Brotherly Bonding(Ciel)

[Micheal Austin Thompson]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

Fall had to be the best season out of the whole year. It wasn't too hot like it was during the summer time, and it wasn't too cold like winter time either. It was perfect. Plus the leaves on the trees looked so pretty since they were all different colors. Okay so some people think that that last sentence should have never came out of a guy's mouth, but Micheal didn't care. Why couldn't he use the word pretty to describe stuff? It was pretty no matter what gender you were. Plus, it was pretty obvious that Mickey wasn't the most masculine guy on the planet.

Mickey looked down at the ground and softly kicked a rock that was in front of him. It rolled a few feet and then rested in the grass until the boy caught up to it and kicked it again. His black converses stood out against the bright green grass that he was flattening every time he took a step. Mickey looked up and gazed around the courtyard. It was surprisingly vacant for such a nice day outside, but the boy wasn't going to complain. Fewer people meant less chances of having to talk to a stranger and making a fool of himself again. Why couldn't he talk to everyone as easily as he could talk to his friends? It was like he was a completely different person. Take Mickey and add a stranger trying to talk to him and you suddenly get a stuttering idiot. Maybe it was some sick magic trick that someone put on him when he was a little kid? 'You will be cursed! For now on when trying to make a new friend you will become a fool that no one will want to talk to who can't even say a few words clearly.' The boy chuckled slightly at the thought.

Despite all that, Mickey kind of wanted someone to hang out with right now. Definitely not a stranger, but someone that he actually was comfortable with. He wondered where Ciel was. Mickey walked over to one of the picnic tables and sat on the actual table part while his feet rested on the bench. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up the thing to send a new message. After finding his brother's name on the all too short contact list, Mickey typed in his message. ”Hey, where are you? You should come to the courtyard so we can hang out if you aren't doing anything. I'll give you candy.” He pressed the send button and sat the phone down on the table beside him before leaning back. His arms were outstretched behind him, propping him up so that he wouldn't fall backwards. Mickey hoped that Ciel would come. Mickey loved his brother and liked to spend time with him a lot. He was told that he worried about Ciel too much and acted more like a mom than a younger brother, but he didn't really think so. Was it so bad that he cared about his brother? Ciel didn't seem to mind it, so he didn't think it was anyone else's business anyway.

Mickey shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and pulled it around so he could look through it. Unzipping on of the pockets, he reached in and pulled out his sketchbook and pencil. The boy sat back up so that he could use both of his hands before he flipped to the first empty page. Starting out with just a few lines on the paper, Mickey began sketching a picture. He wasn't entirely sure what it was going to be yet, but it didn't really matter. The boy started off drawing a clearing in some woods. He continued to draw and add detail while he waited for his brother to either join him or text him back saying that he couldn't hang out.

( OUTFIT ) [/b] A plain white tee-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black converses.
( WORDS ) 651
( TAGGED ) Ciel Thompson
( BANNER ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor
( LAYOUT ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
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November 5th, 2020 around 4:00 pm

[Ciel Richard Thompson]

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[style=text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]WORDS: 566 TAGGED: mick ♥ OUTFIT: link
NOTES: ohai.

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Ciel was sitting in the dorm room, absently ruffling his recently cut short hair when a highly familiar ringtone played from the phone he had left on his desk. Mickey. Ci smiled slightly at the thought and sat aside the homework he had been attempting (aka, he was drawing on his jeans in silver sharpie again), and got up to go over and check the message. The tall boy never passed up an opportunity to spend time with one of his most favorite people. His brother, Micheal, was one of the few people that knew everything about him, and was one of the reasons that Ciel had not made another attempt despite his intense want to. Ciel did not want to leave his brother alone. He at least wanted the younger teen to have someone else to depend on as well. With a sigh, Ciel replied quickly that he would be down in a few. The teen quickly pulled on a beanie, a hoodie, and his shoes before heading down to the courtyard, where his brother was waiting. It had been a while (only a few days, though that seemed a lot) since he and Mickey had really been able to spend much time together. Ciel was used to randomly getting texts from the younger boy and being followed around. None of that bothered him at all. It simply reminded him the reason why he was still trying to shove off the feeling of wanting to just end it all. Mick was a big reason why, and Ciel had told the younger boy this before. "Aren't you freezing?" Ciel asked as he climbed up onto the picnic table to sit down next to Mickey, hunkering down as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Maybe it was simply because he always ran cold, or because it was in the forties even in the sun, but whatever it was Ciel was pretty much constantly cold anymore. He never got how anyone just was not cold. It was odd to him. "What're you workin' on?" He rested his head on Mick's shoulder without really glancing at the other boy's drawing, respecting him enough to wait for permission. He knew, as an artist with words, that sometimes you just did not want anyone to see your work until you were completely finished. That was why Ci never peeked at anyone's artistic attempts without their permission to begin with. It was a respect thing. An artist's sketchbook was equivalent to a writer's journal and should be treated with the same amount of respect. Ciel was not often a very touchy person, simply because that would mean putting less distance between himself and the rest of the world despite how hard he tried to keep himself emotionally separated from everyone, but he had no problems snuggling close to Mickey. Maybe it was because for as long as he could remember, Mick was always there. Personal space was not really an issue. "How're you doing? Haven't really asked today." Of course, as he realized that he had not asked, he felt kind of bad. That was something he always did. Just as Mickey was worried about him, he worried about the younger teen. It was his job, after all. Well, not even a job. It was something he had taken upon himself willingly, especially when they still lived in the war zone.

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[Micheal Austin Thompson]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

Mickey looked up from his drawing when he heard his phone vibrate on the table beside him. He opened up the new text message and smiled when he read that Ciel was going to be down in a few minutes. He hadn’t actually hung out with his older brother for a few days, but it seemed like it was longer since he was used to spending almost all of his time in the older boy’s room back home to stay away from their parents as much as he could. Sitting the phone back down, Mickey turned back to his drawing.

The forest scene on his sketch was about halfway done when he heard his brother’s light footsteps coming toward him. He didn’t look up until the older teen spoke. "Aren't you freezing?” his brother asked, climbing onto the table beside him. Mickey shrugged slightly. “Not really,” he said simply. Sure it was a little chilly, but he wouldn’t say that it was freezing. Mickey loved the cooler weather though so he didn’t mind being a little chilly. He looked over at his older brother. “So, what were you doing before I interrupted you by asking you to come down here?” He asked curiously. Noticing a few new doodles on the boy’s jeans, he guessed aloud. “Homework again? I must say, your work ethic is amazing.” He said playfully, smiling at his brother. Mickey noticed a while ago that Ciel tended to spend most of the time that he was supposed to be doing homework drawing on his jeans.

A small smile formed on the younger boy’s face when Ci rested his head on Mickey’s shoulder. "What're you workin' on?" his brother asked. Mickey knew that Ciel wouldn’t actually look at the picture until the younger boy gave him his permission. There was only a few times that mickey had ever drawn anything that he didn’t want Ciel to see, and Ciel never even knew that those mysterious drawings existed. They were things that he would draw sometimes when he couldn’t get his thoughts to leave him alone at night sometimes. The pictures were immediately hidden or thrown away after they were finished so no one would find them and think that he was crazier than they already did. No one knew about his thoughts, and he wanted to keep it that way. They couldn’t help and talking about it would probably just make them worse.

Mickey blinked, bringing his mind back to now. This picture he had no problem with showing Ciel, even if it wasn’t even close to being finished. The boy titled his sketchbook toward his brother so that he could see it better, silently giving the older teen permission to view his work. Even though Mickey had told his older brother multiple times that he didn’t care if Ciel saw his drawings or not, he liked the fact that his brother refused to look at his work until he said that it was okay. It showed Mickey that Ciel respected him and his art, at least a little. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with it yet.” Mickey admitted, looking at the picture. It wasn’t very much, just some trees and other plants covering about half of the page, and then just a few outlines of other trees and stuff on the other half that haven’t had any detail added to them yet. Granted the half of the paper that was almost finished was really well drawn, but Mickey didn’t think so. He didn’t view his art as anything above average, if he even thought that it was average.

"How're you doing? Haven't really asked today." He looked up as his older brother spoke again. Mickey knew that Ciel genuinely cared when he asked how he was doing, instead of just asking to be polite or whatever like most people did. “I’m doing pretty well. What about you?” He replied. Mickey had already asked his brother that probably about 50 times today, but he couldn’t help it. Was it so bad that he wanted to check up on his brother, who he knew was depressed and would probably end his own life today if it wasn’t for Mickey and the fact that he wasn’t allowed anything to do it with? Their parents never seemed to actually care about either of the two boys, so Mickey took it upon himself to make sure that Ciel knew that he was loved and to worry about him.

( OUTFIT ) [/b] A plain white tee-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black converses.
( WORDS ) 751
( TAGGED ) Ciel
( BANNER ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor
( LAYOUT ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
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[Ciel Richard Thompson]

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[style=text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]WORDS: 731 TAGGED: mick ♥ OUTFIT: link
NOTES: ohai.

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"Homework again? I must say, your work ethic is amazing" Ciel laughed softly at his brother's teasing remark and he nudged the other teen lightly with his elbow before nodding a little. "Yeah, I was trying to, anyway. I got kind of distracted," he replied with a slight smile, an honest one. He did not often honestly smile, though it was an occurrence that happened more often when he was around his brother, or around Nix. They both made him feel happier than he did anywhere else. They were definitely the best two people to spend his time with, for obviously different reasons, all of which, Mickey knew. Mick was the only person that knew of Ciel's crush on Phoenix, well, the only person who knew for sure, anyway. Ciel did not really have many secrets from his brother. The only thing he tried to keep from the other boy was just how dark his own thoughts could get. Of course, he kept that a secret from everyone, locking them away in a darkly designed notebook that was stashed between the mattresses that made up his bed. It was not exactly the safest place to keep something hidden, but it was a place he had easy access to. He did not think Nix or Mick would go through his things and find it, anyway; and, they were the only ones he worried about letting see that notebook. Well, maybe his counselor as well. Ciel kept another notebook that he would let his counselor see, at the suggestion of one of the few teachers he actually liked, Mr. Jester. Alaric taught his choir class, and the man knew Ciel liked to write. So, he suggested that Ci write down the things he did not want to say to his counselor. Of course, Ciel rarely wrote in the notebook designated for that, either. He never really spoke in his sessions and found them to be stupid. His thoughts were drawn away from all that, though as Micheal showed him the drawing.

Another soft smile tugged at the elder boy's lips and he sat up a little more to easier see what Mickey was working on. "You've definitely got the artistic hand of the family," Ci commented with a nod. He, himself, liked to draw, but it was more just random doodle type things that were half assed and messy. His real talent lie in music. That was where he could easily lose himself and just forget everything that had happened, everything he had done. ... A faint frown formed on Ciel's face at that thought, though he tried to hide it with another, slightly forced smile. "It's really good already, Mick. 'M sure whatever you do will be brilliant.

[/b]" Ciel truly believed what he said to his brother, and though he could not bring himself to honestly smile at the moment, the sincerity in his words was evident in his voice, something that he knew Mickey would be able to hear. The older sibling absently wet his lips as he let his head rest on Mickey's shoulder once again, trying to think of how to best answer his brother's question. It was different than through text. He could not simply send a response that he was fine with a little smiley face and hide behind the screen. Mick was right there, which meant that the other boy would see through any attempted lie. "I've... been worse," he said with a slight nod, sighing softly as he closed his eyes for a moment before looking ahead once again. "Been kinda up and down lately, y'know.... basically the same as always." The whole up and down thing was something he was used to, a "sign" of his depression or something like that. Ci did never really pay attention to all that technical crap the doctors had always tried to tell him. Did it really matter what the mumbo jumbo of it all was? He was just generally sad all the time, though he had some high points. Did it matter if he was following a predictable pattern? Ciel did not really think so, but he disagreed with a lot of things that the "specialists" said. "We should do somethin'. I dunno what, but somethin'," he said after a few moments, nodding a little as he flicked the fringe of his hair back out of his eyes.[/color][/div][/style][/style][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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[Micheal Austin Thompson]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†

†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend

“I can see that.” Mickey said, smirking playfully at his brother. As weird as it might sound to other people, Mickey loved to see Ciel smile. When he made his older brother smile, it made Mickey feel good too. It was probably because he knew how rare it was for Ciel to actually smile now. “‘S okay, I hate doing homework too.” He said. Mickey always got his homework done at some point, but he was never able to work on it right after classes were over. He needed a break from school so his brain could rest. Mickey normally spent that time drawing or hanging out with one of his few friends.

Mickey smiled when Ciel complemented his artwork. After spending so much time with the older boy, it was obvious to him when his brother was lying and when he was being sincere, and this was one of the times when he was being sincere. Mickey didn’t really show people his art all that much, so when he did show someone and they praised it, it always made him feel really good. Mickey closed the sketchbook and put it back into his backpack when Ciel was finished looking at it. He would finish the drawing later when he wasn’t hanging out with his brother. He didn’t mind it when Ciel looked at his drawings, but he didn’t like to draw when he was hanging out with someone else.

Mickey turned his head as far as he could to look at his older brother. Reaching over, Mickey started to play with Ciel’s now short hair. It looked good, but Mickey kind of wished that Ciel hadn’t gotten it cut. He looked so different now. “I miss your long hair. Your hair looks good now, but it was more fun to play with when it was longer.” He said, letting his hand fall back into his lap.

Mick nodded when Ciel finally answered his question. The younger boy wrapped his arms around his brother, hugging him. Mickey tended to hug people a lot when he was comfortable around them, and Ciel was often on the receiving end of a lot of those hugs. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked. Mickey always asked him if he wanted to talk about it. He was okay with whatever Ciel’s choice was, he just liked to offer Ciel the chance to talk about it if he wanted to.

He nodded when the older teen suggested that they do something. He tried to think of something that they could do. “Umm…We could go do something in the annex or find something in town to do. That’s all I got.” He suggested. There weren’t really all that many places to go around here that he could think of. Maybe Ciel could think of something. Mickey pulled a handful of candy out of his backpack while he waited for Ciel to say something. He offered his brother some before taking a piece himself and eating it.

( OUTFIT ) [/b] A plain white tee-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black converses.
( WORDS ) too short
( TAGGED ) Ciel Thompson
( BANNER ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
( LYRICS ) camera shy by school boy humor
( LAYOUT ) © BRYBERRY of caution 2.0
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[Ciel Richard Thompson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #999999; width:450px; height:490px; padding:0px;] [style=width:400px; height:165px; opacity: 0.8; font-family: times; background: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/hwbrxe.jpg)][style=width: 270px; height:100px; background: transparent; float: right; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #333333; line-height: 25%;] I'M SCREAMING "I LOVE YOU SO" MY THOUGHTS YOU CAN'T DECODE [style=width: 200px; float: right; background: transparent; text-align; justify; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size:5px; font-family: times; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #111111; line-height: 80%;]how did we get here? well i used to know you so well, yeah. how did we get here? well i think i know. do you see what we've done? we've gone and made such fools of ourselves. do you see what we've done?

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[style=text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]WORDS: 597 TAGGED: mick ♥ OUTFIT: link
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Ciel knew that it meant a lot to Micky to be able to make him smile, that was why he tried to not fake one so much when his brother around. It became harder to distinguish between the two if exposed to them both. Plus, he knew that his brother was not fond of him faking a smile, anyway, so he tried not to. He really, really did. It did not always work out, though. The elder of the two boys closed his eyes for a moment and hummed softly when Micky played with his hair. Typically, Ci was not fond at all of anyone touching his hair. Mick was one of the few exceptions. He chuckled softly when the younger teen mentioned the fact he had cut it recently, and that Mick wished he hadn't. "I thought it was time for a change," he replied, though that was really only half the story. It had been a spur of the moment decision when he was feeling really low and at first it had looked terrible, but he got it fixed by someone in town before anyone he was close to saw it, so he could easily play it off like it was more planned than it had been. Of course, he did not let any of the staff know he had cut his hair himself first. After all, he was a suicidal student and was not really allowed to be alone with sharp objects, so how did he cut his hair? He may or may not have a stash of banned items in his room. Ciel was not worried at all about getting caught with it. If he got caught, then he got caught and that was that. Until then, he was not getting rid of the stash he had hidden. It was his emergency kit, for if he just could not keep faking it anymore. He was not sure what the future was going to bring; but, he was trying to just take things one day at a time. It made things easier. "Wanna talk about it?" Ciel absently toyed with his lip ring as he thought about his brother's question. It was really a loaded one. If he started talking, he might not stop, and everything he kept inside might come out. He was not sure he wanted to deal with that. At the same time, there was not anything new wrong that Mick did not already know about. "There's not really anything that you don't know about already, kiddo," Ciel finally answered with a slight shake of his head, sighing inaudibly as he started to play with one of the many rubber bands on his wrist that, along with many bracelets, hid his scars. He smiled softly as Mick offered him some of the candy and he gladly took a piece while thinking over the other boy's suggestions. "Mmm... why don't we go to the annex? We can hook up one of the games and you can fill me in on what's going on with you." Plus, they'd be out of the cold and that was definitely a winning idea in Ciel's opinion. He did not like the cold so much, but he preferred it to being hot. Ciel smirked a little as he lifted his hand to press it against the back of Micky's neck, knowing that his hand was going to be freezing. "See? Inside would be a great idea." He laughed a little as he spoke, always having to take advantage of a chance to be the annoying big brother.

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