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Sad Brother(FTO S5)

Finale spoiler warning for Divinus Magia. I'm writing this quickly, and am just going to ignore which tense it's in.

I am sad. I refuse to cry... now you all must pay for my sadness XD

Ummm warnings? Sad Branbean... more sad stuffs? Just very sad... don't know if this would count, but a sense of responsibility that someone shouldn't have? I DON'T KNOWWWWW (Let me know if I should add anything). More sad. Mentions torture, but does not go into detail. The deepest it goes is just mentioning what Franchesca(how spell?) did(whip)(&OOC)

No intentional ships... and out of the characters in this oneshot, I only ship two of them with other people(the ones in cannon relationships). Being Ace/Aro myself, I find it kind of disheartening to see characters that identify as that shipped with others. I get enough of that from my mom not believing Aromantics and Asexuals exist. I don't need it in this community as well. Thank you for listening to my ted talk :D

The entire point of this one-shot was for it to be sad. So sad, sad, sad.

Grammarly hates me. Spell check hates me. I hate me. Let's do this you little female Pomeranians(inside joke)! Hope you enjoy!

*****

Brandon sat alone in his room. Two days have passed since he buried his own twin, and the grief was just now really settling in. He had only just woken up, and the distress of his dream was causing him to panic. Although Jupiter could not take control, that did not stop the demon from trying to weaken Brandon's mind. Brandon looked down at his shaky hands. His brother's headband wrapped around his wrist. What if Jupiter was right? What if he was changing too much, to the point he may go back to his old ways? Brandon had worked so very hard to control his anger, yet now he wondered if his success with that would be his downfall.

Brandon reached up to his face, hands quivering, as he felt something warm on his cheeks. Something... wet. Tears? But he has not cried for years, why now? One became two, two became four, four became a hundred. The tears just wouldn't end. Brandon shut his eyes tight, shaking his head and leaning against the wall. He has to stay strong. For the guild. For everyone.

For himself.

He couldn't let his grief get in the way of caring for the guild. He saw what happened when his brother did that. His brother wanted him to be strong. So he would be. He's done it so far, pushing down his feelings, a sense of numbness overwhelming him. So that's what he planned to continue. To make himself numb to the grief. He has to. He's already lost so much. Growing up, the only thing to keep him sane, to keep him alive, was his twin. When he was severely depressio expressio, his brother was the one to bring him back. The torturous childhood was only survivable with him by his side. When the two came to the new world, they had lost everything that they ever knew to be true. They lost everything but each other. They were each other's anchors, the only controlled variable.

But now that chain had snapped.

Brandon wondered if this is how his brother had felt when he had gone missing. Had he felt this lost, this alone? Did he, also, feel like nothing would ever go back to the old times?

Yet Brandon knew it wasn't the same.

Brandon knew his brother wasn't coming back. His twin had known that Brandon wasn't dead and that they would eventually find him. But Brandon knew the truth of this situation.

Ritchie was never coming back.

*****

David paced the main hall, his thoughts running circles around his brain. (Random head cannon... David gets a brain freeze when stressed). His head hurt. As he paced, a certain statue kept catching his eye whenever he walked past the door, and his worry escalated. Two wizards entered the hall, sharing quiet words, yet stopped as they saw the ice devil slayer speeding towards them.