Markus was quiet, sniffing, the last of his tears running down his cheeks.
“I- I… I’m blind..”, he mumbled quietly. He needed to tell him, he was here, and he was looking at him, and Markus couldn’t see anything. It was just dark -his room was dark too, curtains drawn.
“I’m sorry… I… you must hate me…”.
Markus could barely get himself too calm. He felt terrible, and he was just glad that Daniel didn’t seem to hate him, and was actually glad to meet him.
“I.. I don’t want to move… please…”, Markus mumbled. He felt a little light headed too, but nothing really bad. He just didn’t want to move and feel worse.
“Bathroom has stuff… to clean and bandage.”, he muttered, not moving away from Daniel’s chest.„Its okay dear. I’ll just get up real quick to grab the things, Alright?“ he asked softly and gave him a warm smile before he gently laid him down on the bed and instructed him to relax for a bit.
He quickly rushed to the bathroom and grabbed everything he needed before he came back and patched him up.
“Okay…”, Markus mumbled quietly. He hesitantly let go of Daniel and let him get up, moving so he was sitting on the bed. He didn’t bother looking up when Daniel came back, letting him take his arms to take care of him. Multiple deep cuts covering both of his wrists, still dripping with blood steadily.
He winced when Daniel pressed onto them to stop the bleeding, bandaging them up tightly.
Markus could barely get himself too calm. He felt terrible, and he was just glad that Daniel didn’t seem to hate him, and was actually glad to meet him.
“I.. I don’t want to move… please…”, Markus mumbled. He felt a little light headed too, but nothing really bad. He just didn’t want to move and feel worse.
“Bathroom has stuff… to clean and bandage.”, he muttered, not moving away from Daniel’s chest.
Arthur watched scribbling appear instead of what Agnes had tried to write.
“Just scribbles.”, he replied. He guessed it was because technically Markus could have been able to somehow find out her name with that, even if he couldn’t read it.“I can’t even tell you who I am, since you’d be able to find me and then him.”.
Agnes cussed quietly and washed it off. “Alright. It was worth a try. I don’t get why it was censored, it wasn’t the name I go by now…” She sighs softly, then washes off the lettering.
“Are you from America as well?” She wondered why he could see, but his brother couldn’t. “Why is your handwriting so good?”
Arthur hummed lightly after he read aloud what she had written.
“We’re twins. I write a lot, and I like calligraphy.”, Arthur wrote back. He grabbed for his calligraphy pen, so he could write the word calligraphy again, but in pretty.
“Too bad I can’t tell her you’re blind.”, he sighed, turning back to his own arms for now.
“It’d make life easier.”, Markus mumbled. He was glad he knew what they were talking about, even if he couldn’t join. So he continued drawing on his arm while Arthur wasn’t writing on him.
Elvin took the bread from her, curious. “So you put things on bread to make it taste better?”, he asked, trying to understand humans a little more. He did curiously try it, though he wasn’t that big a fan of cheese.
“Eating seems like a weird concept to me.”, he hummed, giving her the bread back.
Markus kept his face pressed into his pillow once the call was ended, curled up tightly around it. He listened to the sounds Daniel made, before he heard him in his room.
He stayed quiet when Daniel pulled him close to himself, not wanting to let go of his pillow, or even sit up. He just wanted to lay curled up in bed, even if he wasn’t allowed to bleed to death.
“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here now and I’ll take care of you” he whispered soothingly and brushed through the others hair softly.
“My names Daniel by the way.” He whispered. He smiled warmly down at the other.
Markus shifted, slowly sitting up and instead clinging to Daniel, burrowing his face against his shoulder. He was shaking, trembling, blood smeared over his arms and staining the pillow and blankets deeply.
“I’m sorry..”, he whispered, almost choking on his words. “I- I’m- I’m Markus..”.
Markus kept his face pressed into his pillow once the call was ended, curled up tightly around it. He listened to the sounds Daniel made, before he heard him in his room.
He stayed quiet when Daniel pulled him close to himself, not wanting to let go of his pillow, or even sit up. He just wanted to lay curled up in bed, even if he wasn’t allowed to bleed to death.
“Mh.”, Elvin nodded lightly. Things he had never heard about! He carefully tore off some bread and tried it on its own, humming softly. It was interesting, and he liked that!
“I like new things.”, he hummed with a smile. He was most curious about the fruits, taking a grape and trying it. He took the orange, curiously looking it over.
“Your supposed to do something with it first before eating, right?”, he asked. He didn’t know about peeling things, but the skin of the orange didn’t feel like you should eat it.Elvin curiously looked at his own orange again, carefully pulling out a segment. Huh! This was really interesting. He curiously bit into it, making a face at the taste.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t really like it.”, he said, looking a bit apologetic over to Nox.
Nox giggled at the face he made and reached out to take the orange out of his hand. She saw the apologetic look and smiled softly at him.
“It’s alright, I’m not offended. It’s quite a strong taste, especially of you’re not used to it.” She said “there’s plenty here you can enjoy.”
“What else did you have? Cheese, right?”, Elvin curiously reached for what she had told him earlier was cheese. He wondered how that tasted like. So he curiously took a small piece of it to try, humming lightly.
“The bread is still the best for now.”, he said and chuckled softly.
“I.. I don’t want to, please…”, Markus mumbled. He could barely keep himself from crying, sobbing into his pillow. He just wanted to bleed out and be done with this all. He hated this, he hated himself.
“I don’t.. please.. just let me..”, he cried, clutching his pillow against himself.It did press against his wrists as he held it though. Maybe not quite as good as how Daniel would’ve liked, but better than nothing.
“I won’t let you die. Life will get better. I promise you that.” Daniels soft and soothing voice said from the other side of the phone. He tried his best to get to the others place quickly.
“I’m almost there Okay? Is the door unlocked so I can come in?” He asked as he then parked his car.
Markus decided not to continue arguing, even if his opinion hadn’t been changed.
“It’s locked.”, he mumbled. “There’s a key behind the birdhouse on the tree..”. He was still crying, his voice quiet and strained. He didn’t want to live, he didn’t want to be saved. Even though he knew his brother wouldn’t want him dead either.
“I.. I don’t want to, please…”, Markus mumbled. He could barely keep himself from crying, sobbing into his pillow. He just wanted to bleed out and be done with this all. He hated this, he hated himself.
“I don’t.. please.. just let me..”, he cried, clutching his pillow against himself.It did press against his wrists as he held it though. Maybe not quite as good as how Daniel would’ve liked, but better than nothing.
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