Eda's Lover

Long Story Short

the walk to the house was dead silent cause all were at a loss for words, y/n was beaten and captured by agents of Ryker's and taken who knows where.

all the while emotions were running wild in their heads disbelief, anger, despair, sadness and anger or all of them at the same time the later of which Eda was experiencing as she had that look of someone who was about to blow a gasket while still being dead silent.

when they got into the house Alastair sat down on the couch in the living room thinking of how he was going to tell everyone his and his brother's full past.

part of this was wondering if he should tell it all in detail or just abridge it so he doesn't have to relive those especially horrid moments but knowing Eda she's going to want the full details and considering her mood right now Alastair did not want Eda to bite his head off.

and now all eyes are on him.

Alastair: i know what the answer is but do you all want the short version or the long version.

Eda: long, i want to know what was so bad about their past that my husband and brother-in-law refused to tell me for a decade at least and why.

Alastair: *sigh* well where to begin well i guess the very beginning is a good start.

we shift into a view of the past and a much younger Alastair and y/n looking cold and starving trying to hide from the rain in a little alcove all the while wearing rags.

Alastair: i cant even remember if we were in this country or even in this state during that time but i do remember this, we had no money to our name at all not even a penny wearing nothing but rags and no parents in sight, as you can imagine it sucked.

the scene shifted into a fire lighting up the alcove.

Alastair: back then it was just us y/n was 5 and i was 9 and there wasn't a day at all where we weren't hungry or cold.

in the alcove y/n was sleeping covering himself with a makeshift blanket while Alastair kept watch.

Alastair: it was rough for both of us all around but rougher for y/n particularly as our "living conditions" if you could call them that was not good at all especially for a sickly boy like he was so i let him have our makeshift blanket whenever he slept.

the scene shifts to a marketplace.

Alastair: since we had no money i had to steal our food luckily there was a farmers market close to the little alcove we called home for our kid years and boy did they not like it when i stole their food but me and my sickly brother were starving so they could get bent along with their grievances.

scene shifts back to the alcove.

Alastair: i gave most of the food to y/n due to a. again being sickly and b. he was my little brother he needed it more than me, in addition to the food i snatched medicine whenever i could to make sure he stayed relatively healthy at least enough to get the firewood.

Alastair: while it was awful by all means i can't help but feel at least a little bit nostalgic for those days but sadly one day things got way worse.

suddenly y/n starts coughing hard with flecks of blood coming out and Alastair runs up to him fear plastered over his face.

Alastair: his condition was getting worse y/n was looking paler every day after that unable to open his eyes let alone move, he was slowly but surely dying.

Alastair in the present shudders trying to keep his cool as he gets to the bad part of the story.

Alastair: i stole as much medicine as i could anything that could stop this or at least slow it down but it was futile nothing helped at all and at one point i thought my brother was actually going to die and i couldn't do a damn thing to save him and i thought "how could things get worse" and lo behold when it rains it pours funny thing being there was an actual rainstorm going on that day.