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Brothers Bond Chapter 2TWINCEST, YAOI AND SOME LANGUAGE. NOT MUCH THOUGH. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
"Caden, you're not answering me! What the fuck was that about before? You fucking slammed my head against the wall!" Xavier is looking at me extremely pissed off. What do I say? 'Oh yeah in addition to questioning my sexuality I was half dreaming about making out with you, no big deal.' Uh, yeah that's definitely out of the question.
"Sorry. I fell asleep and was having a nightmare so when you woke me I kinda freaked out " A total lie, but it has to work for now.
"You never have nightmares Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asks concerned. The last time I had nightmares was because some asshole realized he couldn't beat up Xavier for who he was and win, so he decided to start bullying me. Needless to say when my brother found out the kid was in the hospital for quite a while.
Brothers Bond Chapter 1TWINCEST, YAOI AND SOME LANGUAGE. NOT MUCH THOUGH. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
Twins are always close, but I think Xavier and I beat everyone. In a family so big you have to be close to someone. A mom, a dad, seven boys, and a girl. Well, not seven boys yet. Christophé is due in a month. I feel bad for him and Anastasia, they're the only ones without a twin. Xavier and I are the oldest. Technically I'm older, but he says it doesn't count because I was supposed to be a girl. I don't know how that makes any sense either so don't bother asking me. Xavier could convince the entire world that the sky was green by simply batting his eyes.
My mom calls him "the charmer" of the family, which is just an excuse for being deceitful. My mom says he's actually wrong about the girl thing, but I still believe him, because I do look a lot more like a girl. Xavier is the charming, manly, outgoing twin. I'm shy and Xavier says I look just like a girl. He also says I'm smart, but I don't think so. With
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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