07-20-2008, 03:00 AM
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The top of his muzzle crinkled, a disapproving frown on his face. To say he was unhappy to see his brother was an understatement—he had expected the boy to have died by now. He expected them all to be dead. They had crept out like thieves in the night, no goodbye, no reason, just gone. All of them. He hated them. The dominant hand, his left one, curled into a fist. Draco remained remarkably still, right up until his brother started crying. “What the fuck,” he spat, giving the other boy a push on the shoulder. “I know who you are, Jasper. Stop crying.” Rolling his eyes, the red-head shifted his weight and stared down his brother coldly.
I've got to remember this is just a game
The top of his muzzle crinkled, a disapproving frown on his face. To say he was unhappy to see his brother was an understatement—he had expected the boy to have died by now. He expected them all to be dead. They had crept out like thieves in the night, no goodbye, no reason, just gone. All of them. He hated them. The dominant hand, his left one, curled into a fist. Draco remained remarkably still, right up until his brother started crying. “What the fuck,” he spat, giving the other boy a push on the shoulder. “I know who you are, Jasper. Stop crying.” Rolling his eyes, the red-head shifted his weight and stared down his brother coldly.