Author's note: Part 54/??
White was bored. Black forced him back into the bed, and though he had taken a short nap, he was now awake with nothing to do. He considered calling Sean to accompany him but dismissed the idea immediately. Black wouldn't be happy, and White didn't want to disappoint his brother. White shuffled from under the duvet, slipping into Sean's borrowed shoes. They were bigger, so he didn't have much of a problem to put them on. Shoelaces were a different problem. White growled annoyingly, realizing he couldn't tie the shoes without help. He decided to walk without connecting them. Hopefully, he wouldn't trip and break bones.
White slowly walked towards the stairs, listening to a lively bickering coming from downstairs. He recognized Black's and Gram's voices and Sean's laughter.
"Why would we lit the candles?" Black snorted.
"To make dinner pretty?" Gram argued.
"Stupid." Black barked, and White imagined him rolling his eyes.
"But it would be nice." Gram whined. Sean's laughter echoed through the house, making White smile.
"It's just fucking dinner," Black growled. White stopped, grabbing the railing with his uninjured hand. Carefully, he took a first step down. He was afraid the shoes would fall or that he would stumble, and at the same time, he didn't want to bother the arguing trio. He wanted to do things alone, to be independent. White was almost down. There were only two steps left. He looks up happily, searching for his brother and Sean. Finally, the guys spotted him. White let go of the railing, waving at them. It was too late, realizing it was a mistake. The balance was lost, and he wavered. His heart stopped, sensing the inevitable fall. In the corner of his eyes, he caught Black, Sean and Gram running towards him, but he wasn't sure if any of them could make it before he ended up on the floor. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain.
"White!" Black's scared voice cut the silence. His brother's palms touched every inch of his body, searching for the injuries. He felt another set of hands wrapped around his waist, holding him up. White opened his eyes, blinking at the person carrying him.
"You scared us." Sean smiled at him.
"You stupid idiot! You could have gotten hurt! Why didn't you call for help?!" Black shouted. His palms rested on White's cheeks. White felt the tears forming, and out of the habit, he tried to look away.
"You scared me to death." Black breathed out, leaning his forehead against his.
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OffGun September Collection of Drabbles 2023
أدب الهواة✅COMPLETED A collection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships. Based on a prompt list from allourheroes and TitanPandora.
