“I am going to kill Father.” Lukas' voice was void of emotion, but his eyes flickered with fury as he ushered Emil into the room.
“Not 'til I get a chance,” Soren countered. Still, if Lukas was that upset... Soren's gaze went to the door, watching for Berwald and his precious cargo.
“S'alright, Matt,” Berwald's deep voice came from the doorway, Matthew's trembling body cradled against his shoulder. “Won't let 'im near ya 'gain.”
“He asleep?” Soren pushed himself up with his elbows until he was sitting on the bed, letting the twins curl back up against him in his new position.
“Hardly,” Berwald muttered, using one hand to pull the covers down in the bed just across from where Soren and the twins were sprawled out. “Should've made him sleep though. We're gonna hav'ta start all over with him now.” Shaking his head, he laid Matthew onto the bed, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead before pulling the blanket back up.
“What happened?” As cold as it might seem, Matthew was used to hearing how it was his birth that had killed Dad, and even if he needed constant reaffirmation that his brothers would always love him, it had been almost a year since the Story had really affected him.
“We were saying good night, and Father snapped out of it long enough to see Matthew, and then he started talking about how beautiful he was, 'just like my Alfred',” Lukas sneered, his hands twisting and curling like he was fighting the urge to light the room on fire – he probably was, considering this was more emotion than he usually showed in a week. “You should have seen the look in his eyes, Soren. He's not sane. I think he really thought that Matthew was Dad.”
“He didn't...” Oh, gods. Soren didn't want to believe it, because as much as he hated Arthur, the man was still their father, but Berwald just looked at him, angry and scared and worried, and Soren knew that it was no lie.
It was that look, the look of a child who needed to know what to do, coming from Berwald, who had always seemed so much older than Soren despite being a year younger, that kept Soren from completely losing his temper.
Then Matthew whimpered and shoved the blankets away, face still streaked with drying tears as he reached up, silently pleading for Berwald to hold him again.
They couldn't stay like this forever, Soren thought as he watched Berwald give in to the wide-eyed plea, whispering some quiet words into Matthew's ear that seemed to calm him.
Arthur hadn't touched Matthew – if he had tried, Lukas wouldn't just be talking about killing him because he would have already burnt the body after Berwald had snapped his neck– but Matthew was so desperate for his father's love that if Arthur got him alone for a moment, he might very well go along with whatever Arthur wanted.
“We're not staying here.” Eleven years, Soren had dreamed of leaving, though he'd always cared too much for his brothers to follow through with the plans he'd made. But if Arthur had finally noticed Matthew's resemblance to the lost Queen as more than a cause of pain, Father or not, it was only a matter of time before he forgot himself completely, and Soren would tie his brothers up and carry them away in sacks before allowing them to be hurt. “Not if Arthur's finally snapped.”
“M'sorry!” Matthew squeaked, burrowing into Berwald's arms with a sob.
“No!” Soren hissed as his anger seeped into the word, Matthew flinching into Berwald's chest. Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, Soren waved Tino out of his way, standing and moving to Berwald's side, resting his hand on Matthew's shoulder. “No, Baby Bear, it's not your fault. You did nothing.”
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The Power in Silence - Part 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-23 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)“Not 'til I get a chance,” Soren countered. Still, if Lukas was that upset... Soren's gaze went to the door, watching for Berwald and his precious cargo.
“S'alright, Matt,” Berwald's deep voice came from the doorway, Matthew's trembling body cradled against his shoulder. “Won't let 'im near ya 'gain.”
“He asleep?” Soren pushed himself up with his elbows until he was sitting on the bed, letting the twins curl back up against him in his new position.
“Hardly,” Berwald muttered, using one hand to pull the covers down in the bed just across from where Soren and the twins were sprawled out. “Should've made him sleep though. We're gonna hav'ta start all over with him now.” Shaking his head, he laid Matthew onto the bed, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead before pulling the blanket back up.
“What happened?” As cold as it might seem, Matthew was used to hearing how it was his birth that had killed Dad, and even if he needed constant reaffirmation that his brothers would always love him, it had been almost a year since the Story had really affected him.
“We were saying good night, and Father snapped out of it long enough to see Matthew, and then he started talking about how beautiful he was, 'just like my Alfred',” Lukas sneered, his hands twisting and curling like he was fighting the urge to light the room on fire – he probably was, considering this was more emotion than he usually showed in a week. “You should have seen the look in his eyes, Soren. He's not sane. I think he really thought that Matthew was Dad.”
“He didn't...” Oh, gods. Soren didn't want to believe it, because as much as he hated Arthur, the man was still their father, but Berwald just looked at him, angry and scared and worried, and Soren knew that it was no lie.
It was that look, the look of a child who needed to know what to do, coming from Berwald, who had always seemed so much older than Soren despite being a year younger, that kept Soren from completely losing his temper.
Then Matthew whimpered and shoved the blankets away, face still streaked with drying tears as he reached up, silently pleading for Berwald to hold him again.
They couldn't stay like this forever, Soren thought as he watched Berwald give in to the wide-eyed plea, whispering some quiet words into Matthew's ear that seemed to calm him.
Arthur hadn't touched Matthew – if he had tried, Lukas wouldn't just be talking about killing him because he would have already burnt the body after Berwald had snapped his neck– but Matthew was so desperate for his father's love that if Arthur got him alone for a moment, he might very well go along with whatever Arthur wanted.
“We're not staying here.” Eleven years, Soren had dreamed of leaving, though he'd always cared too much for his brothers to follow through with the plans he'd made. But if Arthur had finally noticed Matthew's resemblance to the lost Queen as more than a cause of pain, Father or not, it was only a matter of time before he forgot himself completely, and Soren would tie his brothers up and carry them away in sacks before allowing them to be hurt. “Not if Arthur's finally snapped.”
“M'sorry!” Matthew squeaked, burrowing into Berwald's arms with a sob.
“No!” Soren hissed as his anger seeped into the word, Matthew flinching into Berwald's chest. Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, Soren waved Tino out of his way, standing and moving to Berwald's side, resting his hand on Matthew's shoulder. “No, Baby Bear, it's not your fault. You did nothing.”