[He can't get away. No matter how hard Diarmuid tries to get away, he can't. Whoever is holding him back is just too strong.
Either too strong, or Diarmuid himself is just too weak. It's a distinct possibility.
A strangled whimper slips from his mouth as he struggles for a moment longer before falling limp and still. He just wants to get away to someplace safe. Someplace where the pain will stop. Where he won't feel so smothered. So trapped...]
"Brother..."
"I love you."
[Those words somehow manage to make their way into his mind, but their trips through the madness of his emotions strip away enough of the voices attached to them that he can't tell who is saying what.
He just hears what he wants to hear.]
Brother, I love you.
[Is it possible that after all this his brother has changed his mind? That he does love him?
Wild eyes search those around him, finally settling on the blue haired figure beside him.]
Brother...
[It's all he sees. All he cares to see. His brother. His hero will make everything all right just like he always has.
A blood-stained, trembling hand reaches out and wraps itself around Cu Chulainn's arm. In a quick and sudden motion, he stands and drags his brother, not toward the hallway, but toward their room.
It's doubtful he even realizes that Lancelot and Kariya are still there. The only thing that matters right now is the man who he loves so very much.
He will save him. He will lead him away from the pain. He will.]
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Either too strong, or Diarmuid himself is just too weak. It's a distinct possibility.
A strangled whimper slips from his mouth as he struggles for a moment longer before falling limp and still. He just wants to get away to someplace safe. Someplace where the pain will stop. Where he won't feel so smothered. So trapped...]
"Brother..."
"I love you."
[Those words somehow manage to make their way into his mind, but their trips through the madness of his emotions strip away enough of the voices attached to them that he can't tell who is saying what.
He just hears what he wants to hear.]
Brother, I love you.
[Is it possible that after all this his brother has changed his mind? That he does love him?
Wild eyes search those around him, finally settling on the blue haired figure beside him.]
Brother...
[It's all he sees. All he cares to see. His brother. His hero will make everything all right just like he always has.
A blood-stained, trembling hand reaches out and wraps itself around Cu Chulainn's arm. In a quick and sudden motion, he stands and drags his brother, not toward the hallway, but toward their room.
It's doubtful he even realizes that Lancelot and Kariya are still there. The only thing that matters right now is the man who he loves so very much.
He will save him. He will lead him away from the pain. He will.]