Stronger than Blood - Sanders Sides

Chapter Two

Roman was working with Thomas. He was sitting on the head of the couch, looking down at his host's computer over his shoulder. Scriptwriting was no easy task, but it had to be done. The two had been going about this all morning. Things were starting to get tedious, but they both knew how rewarding scriptwriting was at the end of the day.

The creative prince could tell his host was growing exhausted. Thomas' head would slowly nod down before shooting back up. It only happened a couple of times, but before long, it began to become a common thing. "Getting tired, Thomas?" Roman finally asked, shaking his poor hosts' shoulder.

Thomas' head shot right back up. Half lidded eyes met Roman's. All energy was completely drained from Thomas' eyes. His hair was slightly astray and one of his eyes were twitching. The prince glanced at the clock on Thomas' computer. 11:42 pm.

"Oh golly. I'm so sorry, Thomas. I've kept you up for hours!" Roman apologized, hopping off the back of the couch.

"It's no problem, Roman. I got a little carried away too." The tired man slurred. He removed the laptop from his lap, pushing himself off the old, faux fur couch. It must've been too fast for Thomas as he had to lean into Roman to keep himself from falling back over.

The prince tightly grabbed him. Slowly, he lead Thomas up the stairs and to his room. Gently, he placed his host on his bed. As soon as Thomas hit the sheets, he was asleep. Roman smiled a little, helping the poor man remove his shoes.

Before sinking into his home, Roman gave one last look at his sleeping host. Dramatically, the creative side waved his hand over Thomas' head. Like a Disney movie, some red magic flowed freely from Roman's hand. As it danced across Thomas' head, a faint smile grew on his lips. "Have happy dreams, Thomas." Roman hummed before sinking out.

As Roman popped up in his room, he took a relaxed breath. The white walls and gold trim of his room always filled him with pure happiness. The royal read curtains and sheets of his bed. The thousands of posters he had displayed on one wall like a classic diner. Everything about his room was a castle, and he was the king.

The prince collapsed onto his bed, listening to puff of air come from his feather comforter. He could feel each individual bone settle as he gave into relaxation. He took a breath, shutting his eyes. It felt good to complete a long day's work.

He shot up with a sudden burst of fear when he heard a knock at his door. He thought it odd. The knock wasn't coming from his bedroom door. Rather, his closet door.

Confusion struck the prince. Why was someone in his closet? Better yet, who was in his closet? Roman stood up, taking careful steps as to not make too much noise. He wanted to take his attacker by surprise.

He wrapped his hand around his doorknob, adrenaline pumping through his heart. A deep breath passed through him as he yanked the doorknob down and swung the door open. "Aha!" Roman screamed, hoping to see someone more than the person who was actually in his closet.

There stood Remus, his twin brother. He was in nothing but his brother's underwear and his normal top with one of Roman's sashes running across his chest. "Oh, good evening brother." Remus purred, waving his hand innocently.

"What the hell, Remus? What are you doing here? In my closet no less." Roman growled, putting his hand in front of his face to block the view of his brother's gross legs and half showing ass.

"What? Can't I pay a visit to my brother I miss oh so dearly?" Remus asked, flashing puppy dog eyes.

"Not in my closet!" Roman protested. He soon realized he'd get nowhere by arguing with Remus. He was merely a child with a mustache. "Forget it. If you want to talk, get out of my clothes and talk to me when you're more decent."

"Fine, fine. Whatever you say." With that, Roman shut the door waiting for his brother to get changed. This was the last thing he wanted today. But of course, Remus knew how to get under his brother's skin.

Roughly 5 minutes went by before Remus came back out. Now in his normal black duke outfit and green sash. "So, how was your day?" The duke asked, sitting down on Roman's bed.

"Fine, I guess," Roman said. He felt chills run up his spine. The way Remus was lounging on his bed. Something about his innocent nature. What...what was happening to him? "What do you want?"

"Do I have to want something just to see you? What if I'm just...bored of Deceit? Or bored of watching live rat porn? You're my brother. I want to see you sometimes." The brother shrugged, falling to his stomach to childishly kick his feet in the air. "We don't see each other enough. I say we change that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we were so close when we were one. So in sync with each other. We understood each other. What changed?"

"You know exactly what changed!" Roman spat, crossing his arms. "Thomas grew up. Despite all we knew, we couldn't stop Thomas from thinking the thoughts he was thinking. It was just apart of him growing up." Roman mumbled, gradually looking down at the floor as the memories surrounded him.

"Are you saying you don't miss it?" Remus asked, sounding kind of offended.

"No...not at all. I just...you know it was for the best." He finished. Remus' face shifted downward. Sitting back up, his feet met the floor. Roman watched as he walked over to his brother's dresser. More specifically, the old pictures that sat atop it.

"You never made an attempt to find me. When we were separated. You knew I existed, and you didn't care!" Remus shouted, slamming one of the picture frames on the ground.

"Remus, I'm sorry. You know I am! You know how excited I was when you first reached out to me." Roman pleaded. He could see it in his brother's eyes. Remus knew Roman was correct.

"Do they others know? Do they know that we talk?" Remus asked, looking at the floor. Roman glided over to his brother, limply taking his hand.

"I'd never tell a soul." He promised. Remus made eye contact, his eyebrows pointed downward.

"Let's keep it that way." Remus disappeared in a puff of green smoke before revealing nothing in the remains. It made Roman a little sad to be alone again. He glanced down at the broken picture frame on the ground.

Bending down to pick it up, he saw it was a picture of the two of them. A picture they took after going on an adventure in the imagination like old times. He sighed to himself, hating to admit it.

Remus was right. He missed him.