I'm not like you.
He realized that at the very end, when he found such glee watching his beloved brother torn apart.
A trip to Ireland, a romantic dinner, and the little redhead's powers were his for the taking. He chips away a little more each day, the visions getting clearer and more passionate. The boy with blackest hair and darkest eyes, the ancient man as white as frost. Two glorious kings.
He breaks the final seal at last. He pulls him forth into reality again. He bleeds and moans, and whispers little words, just four.
I'm just like you.
Story Notes:
Submitted to LJS100 for Challenge #72: Insanity.