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Writing practice #3: Daniel’s POV.

It had all gone so badly so quickly. Daniel had been working on a new experiment, he hadn’t slept for days, hadn’t left his office in days, actually, but he was so close to freedom he could taste it. It didn’t even cross his mind that his own son was smart enough to unlock the door. Or maybe it was dumb luck, he didn’t know. Maybe it was desperation. Days with no physical contact had left the poor boy (what age was he now, 5? Daniel couldn’t remember.) with a face stained blotchy and red, his golden eyes (“bright like the sun” his wife had remarked) seemed dull in the lamp light and he had multiple stains of dirt and Uproar-knows-what on his beloved sweater.

Not that Daniel had taken any of this in at first, no, at first he didn’t even realise the child had entered the room. When the experiment went wrong (how did it go wrong? How did it mess up? He couldn’t of messed up he had tried so hard he thought that-), Daniel had coughed and waved away the dust and cleared away the debris of the explosion that had occurred behind him but had stopped in his tracks at the sight of the small tufts of brown hair (with a sickening red streak through it. Why was there red. There was so much red oh god there was so-) he had moved so fast he probably got some form of friction burn on his knees.

Days.

It took days for Daniel to revive Taka. Days of torturous non stop work. During breaks from his work he had spent hours scrubbing away at the blood staining the floorboards (it was sticky and coppery and Daniel swore he could still taste it in his mouth) but finally it worked. Upon hearing that frightful cry from his son (his beloved son his pride and joy the sun of his world) he had scooped him into his arms and fell to the floor, cradling the scared and small (oh so small. too small. too tiny. just a child) to his chest as he practically wailed with feelings of grief and anger and shame. He muttered apologies into the soft hair of Taka’s head and stayed like that for hours. He was more vigilant after that, made sure Taka would be safe.

When another accident occurred, Taka was safe, but Daniel was no longer himself. The boy never understood that it was his own father’s fault that the man became so cold and cruel.

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Writing practice #1: Jason’s POV.

If Jason didn’t know better, he’d think Taka was mad. Well, okay, he was definitely mad, but there was more to it than that, there always was. He didn’t exactly have time to dwell on the workings of the younger man’s mind when said man was currently trying to kill him.

Jason had been on sentry duty, he was slightly offended that all it had taken was for his back to be turned (for roughly 5 seconds, may he add) for Taka to appear out of thin fucking air behind him. If he hadn’t spun out of the way, he was certain he’d be missing more than a horn and part of his lip right now. As it was, Jason considered himself pretty lucky seeing as Taka seemed to be sporting a lovely new scar that was still dribbling blood, he was most likely blind in that eye now, Jason reckoned, if Onyx was still alive (which he guessed wasn’t true from the current onslaught of the younger male in front of him) then Jason would’ve had some choice words to say to him.

Another dodge and Jason was getting pretty tired, if he was being honest. He didn’t think Taka would survive the meeting with Daniel but the damned guy wouldn’t listen to a thing he said. His jaw was aching from the surprisingly good punch from Taka and it had almost cost him a lovely artery (he was quite fond of keeping them intact, y’know?) but now he just felt like they were fighting themselves to a standstill. Taka didn’t have a hope of beating him, the many sparring sessions they had had as allies (it hurt to think of them as anything different) proved that, so Jason was feeling pretty confident that he could just knock Taka out and then they’d be able to continue on like nothing had happened and they weren’t now one member down. Taka’s eyes kept flicking up and Jason bit his tongue to keep himself from giving Taka tips on his form, to keep his eyes on the target, to remind him of their connection or something. Despite this, Jason still felt confident that he’d be able to win this, that if it came to it, he’d be able to wound Taka badly enough to stop him interfering.

Jason wasn’t very confident that he could dodge the huge mass of boulders Taka had managed to drop onto him, however.

Jason wasn’t very confident they were like brothers anymore either.

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Writing practice #2: Post!Phase 2 Alone

It took a while for them to heal. Even if they had moved across half of the world, it didn’t prevent the many locks on the doors, the escape routes meticulously planned nor the covering of one’s face upon leaving the house. It didn’t prevent the flinches or the scowls or the disdain towards snakes or black cats with startlingly green eyes. It didn’t prevent the hushed conversations, the surveillance of every situation, the quiet taps signifying if one was safe or not.

Jason was the first to heal, understandably. He raised his children to not fear the world, but to instead be cautious. Never to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d shoo off the pesky black cats and remove the uninvited snakes and never said a word about the trembling of Taka’s hands. He’d be up at 3AM making coffees and choosing to talk about what would be expected of the next day rather than the horrors of the past.

Taka never fully healed. He still had those moments where he wanted to scream and cry and rip things to shreds. He still broke down sobbing after seeing snakes. He still broke every mirror he looked into for too long. Those moments were rare, though, and to Jason that was all that mattered, so it was all Taka focused on.

They were healing, slowly. They’d live the lives they never could, even if it was out of spite.

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*There is a shuffling of papers heard.

*You do not know where you are.

*Smoke fills the area and forms figures in the fog.

*A small radio is on a table in front of you.

*You do not know how it got there.

*You pick it up.

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