❛ Let me be, I won’t lose control to YOU. I don’t know what you’ve done to me or how you’ve managed to keep me here, but mark my words, I won’t be held captive in my own mind! You underestimate the perception of the people around me, you WILL get caught and they’ll find a way to stop whatever you’re doing if I don’t take you down with me first. I’ll never stop fighting you, not while there’s still the slightest chance of me defeating you!”
The words falling empty from his lips were strung out on false BRAVADO, trembling in the space between them as they rang out only to be swallowed by the void surrounding their figures. He was all too aware of his limitations and how his strength was not only being sapped like oxygen to a GREEDY wildfire by the malignant presence that had seized momentary control of his limbs and plucked them as easily as puppet strings on all too breakable wire, but by the mere continuation of his attempts to break through the paralysis of his own will. Time was not on his side and his options were WANING thin, air bubbles being pushed out of his reach as he slowly drowned in his own inability to act. But there was always that last plan carved from heart wrenching desperation; would he be strong enough to gamble on it?
THE SMIRK THAT CONTROLLED HIS FACE WAS NO LESS THAN menacing. His laughter was mocking, thickened with with AMUSEMENT &he considers dropping the topic all together. To ignore his ranting would’ve been better, but the mere SATISFACTION Abel received out of his double’s unfortunate tellings was too expensive to pass up. ❝Dare you say that you stand a chance against me, Ethan? Must you be reminded that we are ONE ENTITY; that I am none other than your darkest half?—! ❞
HIS JOY WAS SKYROCKETING. The way he leaned forward, brushing his lips against the other’s ear, just wasn’t enough to fuel his hunger for POWER; Abel was to prove his ROYALTY. His voice drops a chord as he speaks. ❝You don’t need about to lose control to me; you already have. Don’t you see it? I am in control. & nobody knows it. Wanna try taking me down? Bring a bed into here, then we’ll talk, Abel laughs through his words, walking away from his twin. His eyes linger on his nails with false interest. ❝Listen, I’ll take good careof your friends. Cain’s is easy enough to satisfy— show him your ass & he shuts up— so don’t CRY too much, okay?
He chose this path. This was what he had wanted-- what he had dreamed of being. He worked && he fought, yes, child, he's fought through it all. && this is who he want to be, he knows this is who he must be, but things have changed; he has more to lose, now.
He has so much more to lose, now, boy. He wants to protect everyone, though he's not so sure you can. He have doubt in your heart but he goes on with him because losing is not an option for him. It isn't an option for his partner, either, but it's better that way; he is your fuel. He is your sun.
His name is Ethan, but they've given him the task name 'ABEL.' The fighter he's been paired with has become the force behind his power && his lover. He cannot let him down. This is his chance to protect who he loves.
HE IS THE BOY WITH THE SPIRIT OF ICARUS.
THE FIRES THAT RAGED THROUGH ALEXANDRIA STARTED AT YOUR FINGERTIPS (ECLIPSE.)
He can't control it; he isn't who he is supposed to be. He is wrong for what he does, he know this & it's painful, not being able to stop hurting everyone he knows. He might kill each person in his path, & he's determinded to fight fire with fire. & If it is himself that stands in his way, then it is him that must perish.
BETWEEN THE PAGES OF FATE (MODERN.)
He is a boy who lives in his dreams. His life is built on them, just as his books are. A writer, a famous one at that, he is, though he says he only publishes his dreams to share with others. He hold each dream dear to him & does not believe that they aren't anything less than visions. He does not understand them, nor do many others; but he knows the future sits in his palms.
WITH A HALO THE COLOR OF SIN (GANGSTA.)
( based off the SF fic, By Your Side )
A tough battle it's always been, between the Alliance LLC and the Colteron. He stands as a Navigator, a normal, paired with a twilight he was supposedly obliged to name his Fighter. A war for territory, against anti-twilights that plage the lands; is the fight worth it?
&& WHAT IF THE STORM ENDS (SNK.)
They were forced to do it. After the serum had been leaked to create titan shifters out of orphaned children, they had no other choice. They made a sub-group within the Scouting Legion, of which goes by the name The Alliance. They call their soliders Navigators, their shifter to be Fighters. They train the atifcials into war objects, into weaponry they had chain to bed. It is where he works, where he trains with a shifter named Cain. They've become one of the best, but one of them is bound to die.
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