Just know that I have a strange and passionate love for Dakota, Castor, and Pollux.
Pollux's energy was draining. He didn't want to fight anymore. Why was he even fighting? What was the point when they were going to die soon?
Castor and Dakota were shoulder to shoulder to him, fighting beside him despite the fact that they were never the type to fight. But Pollux supposed this particular situation could be an exception.
Pollux's stomach was in a big knot and he just wanted to take a long swig of wine and take a nap and then wake up the next day and hang out with his brothers.
Flashes of people marched around the brothers. Pollux was getting dizzy. Due to his head spinning, he lost his footing. Thankfully, Castor was there to catch him. Castor has been here for him since forever, and vise versa.
Castor's blonde hair was wild and croaked with blood and dirt. That was only a blur. The one clear thing he could see was Castor's violet eyes. The ones the twins shared.
Pollux remembered before Dakota was born the twins would hold onto each other during the night when the Grecian storms got bad. They were born in the castle, and never got the proper love that a child craved, so they found it in each other. Their mother died from birthing them, and out of pure grief of her death, the boys' father impregnated another woman and then came Dakota. Dakota's mom also died while giving birth. Dionsyus then ignored them for the rest of his life until his death a few years later.
Castor and Pollux never saw Dakota as not family, he was family, and family had to stay together.
Pollux grabbed Dakota's arm. His little brother looked over at him, and the only clear thing was his blue eyes. Blue and violet.
Pollux has never seen Dakota look so scared. He glanced at Castor, and his eyes were shining with tears.
"Don't be sad..." Pollux said in a daze. He didn't want his twin to be sad.
Pollux stood up unsteadily, still holding onto both of his brothers. Pollux brought them closer to him.
His instincts went off like crazy. Fight. Don't die! Come on!
But he knew this battle was a lost cause. And instead of being taken away be Romans to become a slave yet again, he would go down with the people he loved. He wasn't loosing them. Dakota and Castor must've thought the same thing because they didn't move. They stayed there. They were beside him. They weren't leaving. Not like his mom or dad.
He heard a coughing sound beside him. Dakota was spilling out blood from his stomach.
"Love you, guys...." he said before the weight of his body felt heavy in Pollux's arms.
But he didn't cry. He didn't norm. He couldn't. His mind was empty, he didn't feel a thing.
It was just Castor and Pollux now. It was going to end where it stared.
A groan emitted from Castor. A blade was in his shoulder. He looked right at Pollux. Those violet eyes...
"See you in the next world." Castor choked out. "Love you..."
Two heavy and limp bodies in his arms. He fell to his knees, holding onto their bodies.
"Love you too, brothers..." Pollux gasped before getting stabbed by a knife in the back. "Can't wait to see you again."
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I vibe with Pollux, Castor, and Dakota friendship. We 🤝
Gosh you probably hate me rn and I don't blame you. It only gets worse so you've been warned.
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On a side note, ya'll need a nickname. You've endured my terrible writing for this long and you need a rewarding title.
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