Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Dreams

It was him again; his older brother. The one he missed more than anything. He knew it was impossible to see him again. He was at the funeral after all; he'd watched his brother get buried. It was impossible. Yet, here he was. Standing right in front of him with that same smile on his face and his right hand stretched out to him.

"Come back with me." He said again for the fourth or fifth time- Spartos lost count.

"I- I can't." He refused with much reluctance.

His brother's smile faded and he lowered his hand. "That's too bad, Spar. I would've really liked to see you again, my little brother."

Spartos blinked some. "But you'll come back again, won't you? To see me again, like now?"

Mystras shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't. So I'll ask one more time-" Again, with the smile and the hand.

Spartos glanced at his hand before back at his face. "I... I can't, Brother. I have to stay here with Sinbad, and the others."

"Ah, so Sinbad comes before Sharrkan? How disappointing for him."

Spartos blinked and flushed considerably. "How did you.."

Mystras smiled more. "I've been watching you of course. I may be gone- but I'm still your big brother." He grinned and ruffled Spartos' hair. "He's a good catch~ Not exactly what I'd expected from you.. But good nonetheless~"

Spartos flushed again and nodded. "Yeah.. I.."

"You love him~" Mystras grinned knowingly.

The younger sibling nodded again. "Yeah.."

Mystras sighed some, taking a few steps back from him. "I understand then. I'll still miss ya, Spar~" He smiled fondly. "You've grown up really fast, y'know."

"Well, a lot happens when you're gone for ten years."

The elder laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah.. Sorry.." He looked back to Spartos, straightening up again. "Anyway, it's time for me to go."

Spartos' eyes widened a little. "Wait.. No- Stay, please. Just a little longer." He frowned, tears clinging to his eyelashes at the mere thought of losing his brother again.

"Have to, Spar. You know this is just a dream." Mystras reached out to hug his sibling.

"Wait, Mystras. Please!" Spartos pleaded.

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"...tos. Spartos!" The next thing he knew, it was Sharrkan right in front of him- not Mystras.

The redhead blinked bleary eyes. "Huh..?"

"You were having a nightmare again." Sharrkan said, frowning as he gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs. "Are you okay?"

"I'm.. fine." Spartos answered, reaching up to gently grab Sharrkan's arm. "Was I speaking again?"

The white-haired male nodded. "You kept saying your brother's name.."

Spartos sighed some, looking at his knees. "I'm sorry I woke you."

Sharrkan shook his head and pulled him into a tight hug, caressing the back of his head gently. "Don't be. I'm glad to help you."

Spartos blinked a little before returning the embrace, nuzzling his nose into his shoulder. "Mm.. Thank you, Sharrkan." He said softly, shutting his eyes. He could feel his still-wet eyelashes on the tops of his cheeks. Sharrkan's warm hand rubbed circles into his lower back, earning a light sigh from the redhead.