind.

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they were both stubborn, a trait that they perhaps had inherited from their genetic parents. it was never her intention to appear weak, but in the shadow of her brother, she was somehow always smaller, always helpless. yet when he pulled her into a warm embrace, she appreciated it all the same. she basked in the heat he radiated, wanting to drown in it where it was soft and comfortable, unlike the log she was seated upon. she inhaled his scent, one of the few pieces of him which set him apart from her. she wanted to stay this way forever, in the safety of his arms; the two of them an entirely different entity on this plane.

( she will never leave him. it will be this, always, for as long as he will let her. )

and when he pulled away, she almost uttered a word of protest. but she did not. oh, she did not. he was already up and ready to pounce; that, and the fact that she was ravenous. so she merely nodded upon hearing his words, and wordlessly watched him go, keeping herself busy by plucking off dead leaves and dry twigs from the fabric of her trousers. she would have been more useful if she still had some powers retained but alas, she was the more “human” one between the two.

*✱ we are gods at the dawning of the world

he was not one to deny her of her wants, but this situation had been an exception. his other half was not only an open book, she was his favourite one. and it goes without saying that her health was to remain his top priority no matter the consequence, and in this case it was making her unhappy. he shook his head, a mirror of her previous gesture, as he clutched her (seemingly) fragile hands in his. “no,” was all he said, moving to pull her into an embrace, his genetic make up enabling him to become her source of heat, the warmth she had needed (and will ever need).

( it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left alone when half of your soul has gone. )

after a while he had let her go, deeming her temperature ideal and her body still as pristine as ever–all the dirt that had tainted her being had gone unnoticed, his eyes only seeing what was good in her (everything)–he stood up and scanned the area, looking for any animal to kill. these were the times he was thankful for his mutation, thankful he had been made–he had his sister to protect and the power to do so, such a fact left him with no room for complaints–as he manipulated the sound waves around them and found two rabbits nearby. “i’ll be right back.” he smiled, assuring her of his return before turning to fetch their dinner. 

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her breathing came to a steady rhythm, the rise and fall of her chest now silent despite the adrenaline-inducing “sport” she was just engaged in previously. a long drag was taken, her lungs expanding as they were filled with nature’s cold and heavy, moisture-ridden air. she loved being out here, loved being able to stretch her legs and watch them go as far as they could without getting caught in wires, loved being gazed at by the warm eyes of her beloved flesh and blood without a glass wall separating them.

( she loved it when he was like this: ever-loving, ever-tender. )

a shake of her head met his words, a rather meek and unconvincing response to his inquiry. she had not a clue as to why she would even deny it when he could see right though her, read her like an open book. they were two halves of one whole, and where her train of thoughts end, he was there to pick it up and allow it to continue. perhaps she desired not to be a burden anymore. perhaps all she wanted to do was prove her worth. placing one hand atop his, she returned his kindness with a gentle smile and spoke with words laden with determination, “we’ll look for it together.”

*✱ we are gods at the dawning of the world

fits of giggles echoed as arthur cleaned his sister up, a mix of disbelief and amusement plastered on his face. it was times like these he forgot of their origin, forgot about castor and pollux, the gemini project and their current situation. it was always kill or be killed in their environment, living in this deathly island for eight years now one would think he had gotten used to killing all the other competitors. but what was important to him was to survive: to keep her safe, and if that meant fleeing at times so be it.

( she was all things bright and beautiful, and he would be damned if he let death take her. )

he simply shook his head in response, taking a seat beside her as he reached for her hands and cupped her face, checking for any injuries. knowing her, a few scratches would go unnoticed and would leave scars if it wasn’t tended to properly. thankfully enough, no such thing marred her skin, but her hands started shaking and he didn’t know if it was from the cold or from the hunger. “i can get us something later. are you cold?”

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altered alliance

“There are three conditions to terrify someone: One, the monster can’t speak. Two, the monster has to be unidentifiable. Three, it’s meaningless if the monster can die.”

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castor x pollux

deadly deadly girl with moonlight in your hair why do you so love the day?

pretty pretty boy with sunlight in your eyes why do you so love the night?

darling darling twins with ichor in your veins why do you so love each other?

—to the children of zeus || sba

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aside from her brother, there were only quite a handful of people with whom she could keep her guards down. most of them were part of the altered project because she had seen them, sat down with them, and demonstrated her ability to replicate their mutation -- only she was always a much better version. she was not the type to brag ( she hardly spoke ) but it was almost as if it was instinct, a reflex to please. wolfram had undoubtedly seen a lot of her antics by now. 

so when she saw the invitation, her whole body morphed into metal, and gone was her normal, delicate frame. she was an exact replica of him -- only in the form of a female. her lips curved into a smile as radiant as the sun itself, as she wrapped her arms around his solid physique, snuggling close, her face kept hidden in the hollow of his shoulder. they had not crossed paths in a while and it was a relief to see that he was doing just fine on his own. 

after what seemed like a minute had passed, she peeled herself off of him and allowed her gaze to travel south; down, down, down to the metal slab he previously held in his hands. her eyes returned to meet his again, a look of question swimming in the golden reflections of her irises. 

*✱ he is a weapon, a killer

he killed for food. his hands were soaked with blood because he was told to make it creative, and so he did. he flicked his hand senselessly to the side; that wasn’t the kind of copper taste he wanted in his mouth and besides, copper tasted a hell of a lot better anyway. the body dropped to the ground, face and neck resembling something like swiss cheese, except swiss cheese never had their brains dangling out of their eye sockets. ( wolfram wouldn’t admit that he had fun, no; robots didn’t feel things. )

he’d been attacked often enough to be able to sense a presence behind him – but he was far too lazy to turn his torso to the sound, and so he didn’t. he remains solid – metal – and unbreakable, just in case. children these days seemed to think that the element of surprise would work on him and it was for that that his recent victim died, having attempted to attack him from behind, only to find himself facing a very, very annoyed wolfram who had been in the middle of a scrumptious meal of the usual tin-copper alloy anyone would find lying around.

he looked up, however, at the poke directed at his arm, and he picks up the chewed slab of metal and dusts it off before actually looking at the person. what – who – he saw delighted him, and although he was ecstatic to see her still alive ( he wouldn’t like her in the first place if he didn’t think she could stay alive ), his face showed no indication of it, and instead he spread his arms wide for a hug.

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*✱ he is a weapon, a killer

perhaps the place she was looking at could be called a graveyard of sorts, where the fair went to die. she had read about elephants going off to a remote place to lie and await their passing when they reach a certain age; only that place was not all that deserted -- it was a home to ivory bones and tusks of former magnificent elephants. the smell of metal was thick and heavy in the air; it settled like sedimentation in her lungs. she found him sitting all by himself by the rusty remains of a ferris wheel, its metal rods poking haphazardly out of the earth. his current doings were kept obscured, his back towards her. and it occurred to her if she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

she shuffled her foot on a patch of grass with the sole purpose of announcing her presence so as to not alarm the man before her; she had always been told she had light steps. but she doubted he would put her in harm’s way. she knew him, and he knew her. they were part of the beta-testers back then, and she had grown quite fond of him during the short intervals they spent together. looking at him, she could already feel the familiar hum of electricity running through her veins at the thought of possessing his ability once again. he was unique, in a way, and she attributed his enigmatic, almost magnetic silence to what drew her to him the very first time. 

once she was certain that he was aware of company, she scuffled past a decaying bench and what appeared to be the broken head of a horse from the merry-go-round before crouching down beside the male. her index finger rose and prodded him lightly on the arm -- a subtle act to demand attention. 

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she was lying on her side, back against a decaying log with creeping moss over its surface. if it had not been for the log, who knew where she would end up. she would probably roll off the face of the earth and meet her untimely demise. for a mutant as powerful as she is, it would probably take a silly mistake, a slip of footing, and her brother would lose one half of his soul. she was not careless, but she could be a little reckless. huffing, she stayed there, still, hidden in the shadows, blowing puffs of air onto stray strands of hair that had fallen past her eyes. she knew her brother would come anytime soon, and her expectation lived on with the familiar sound of approaching footsteps.

( she would recognise him by the way his feet struck the earth alone. )

“i let it go,” she muttered when he was within earshot, voice heavy, laden with disappointment. her lips then formed a little pout as she simply allowed her brother to tend to her, rid her of the mess she had managed to get herself into. she may be younger, by a month -- a day -- according to date, by five minutes to be exact, but she had the resolve of a lioness, and nerves of steel. she wanted to be the responsible one for once, but she had failed, miserably at that. her brother had done enough for the both of them, defended her against harm, and sheltered her when she was weak. this was the least she could do to reciprocate all of the deeds she owed him for, but she blew it. “what are we going to eat now?”

*✱ we are gods at the dawning of the world

the echoes of growling stomachs had finalised the twins’ decision to hunt, opting to eat fresh meat rather than any of the canned goods or available food there was on the island. they’d been cooped up in metallic cages and fed processed meals for fifteen years, and the moment they had thought they escaped they were put right back in another cage–though far bigger than the last. they hadn’t been hunting for long, only about half an hour in when they spotted the deer in the distance. his sister had immediately went for it, and knowing full well she can manage on her own, took his time and let the echoes of her laughter surround him as he took a stroll through the forest. it was moments like these that made him forget, that made him think he was human and not some created life form, but the shrill scream snapped him out of his peaceful thoughts.

he knew her every breath, could recognise her blind, and he didn’t have to think twice before developing extrasensory perception–finding his sister a few miles north of him (he had to commend the buck, it ran fast) and reforming his being to get to his sister at the speed of light. as soon as he had found her, she was covered in mud, clothes more torn and tattered. he couldn’t hold back a giggle, it was a sight to see–her being defeated by a buck and ending up in such a sorry state. “just what happened, sister?” he asked, tone hushed as he moved to pick her up and place her gently down on a relatively clean looking log near them. there were so many other things he could’ve said, could’ve asked, but instead, he had begun patting the dirt off of her, cleaning her up as best as he could.

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*✱ we are gods at the dawning of the world

in the distance, the sound of shrill laughter could be heard, breaking the still silence of the dense forest rudely like the ringing of cell phone in the middle of an important board meeting. it was a feminine voice, that was certain, and it held a childish quality to it -- a rarity in these parts of the island. if one were to train their ears a little harder, they’d recognise the sound of hooves pounding on solid ground, intermingled with harsh grunts with the occasional wheeze. listen any harder and one could appreciate a noise akin to something heavy being dragged. that wouldn’t be too far from the truth because in the real picture, a young lady could be seen, arms wound tightly around a deer’s neck, a wide smile plastered on her lips as she got dragged along the trail by the sheer force of the sprinting deer.

“stop!” she screamed at the poor animal and steered it out of the way of a tree looming up ahead. she was one of the gifteds, of course, but she simply refused to use her abilities though her fingers were beginning to tire, numbness creeping onto the soft pads. it was for the sake of pure hunting, she had stated rather exuberantly earlier on, and she stayed true to her words. but this deer here -- this buck -- simply refused to give up and serve its purpose as the comfort to her growling belly. the pair of trousers she had on were no longer in mint condition: they were covered in mud and dry leaves, and there was a long rip on the left leg. and just as she was attempting to climb onto the poor animal, it made a sharp turn around the bend, resulting in her arms letting loose, her body tumbling and rolling across the damp forest floor following inertia, an earsplitting scream spilling from her lips.

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