He feels his brother. Both in memory and in reality as he enters the room that was no longer a room. Michael turns his head slightly, the memory continuing to play over and over, even after he stops playing his part.
This was hard for Michael, having this memory, his happiest and best time played out for him vividly as if it were happening again. It reminded him of the years of his existence spent wasted, or ruined, by his own actions. It reminded him of the fact that this was his brother, his twin, and he'd lost him through no one's fault but his own.
He was supposed to be the older brother, the strong one, to do what was right, but where was the line, when should he cross it. Michael had been the good son, did what his father had asked of him, enjoyed it even, and he'd pushed Gabriel away to do so. Then later, and yet again, he stood opposite his twin, and put an even larger divide between them.
Michael never wanted that. He didn't know how to do what he thought was right, and to honor himself, while still having his brother. This memory only made his confusion, indecision, and guilt that much stronger, potent.
Heavy.
He can see him now, though he's not sure for a moment if the full connection between, their bond, is the memory of it in this room, or their broken bond now restored. Michael reaches out his hand, harm held still in the air, inviting him to come in out of Wonderland, wanting nothing more than to have Gabriel join him in this better time.
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He feels his brother. Both in memory and in reality as he enters the room that was no longer a room. Michael turns his head slightly, the memory continuing to play over and over, even after he stops playing his part.
This was hard for Michael, having this memory, his happiest and best time played out for him vividly as if it were happening again. It reminded him of the years of his existence spent wasted, or ruined, by his own actions. It reminded him of the fact that this was his brother, his twin, and he'd lost him through no one's fault but his own.
He was supposed to be the older brother, the strong one, to do what was right, but where was the line, when should he cross it. Michael had been the good son, did what his father had asked of him, enjoyed it even, and he'd pushed Gabriel away to do so. Then later, and yet again, he stood opposite his twin, and put an even larger divide between them.
Michael never wanted that. He didn't know how to do what he thought was right, and to honor himself, while still having his brother. This memory only made his confusion, indecision, and guilt that much stronger, potent.
Heavy.
He can see him now, though he's not sure for a moment if the full connection between, their bond, is the memory of it in this room, or their broken bond now restored. Michael reaches out his hand, harm held still in the air, inviting him to come in out of Wonderland, wanting nothing more than to have Gabriel join him in this better time.