without me // larceny&auto&vandal jb!blitz

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A tiny hand remains clenched with another’s tiny hand. Anxiety and excitement unraveling through us both in equal form. Polar differences has forever united us as one, while alike we’ll always be within the cores of our souls of one. Is it fear streaming through my veins, or simply panic over the uncertainty of what’s to come? From the earliest memories we had studied the annual Games in precaution to this day being a possibility; while still it’s the first major heist being encountered without proper personal surveillance done prior. Still confidence forbids sweat to breach the pores of my palm from nerves I’ve never been allowed to possess. An underlying hype frames a petite grin subtly across my cheeks. Father may be pissed, perhaps I should be as well, but truly I’m eternally grateful Larceny forbade for me to approach this endeavor alone.

A creek jostles the door to the room we stubbornly enforced that we’d be sharing. Our first intruder welcomingly invades to wish us a farewell. Paint gleams in drying against the clothing and skin upon a half of our older Twins, known as Vandal. Red streaks across his left cheek in a color we’ll see a plethora of in the days to come. Brown coats his hands in a hue that’ll cover ourselves in muck within the events approaching. Black stains his clothes in a tone that foresees the darkness that our futures pertain all the same. While it’s not mere paint that accompanies him, but also a glimpse of a guilt that seems to have overtaken his features.

Were these emotions over his inability to save us from such a fate, or was something more irking at his gut? Words breach from his lips in determination, in a lack of caring of Father’s opinion or the tasks required for his upcoming plan. Eyelids conceal his vision in a pause. By no surprise Vandal had never gave an ounce of concern to Father’s interest, hence the reason Larceny became the heir. But to a certain degree everyone had to follow Father’s command, even Vandal and Arson; while it appears that his approaching speech was going to cross all lines without a shrug. His eye open once more, and even a tiny grin envelopes across his cheeks.

There’s an unexpected confidence that reflects into him, that his younger siblings will return. Suggestions brew from his tongue in possible ways to achieve such, leaving my own smirk to enlarge across my lips. All options are capable within our talents, while not a guaranteed success. But what truly matters, is Vandal’s fear to even lose one of his younger siblings.

“I mean, we will make it back together… It’s whether we’re alive or not, that I’m not quite certain about.” Sarcasm crackles from my denial to get sentimental. Obviously he was implying that we both make it back alive, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with his words. The smile returns to my cheeks in an almost apology. “I know what you’re saying, big bro. And if anyone can achieve such, you know that it’d be us.” Assurance actually manages from my voice in response.

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