jasonvtodd asked: “I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever.” young!gray twins
“Matthias, it’s late. You should get back to your own room. Aunt Felicia must not know.” Mark said quietly as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
“It was a nightmare.” stated Matthias. He stared at his twin brother, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened if their house hadn’t caught fire. Would they still be treated badly back home, or would their parents have realized that it was not the right way to treat their own children?
It’d been five years since they had moved to Vesdran, five years since their last nightmare, and five years since they were given a new chance in life.
“It was,” Mark agreed. “And I’m fine, Matthias. You’re tired too. I just need some time alone to calm down, and I’ll go back to sleep.”
Frowning, Matthias crawled into bed next to Mark and pulled him down to lie next to him. He easily draped the duvet over Mark, and stared at him when Mark gave him a questioning, confused look.
“You’re my brother. I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever.” Matthias murmured as he patted Mark’s head. Several emotions flickered through Mark’s eyes at once, and then it settled for comfort and bliss.
If the whole world pointed their guns at Mark, Matthias would kill them one by one for the mere fact that Mark did not deserve any cruelty in his life at all.
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a lot of thanks to @hsinlvegas for always being a bub and telling me where to improve on, and @rawcatlawnchair for being my faux editor. this is the third and final draft for the prologue! ❤️ (alternatively, you can read it on wattpad!)
In a world torn apart by corruption and greed, cities all fed on money. Few cities could proudly say that they were clean and free. Even fewer countries dared to announce their threading on thin ice between corruption and equality. One city, though, that dared to was Vesdran.
With corruption and money in the system, human experimentations were not a surprise. Decades ago before Vesdran was clean from corruption, many families invested in human experimentations that mostly consisted of modifying the genes of their unborn children.
jasonvtodd asked: “If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” Matthias to Mark about Kyran
“He’s nothing but a war prize.”
Those words rang in Matthias’s head for the longest times even after their meeting was over. The drive back to his apartment was supposed to be short, but with the anger fuming inside of him, and the urge to hit something rested heavily in his knuckles made the drive home even longer.
He hated how Mark saw Kyran as nothing but an object when Kyran had already been through so much in his life. Mark would have known what it was like to be objectified as a child, and he should have known what kind of reaction the rest of the team would have given when such words were thrown across the table.
Kyran was nothing like a war prize. He was not property of their enemy, they did not claim him as theirs. Kyran came to them willingly, knowing of the consequences of joining the association to sought for revenge.
It was unfair for Mark to judge Kyran when he already disliked the Ravensky boy when he came into the picture. It was even more unfair now that Mark called him a war prize. Mark never understood Kyran or his intentions, Mark never bothered speaking to Kyran after missions, and even if he did speak to Kyran, it was top with three sentences at most.
Matthias easily slid his car into parking lot once he drove into the apartment’s underground car park, and stayed in there to calm himself down.
But the sight of Mark’s car reversing into a lot raised his anger again. With gritted teeth, Matthias turned off his car and got out. He strode over to Mark’s, where his brother was getting out.
“Surely you aren’t mad about me calling Kyran a war prize–”
Matthias grabbed Mark by the collar of his suit and slammed him up against the pillar next to his car. Mark’s expression was torn between surprise, pain and betrayal as his head met the pillar.
“Matthias, what the fuck–”
“If you say another word about Kyran, you’ll regret it.”
Mark gaped, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously at Matthias. “You’re fucking insane. All because of one boy, you’re actually slamming me up against walls?”
“You don’t even speak to Kyran, or bother to get along with him. What makes you think you can call him a war prize?”
Mark clenched his jaw and stared right into Matthias. Matthias let go of Mark and took a step back, his hands shaking as the rest of his body went cold. His mouth opened, and Mark’s expression faltered.
“The next time you try to objectify Kyran like that, don’t forget what we’ve been through as children.”
jasonvtodd asked: “Don’t touch her/him!” for Gray Twins
Mika skidded to a stop the moment the car exploded. The intense heat scorched her skin, and smoke stung her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes as she raised her arm to protect her eyes. She could hear Kyran coughing out smoke and Matthias’s low growl.
By the time the smoke finally cleared, what remained from that explosion was the Mercedes that didn’t belong to anyone of them, and Mark lying on the floor.
“Mark.” It was barely louder than a whisper, but to Mika, it sounded like the whole world had gone silent, and the only person left speaking was Matthias.
Mika squinted her eyes as she watched Matthias rush forward, stumbling over pieces of rubble from the explosion. It was amazing how one man who wouldn’t bat an eyelash when he murdered someone, wouldn’t even wince when his arm was slashed open, wouldn’t even fumble when the prettiest boy talked to him, was stumbling and tripping over his own feet to get to his brother.
Mika spun around and saw Kyran standing there, his face gone white from shock, except that trickle of blood that ran down the side of his face. Kyran took a step forward, only to fall. Mika rushed to his side, and draped his arm over her shoulder. Kyran blinked, and stared at her with an empty gaze. Mika had never seen such a confused, blank look before.
It was Livvy who was rushing forward that caught Mika’s attention. Livvy, who was wounded herself, agilely stepping over bodies and rubble to get to her best friend’s side.
Livvy was brought to a stop at the sight of Matthias cradling his brother in his arms, his head hung low, his mouth near Mark’s ear. Kyran inhaled sharply, and Mika whipped her attention back to him so quickly, her hair got caught in her face.
“Matthias,” Kyran winced as he stepped forward. Mika glanced down, and saw him bleeding on his side. She was about to say something when Kyran shook his head and continued, “Mark needs medical attention. If he doesn’t get it, Matthias will never forgive himself.”
“You’re bleeding,” Mika stated. Kyran stared at her with his mouth slightly agape and gaze blank.
“Never mind me.” He shook his head. Mika would have said more, but a crunch took her attention back to Livvy, and she was appalled at the sight of Matthias’s dry, red eyes, and Mark’s unmoving body.
“Matthias, hand Mark to me,” Livvy said quietly, as she stood in front of them, about to kneel down.
“Get away from us.” He growled out, and Kyran was struggling under Mika’s arms.
“Kyran-!”
“Don’t touch him!” Matthias snapped. Livvy had reached out to Mark, in hopes of prying him out of Matthias’s hands, but the older twin shoved her back hard, and she fell back into bits of rubble and glass.
“Matthias.”
so i’ve written a little more than 7,000 words for tws atm but i’m hesitant to share the first bit, so i’m letting emily & laura help me look through it first. but here’s just a small piece of it that i’m confident enough to share it!
The Anastasia Association was established six years ago, founded by a lady named Penelope Anastasia, and was recently taken over by Megan Anastasia. Their organization’s most well known members were Kaz Fairchild, Matthias and Mark Gray, and Nicky Blanc, all well-known people in the aristocratic society.
His arrow hovered over Matthias and Mark for a moment, and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip.
He supposed they were supposed to be twins, even though they looked nothing like each other. Kyran’s eyes narrowed darkly at the image of Matthias Gray. There was something nerving about the way he smiled at the guests at the party. His smile was charming as hell, but his eyes were dull and distant. Mark, on the other hand, had a tight smile but his eyes were bright and expressive, like there was something that the party guests could offer to him, but would not bring a smile to his features.
