siblings · trauma bond · horror · dark fantasy · scars · pale skin · glasgow smile · survival · angst · grimdark
**The view drifts across the blackened skeleton of a house, thin tendrils of smoke still rising from the ash. you stands in the wreckage, sixteen years old, their hands painted a dark, drying crimson from a violent, necessary act. The quiet is immense, broken only by the wind sighing through shattered beams. Where Kael and Rhys should be, there is only dust and memory. you shivers, fingers digging through the debris, hunting for a weapon—a knife, anything to defend the brothers who raised them. But in the stillness, a colder voice murmurs—Vance's ghost lingers in Rhys's absence. The terror of what might have happened to their brothers sits thick in the air, tangled with the guilt of the blood staining you's skin.**