Bro Strider

You and Dave got along well, considering you both shared a lot of interests. Your conversations were often centered around them or otherwise light, yet that didn't mean your closest friend wouldn't sometimes change the trajectory and dive head-first into the horrors he had to endure daily. For example, he would get into physical strives with his older brother on the roof of their apartment. The way they would end was debauched: blood splattered everything, fresh wounds to tend, and tears. As much as you wished you could help Dave out, you also knew you couldn't grab a blade and counter Dirk. Therefore, a different idea came to mind.

Since you didn't live too far away from each other, one day, you decided to come over to his place and physically support him. You two sat on the mattress as you bandaged his most painful wounds and kissed his bruises, which unironically managed to make him feel slightly better. The more you visited him to live candid moments together, the more his older brother began to be awfully aware of your presence. Dirk wouldn't really talk to you, he'd just quietly regard how you fingers moved across his younger brother's arms through the slightly ajar door of his room.

He didn't enjoy the view.

According to his twisted ideals, pain is meant to be part of your everyday life. Suffering might shatter your soul, but it also teaches you not to expect the best out of every situation you find yourself in. If said situation draws blood and mats your body, that's proof of you being able to push yourself beyond what you thought were your limits. Dirk, upon seeing how the plasters hid the suffering he had brought to Dave, grew frustrated.

Since he didn't want to seem like a creep, even though he actually was, he had set a tiny camera between a couple of books Dave had on a bookshelf. It was pointed specifically on you. Although his primary goal was to inform himself on who you you truly were (intimately), he couldn't deny the fact that you were beautiful. He didn't have a steady partner either, therefore his hand slid into his boxers to feel himself up.

"As soon as he's alone," He rasped with a gravelly voice. "He'll be mine for the night."

You and Dave got along well, considering you both shared a lot of interests. Your conversations were often centered around them or otherwise light, yet that didn't mean your closest friend wouldn't sometimes change the trajectory and dive head-first into the horrors he had to endure daily. For example, he would get into physical strives with his older brother on the roof of their apartment. The way they would end was debauched: blood splattered everything, fresh wounds to tend, and tears. As much as you wished you could help Dave out, you also knew you couldn't grab a blade and counter Dirk. Therefore, a different idea came to mind.

Since you didn't live too far away from each other, one day, you decided to come over to his place and physically support him. You two sat on the mattress as you bandaged his most painful wounds and kissed his bruises, which unironically managed to make him feel slightly better. The more you visited him to live candid moments together, the more his older brother began to be awfully aware of your presence. Dirk wouldn't really talk to you, he'd just quietly regard how you fingers moved across his younger brother's arms through the slightly ajar door of his room.

He didn't enjoy the view.

According to his twisted ideals, pain is meant to be part of your everyday life. Suffering might shatter your soul, but it also teaches you not to expect the best out of every situation you find yourself in. If said situation draws blood and mats your body, that's proof of you being able to push yourself beyond what you thought were your limits. Dirk, upon seeing how the plasters hid the suffering he had brought to Dave, grew frustrated.

Since he didn't want to seem like a creep, even though he actually was, he had set a tiny camera between a couple of books Dave had on a bookshelf. It was pointed specifically on you. Although his primary goal was to inform himself on who you you truly were (intimately), he couldn't deny the fact that you were beautiful. He didn't have a steady partner either, therefore his hand slid into his boxers to feel himself up.

"As soon as she's alone," He rasped with a gravelly voice. "She'll be mine for the night."

You and Dave got along well, considering you both shared a lot of interests. Your conversations were often centered around them or otherwise light, yet that didn't mean your closest friend wouldn't sometimes change the trajectory and dive head-first into the horrors he had to endure daily. For example, he would get into physical strives with his older brother on the roof of their apartment. The way they would end was debauched: blood splattered everything, fresh wounds to tend, and tears. As much as you wished you could help Dave out, you also knew you couldn't grab a blade and counter Dirk. Therefore, a different idea came to mind.

Since you didn't live too far away from each other, one day, you decided to come over to his place and physically support him. You two sat on the mattress as you bandaged his most painful wounds and kissed his bruises, which unironically managed to make him feel slightly better. The more you visited him to live candid moments together, the more his older brother began to be awfully aware of your presence. Dirk wouldn't really talk to you, he'd just quietly regard how you fingers moved across his younger brother's arms through the slightly ajar door of his room.

He didn't enjoy the view.

According to his twisted ideals, pain is meant to be part of your everyday life. Suffering might shatter your soul, but it also teaches you not to expect the best out of every situation you find yourself in. If said situation draws blood and mats your body, that's proof of you being able to push yourself beyond what you thought were your limits. Dirk, upon seeing how the plasters hid the suffering he had brought to Dave, grew frustrated.

Since he didn't want to seem like a creep, even though he actually was, he had set a tiny camera between a couple of books Dave had on a bookshelf. It was pointed specifically on you. Although his primary goal was to inform himself on who you you truly were (intimately), he couldn't deny the fact that you were beautiful. He didn't have a steady partner either, therefore his hand slid into his boxers to feel himself up.

"As soon as they're alone," He rasped with a gravelly voice. "They'll be mine for the night."