𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎
𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓?
━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
two broken soul find the same
but different comfort.
Iris Hargreeves, a cold dark soul wanders the world. Dragged by her brother t...
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"Well, rest in peace then."
└── ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ ──┘
"What's your game?" Ben asked Luther, walking around the room.
"Big fan of Yahtzee." Luther jokes. At Ben's unamused expression, Luther shook his head. "You know, old Ben would have laughed at that joke."
"Okay, Gigantor, out with it." Ben sat down across Luther. "What's the details on your family's weird brother Ben fetish?"
"He, you." Luther began softly. "Were the best of us, and you died too soon. The Nyx incident-"
"The what?"
"It doesn't matter. Just know that we were never the same without you. Especially Iris. So, I'll take every second of whatever version you got."
"I'm not him you moron." Ben seethed
"It's obvious, I mean if you were him, Iris would never leave your side. And Our Ben will never left hers. They have always love each other. And would do anything for one another."
"She was in love with your Ben?" Ben asked.
"More than in love. Like you and your Iris." Ben was silent. He don't know what to say. "Ben cared about people. He was selfless and... and kind."
"Don't forget funny." Ben added. Luther chuckled, despite looking down at the floor out of sadness. "You know, maybe, maybe there's a little bit of him inside of you."
"Nope. Not at all." Ben denied.
"Well, genetically you are the same person, just raised in a different environment."
"Oh, here we go." Ben stood up, throwing his hands in the air. "The old nature versus nurture argument."
"Deny it," Luther stood up as well, pressing a single finger against Ben's heart. "But he's in there... somewhere -a deep somewhere underneath all that gel and facial hair. You know if you kept acting like that Iris wouldn't like you back."
"What do you mean?" Ben asked.
"Don't deny it, Ben. I saw how you look at her. It's like a missing feeling, right? You can deny it but I'm telling the truth."
Ben pushed aside Luther's hand. "Okay. I've already had one big dumb brother telling me what to do. I don't need another, but the team might. Grace!" He snapped his fingers.
Grace entered the room, carrying a small rectangular box in her arms.
"Mom?" Luther asked in bewilderment, noticing that one of her eyes were missing. "Are you all right?"
