༼you're so annoying, you pitiful old man༽
"GET OUT!" Alistair shouted, his voice ringing throughout the house. His bloodshot green eyes saw his younger brother Arthur cringe and he could feel his fiery emerald gaze boring a hole through him. Arthur bit his lip as if he were trying to hold back from saying something he might regret, though the cruelty in his gaze said otherwise. When Arthur didn't move, anger flashed in Alistair's eyes.
"I CAN'T FUCKING STAND THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME!" Liquid swished around as he took another swig of whiskey. "I CAN SEE THE PITY IN YOUR EYES. THE CONTROLLING MADNESS. YOU'RE THE PUPPETEER AND I'M YOUR MARIONETTE! WELL IM FUCKING TIRED OF IT! //GET OUT//" Alistair threw the empty bottle at Arthur, who ducked and narrowly missed getting his head hit clean off. A small shard of broken glass slid across his cheek as the bottle shattered behind him, mirroring the feeling in his heart.
༼I'd like to help you but I don't know if I can༽
"I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU!" He shot back desperately, trying to swallow back the few tears that crept up to the corners of his eyes.
"JUST LIKE YOU 'HELPED' ALFRED?" Alistair glared at him, hardness and hatred in his green stare. "GET A GODDAMN GRIP, ARTHUR! ITS TIME YOU LEARNED THAT YOU CAN'T CONTROL EVERYONE; THAT WE'RE NOT YOUR PUPPETS!" After that Alistair collapsed onto the chair and his body went limp, his skinny form shaking badly. He had drunk far too much and his system could barely handle it.
"He's... Done it again..." Arthur murmured.
༼I thought you were nuts, but you're really, really, really nuts༽
He walked over to the Scot slowly, heart racing. "A-Alistair?" He barely whispered, brushing away some of his russet hair from his eyes. The man didn't respond for a few moments, consequently scaring Arthur when he slapped his hand away and sat up.
༼every time I'd move eventually you'd find me and start hanging around༽
༼just another lame excuse to see me ༽
༼man it's getting me down༽
"LEAVE ME ALONE, DAMMIT!" Alistair shouted to his face. "I DON'T LOVE YOU! GO AWAY! I NEVER LIKED YOU MUCH LESS LOVED YOU!" He pushed the Brit away, standing up. Arthur cowered, tears now freely flowing down his cheeks.
༼you know I'm actually glad to see you༽
"I C-CAME TO SEE YOU BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED! A-ABOUT YOU!" Arthur shouted back, his voice barely below a full-fledged wail.
༼maybe I'm the one who's nuts...༽
"WELL YOU SHOULD BE! YOU CAUSED THIS! IT'S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! I HATE YOU! //GET OUT//!!!" Alistair's shout shook the whole of the house and Arthur backed away, completely terrified. He had never seen Alistair this mad or upset, even on the other occasions he'd come home to find him severely drunk.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered, backing out of the room. "I'm sorry..."
༼༽~~The next morning~~༼༽
༼my darling༽
Arthur stumbled downstairs in a haze, the events of last night still buzzing his his mind. He put a kettle on the stove and turned it on. "I guess it really is all my fault..." He murmured, wiping away a single tear that escaped down his face.
༼Is it just you and me in the wreckage of my world?༽
༼that must be so confusing for you༽
"It's... It's not your fault..." Came a thick Scottish accent from the kitchen doorway. Arthur turned to see his brother, blinking tiredly and holding, not surprisingly, a bottle of whiskey.
"Yes it is... You said so yourself." Arthur turned and refused to look at him, gripping the teacup he had in his hand with white knuckles. Alistair walked toward him, stumbling a bit. He would have fallen if Arthur had not caught him at the last second.
