Hell Hole

Limb

The previous fright slowly disappeared, leaving White tense. He clung to his brother, not ready to let him go. The creatures were still lurking around the building, making him uneasy. The gang was gathered in the middle of the hall, discussing another step. The light was abandoned outside, and they had no idea if it was still working. At least they knew which one they could use from now on. They all were praising him, but White didn't care. All he wanted now was to curl into the tiny ball under a duvet with his brother and sleep. He was sleepy as the adrenaline left his body. 

"Tired?" Black asked, and White nodded. 

"We can set up the tents and let White sleep." Gumpa proposed. 

"Good idea." Yok grinned as he dragged Gram by hand to the side, pushing one of the bags into his arms. 

"You need to let me go, White. I need to make us a place to sleep." Black nudged his side, but White didn't want to. He was comfortable in his brother's arms. 

"I will do it. Just let him be." Sean spoke up, not waiting for the answer. Black's chest shook with a low growl. It made White chuckle. 

"P'Black. Why you don't like P'Sean?" He asked curiously. 

"He's an asshole." 

"That's not a valid reason, P,'" White argued, blinking at his twin through the glasses. 

"You don't need to know." Black shot back, ignoring his puppy eyes. 

"I like P'Sean, though. He's nice to me." 

"Don't you dare!" Black yelled, tightening his grip on his waist. 

"Mean," White whispered. The yawn escaped his lips, and it didn't get unnoticed by his twin. 

"You fucker, are you done yet? White needs to sleep!" Black shouted at Sean. 

"Fuck you! I am done." Sean retorted, pointing at the tent. White felt his brother move, practically dragging him to the tent. 

"Go in." He pushed him inside gently. White took off his shoes, leaving them outside. He glanced at Sean. The taller was watching him with a kind smile, and White couldn't help to smile back. 

"Thank you, P'Sean." He managed to utter before Black showed him further inside and blocked his view. 

"Anything for you." 

"Fuck off, you asshole, before I punch your ugly mug." Black threatened before he joined White inside, zipping the entrance rather loudly. White observed Sean's shadow hesitating in front of the tent and leaving after a while. The twins lay down on the duvet. Black tucked White in the sleeping bag and removed his glasses.

"Sleep." He ordered. White blinked at his big brother's blurred image, enjoying his presence. 

"What will we do from now on?" He asked. There were so many things that had to be done.

"You don't have to think about anything for now." 

White frowned, he wasn't satisfied with Black's answer, and there was one more thing that bothered him. 

"What about dad?" He dared to ask. 

"What about him?" Black's face darkened. 

"Does he truly think I am dead?" 

"That asshole knows you are alive." Black retorted with so much hate, making him shiver. 

"Don't worry. I will deal with him later." He assured him, pulling his tine frame closer, wrapping his limbs around him. White hummed in response, inhaling his twin's scent. It didn't take much time for him to fall asleep.