I would’ve expected Zane to last longer but yknow. this happened.

Zander: * He didn’t say anything or show any signs of acknowledging Ice, just started laughing softly under his breath, not letting go of Zane. *

( don’t you dare ask if he’s okay his brother just died in his arms. ) Zander: * He was just plain laughing now. *

Zander: * He didn’t look at him. For some reason he was smiling. *

Zander: * He knew he was there. * ( a h hugging him is basically feeling his ribs when you think about it )

( l o v e l y ) Zander: “.... Y-You d-dont k-kn-know wha-what h-he m-me-mea-meant t-to m-m-me.. “ * He didn’t see why he shouldn’t speak. When he thought about it, it was just pain. He was used to pain whether he liked it or not. He saw it as a way of life. And besides, it couldn’t be as bad as what Zane felt. He’d died, Zander had it. Pain. Pain was something Zander didn’t understand. If it was your body’s warning to stop doing something, like touching something hot and burning yourself, Why did some people get it for no reason? Why did you feel it for so long afterwards? Why did he feel it all the time? He wanted answers but didn’t want people to be too concerned, but then again, they were always concerned. *

Zander: * He smiled. There was nothing Ice could do. Zane was dead, and that was that. * ( fun fact, Zane was originally gonna be a ghost that the rest of the family was trying to revive the entire time. Not disturbing at aLL- That’s why I was comfortable killing him off, since he was originally gonna be dead anyway. *

Zander: “... I-Im f-fine.. “ * He smiled. *

Zander: * He was silent for a few minutes. * “.. He w-was my b-brother.. A-and a m-murderer.. b-but mom n-never k-knew.. “ * He smiled at that last part. *

Zander: * He didn’t really react. *

Zander: * It wasn’t comforting him. It looked like it was making him more upset, he was clinging to Zane harder. * ( most things that calm him down are things that his family used to do. Humming calms him down usually because it’s how his mother calmed him down. Zane always ruffled Zander’s hair and held his hands, in the future that might comfort him but as of now it’ll make him upset. )

Zander: * He wasn’t speaking anymore. *

( a h so he’s gotten into the habit of wearing black sleeves now? convenient. ) Zander: “..”

( o h ) Zander: * He started crying again. *

Zander: * He didn’t want Ice to be dragged into this. *

Zander: * He started laughing again. *

Zander: “ S-Stop.. “

Zander: “ I-I’m o-o-ok-oka-“ * He started coughing up blood again. * ( I forgot when he talks it feels like he’s pouring molten nails down his throat. Oop- )

( o o p - - ) Zander: “ I-I’m f-fi-fin-fine.. I-It-It’s o-oka-okay.. “

Zander: * He whimpered a little. He had cuts on his chest and the blood was starting to seep through the fabric. He himself had gotten pretty hurt too, he had his head lowered because his neck was bruised from one of the hands. * “... T-The f-fun-funny th-thin-thing i-is.. I-it’s e-enti-entirel-entirely m-my f-fau-fault.. “

ty uwu

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that’s not what’s happening here-