death is coming|artemis

[koby asher mannix]

Currently Paris was going through some drastic weather changes, whether that is due to the effects of global warming or just the currents flowing in different directions, it wasn’t going to be exactly clear to the public was it? Scientists tended to keep theories and other things under wraps until it was life threatening, the normal person who went through normal high school biology and chemistry and whatever else probably wouldn’t be able to tell you half the things that went on in the surrounding environment around yourself. Koby didn’t, and it didn’t bother him much because he wasn’t really a ‘science’ person, he didn’t have the knack for the subject and whatever knowledge it contained. It was just something that annoyed him. Science subjects, math subjects, literally and subjects with formulas were never going to be on Koby’s ‘top things’ list; a list where he wrote down the things he liked the most. Writing was always going to take the number one spot on that list.

Looking at Koby Mannix, one would never assume that he would take a creative subject. Literature, writing; they were all creative subjects and when you looked at Koby you would think that he was someone who took all the high, controlling subjects which had exact answers, but no, he took something like writing. But it was one of the least…’weird’ subjects in La Luminese at least. Koby could never have gone for art, photography or even music like his brother, it was just something he would never choose to do. Those subjects held no interest for him, art was just drawing, photography was just taking pictures and music was just creating things with different instruments. Writing on the other hand required a bit more thinking, using a bit more brain cells to let the creative juices flow around your mind and create specific words and ideas to come out from pen onto the paper in front of you.

That afternoon, it was fairly mild. A light breeze flew through the park that Koby was taking a walk through at that very moment. There was rarely a time when Koby actually got a moment to himself, when he wasn’t worrying about Luke or worrying about how much work he would have to put in to pass the first semester back at La Luminese (even though he hadn’t even started it yet). But no, his mind wasn’t completely empty that afternoon, in fact he was thinking about Luke and his now so best friend called Artemis. He didn’t know what to think of their relationship at all, then again why should he bother? Artemis was a terrible influence on his brother…he would have to cut their relationship. It was just as simple as that. No one wanted their brother to be influenced by another and watch him spiral down into depression, Koby cared for his brother, and it was a lot of caring too so it was going to happen.

Finding a small bench to sit in, he sat back, not even glancing around at the place he had sat down in and bought out a small book from his pouch bag that he carried with him, which was also full of some medical supplies needed for emergencies. A sigh racked through his body as he settled himself and started on another chapter.

tagged| artemis. word count| 558. thoughts| not my best piece of work...sorreh?

[artemis adrian monroe]

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

Artemis stared down at the quote that he had written in the corner of a blank page of his sketch book. It was by Mitch Albom and the blonde couldn’t help but think about how horribly true it was. Everyone was damaged by their parents in some way, it was just that some people had subtle scuffs or barely noticeable smudges. Artemis? His damage was a little more noticeable. Perhaps he wasn’t used as a weapon and chucked at a monster of a husband’s or bitch of a wife’s head, but he was definitely broken. Perhaps he was just a glass a careless hand knocked off the dinner table or a hand that didn’t exactly have a tight enough grip on. Whatever it was, Artemis was definitely shattered. Whether or not he was beyond repair… that was something he begged to know.

He’d like to think he was. Perhaps somewhere there was super glue meant especially for him. The idea made the faintest smile tug at the corners of his lips. Or, perhaps there was another equally broken glass just waiting for him so, together, they could gather their pieces. For some odd reason, he kind of hoped it was the latter. And for some not-so-odd reason, he already had an inkling of who he wanted that to be. But he dare not say anything. Nor did he think it. God, if Artemis found a way to fuck this up now, he would kick himself in his sore ass. He was not going to jinx himself now. Instead, Artemis focused all of his attention on the quote – on the art he could create with it – and put his fine point pen against the cream paper.

The second year wasn’t exactly the best with words. Actually, that was probably lie. He could write when he tried. It was just the trying he didn’t like to do. All of his time and energy was expelled in the simple creativity that was art. Pictures. Paintings. Chalks. Whatever medium he could find, he could use. With it, he could express his feelings, his dreams, his world with the simple stroke across a paper. Words, to Artemis, didn’t exactly have the most dramatic affect. Yes, they could inspire emotions just as great as a picture could but there was something of a shock-and-awe that pictures could adopt and leave people breathless. Words have yet to do that to him.

A soft breeze blew strands of white blonde locks into view, momentarily distracting him. His light gaze lifted and he glanced around the park. It was his favorite place to just lose himself in his art – besides his apartment, of course. There was just a serene tranquility that radiated around the beauty of it all. But all beauty must come to an end. Blue eyes brushed over a figure, and though it took Artemis a minute to think about who it was, once he realized, his stomach turned to lead.

Koby Mannix. Luke’s brother. Now, Artemis wasn’t exactly sure what crazed spirit possessed him, put his body into motion, and made him get up only to move closer and closer to one of the people Artemis probably disliked the most without really knowing him. Artemis had seen him once or twice, but he never really talked to his interest’s brother. In fact, he’s not even sure if he’s ever heard the boy’s voice. The only thing Artemis knew was what Luke relayed to him: Koby was completely controlling – a parent over his brother (haha, perhaps he’s left his cracks in dear old Luke), he’s annoying, he ignores Luke, he’s annoying, oh didn’t Luke mention that he was annoying? That about covered it all. Honestly, it brought a rather amused expression to the blonde’s lips, which at least made him look friendly when he approached the one thing that might keep Artemis and Luke apart.

“’Hey… Koby?” He was going to make sure that shit wouldn’t dare happen, “Can I join you?” Oh god, that was not the way to go. Artemis wouldn’t put it pass the guy to completely reject him. He sounded about as mean as a wolverine and came off as cold as a witch’s tit in a brass bra. So without even waiting for a response, Artemis sat right beside him and gently placed his sketch book in lap – the art work of a shattered wine glass outlined with the words of the quote visible to the world.

tags: koby
words: 780
notes: ohmygod i left you with barely anything so sorry ;-;

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[koby asher mannix]

The rare few moments which Koby actually could keep to himself, without having to worry about Luke, without having to worry about the house burning down or being covered in blood…those moments were the best for Koby. It somehow managed to calm him down and make him see things clearly, well not clearly enough it seemed since Luke still somehow, sort of detested him. But at that moment he didn’t have to worry that much about Luke, because it wasn’t as if his older brother had to like him, he just had to obey him. His idea of calm was not having to hear the pumping of his own blood and heart coursing through his head every few seconds, not feeling his heart twist in his chest when he realized how late he was going to be home and worrying about what he might find there waiting for him like a bloody surprise, those relaxing moments made him feel amazing and reading a book just enhanced his slight…happiness (if you could even call it that) just a little bit more.

For some reason though, that afternoon he couldn’t seem to concentrate on the book that was in front of him, he just couldn’t. There was just something about the cover of it, which made him think otherwise, he hadn’t realized it was a book on suicide and how to deal with it all. He just picked something up from the library because one of his teachers from a special writing class had forced him into going to the library and Koby just picked one up spontaneously. He had no intention of reading it, but every time he opened his school bag it would be just sitting there, waiting for Koby to pick it up and open it’s hard cover while in taking all the fresh words that were written by the author. But seriously, whom the fuck wrote a book on suicide? The subject was already depressing enough, why would anyone want to read some more about it?

So, instead of focusing on the book and losing himself into it, he gazed at it, looking as if he were actually interested in the book to other people who passed him by, but instead he let his mind wander again; which was always a problem for Koby. A mind and imagination was always a person’s big problem, you never knew how much it would run and what things it would come up with. He sighed. The only things that came into his head at that moment were what happened in the past few weeks. The image of seeing his elder brother on the floor with scars across his arms and blood pouring out was mentally scarred forever, just like how the first time he tried to commit suicide was also etched into his brain. Wasn’t he supposed to be enjoying his time being a teenager instead of worrying about his brother? Wasn’t it his time to shine and have fun instead of staying in Paris while having to worry over a nineteen year old the time? Wasn’t it his turn to just have fun? Koby would snort at that idea whenever it entered his mind. Him and fun? Was that ever going to actually happen?

Sitting up in his seat when he heard a voice say his name, he raised an eyebrow as he saw the familiar blonde headed boy that Luke seemed to be spending his time with quite a lot. Mouth turning downwards instantly into a scowl, he didn’t say anything but went back to looking at his book, his teeth grinding down into the bottom set that had been so perfect a few years ago after he had taken off his braces, (but were now slowly wearing away because of then grinding) when Artemis sat down. “I didn’t say you could sit with me.” Dagger eyes made their way onto Artemis Monroe and Koby gave the guy a quick look of annoyance. His tone had come out sharper and he was glad of that, sitting up, he put his book into his bag and stood up. Well, his moment of peace seemed to be over now.

tagged| artemis. word count| 698. thoughts| 'tis fine! i didn't give you much either ><

[artemis adrian monroe]

An almost agitated huff made Artemis’ cheeks puff out as a frown painted his pale lips. It hadn’t even been a second since the blonde had sat down and, already, Koby was being difficult. Did Artemis really expect anything else? Of course not. He knew this would be difficult but it had to be done. If Artemis had to corner the fucking badger, he would. Undoubtedly, Artemis was predicting a few scratching from this feisty animal. Still, he persisted. Quickly letting any annoyance fall from his features and, in its place, forced up a façade of warmth, Artemis kept his gaze on the other. He didn’t even flinch when Koby unleashed such a hateful look. “I know you didn’t,” was his reply instead, voice soft and steady, treading gingerly around the grump, “I just thought…” there was a hesitant pause as he realized that the other was getting up, “I just thought that we could talk.” Okay, so friendly wasn’t going to be the way to go, was it? Of fucking course not! So as Artemis finished his last statement, his voice hardened to let the other know that escaping was going to be just as difficult as the badger was being at the moment. “About Luke.”

The warmth in his features had melted away. Now there was a stern but almost desperate glitter in his blue gaze. He needed to let Koby know…. Everything. Artemis will be damned if he let Luke’s own brother keep them apart. He had to win him over – or at least make him realize… something. He closed his sketchbook and stood with a professional grace, keeping his back straight. He meant business. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but we both know I’m not going anywhere,” if Koby tried to walk away, Artemis would just follow, “You don’t like me but Luke does, and… And I really like him.” That… could have obviously been an understatement. Luke was Artemis’ gravity. It was as simple as that. The boy kept Artemis firmly planted on this Earth and, without him, Artemis would just… lose it. He would like to think that, somehow, he had that great of an effect on Luke, too, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He could never been sure. Artemis was one of the most confident people in the world, but a lot of the times he was insecure about his relationships with others. He was definitely insecure about his relationship with Luke because it meant the most to him.

“Look, I know I’m not the best influence,” definitely not. Artemis was a known partier and had woken up in many beds over the couple of years he’s been in Paris; in fact, that was exactly how he met Luke. Not to mention he was an escort… “But I know I’m not the worse. I care about him. I honestly do. Like you, I want what’s best for him.” Artemis just doesn’t express this by attempting to keep him locked away from the world like a certain someone. Finally, Artemis fell quiet to let this sink in through that three inch layer of scales Koby was encased in. He knew it wouldn’t do much. This was just the beginning of a long war, he was sure. But at least it was something.

tags: koby
words: 552
notes: it's not as long but there's more to respond to

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[koby asher mannix]

The idea of Luke and Artemis; that was something that Koby didn’t like. Some would think that Koby was a full on homophobe, but in reality he didn’t care who kissed whom and who had sex with whom, it was just the fact that Artemis was a horrible influence. He influenced Luke to sneak out, to drink, to party, all the things that Koby didn’t like himself. He had no idea why Artemis was even bothering to speak to him, couldn’t the guy tell that Koby didn’t like him at all? But of course, he was persistent, that was something he had figured out from Luke, he managed to always get Luke out of the house without Koby knowing anything. His expression turned even more scornful when Artemis began to speak, even his voice forced Koby to shudder because he was full of so much hate for this boy. Of course it was horrible, how could one person hate another so much? But when it came to his elder brother, Koby was more so over protective than anyone else, even if he didn’t want to be seen as over protective, he just didn’t want Luke to think that he actually cared. Glancing at Artemis, he spoke, the side of his mouth moving fast. “I don’t have anything to talk to you about regarding Luke.”

The pouch around his body was opened and the book was slid down carefully into the little pocket bag before he pulled his jacket closer to his body. He knew Artemis would say something more, of course the boy couldn’t just leave it there could he? No, he had to irritate Koby by speaking so much about Luke. Like Koby even wanted to know anything, he just wanted to have a free moment, away from all these problems and especially away from Artemis. Raising an eyebrow as Artemis stood up straight, more business like as if he wanted to say something very important, it made Koby think about whether he should listen or not, he sure wasn’t going to, but he had been slightly stumped for a moment or two. Rolling his eyes, he scoffed as Artemis told him that he liked Luke and Luke liked him. “And what am I supposed to do about that? Throw a party?” Shaking his head with a grim smile planted on his face, he stepped forward, ready to move on, at least maybe that would show Artemis that Koby didn’t care. What was he supposed to do about their relationship, it wasn’t as if Koby was a part of it, not that he wanted to be, but you could see where he was coming from right?

Muttering as Artemis spoke about not being the best influence, he shook his head once more. “You got that right.” The entire conversation as getting old quite fast, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t heard similar things from Luke. “You want what’s best for him?” He tuned around fully, this time managing to lock eyes with Artemis. “So you think that drugs and alcohol are best for him yes? That sneaking out of the apartment is good for him right? You ever think about death? Do you even know how he can spiral down into depression pretty quickly? If you know what’s best for him, then you should think about all these things, not everything can be solved by all these extraneous influences.” His tone was cold, icy, and just like his gaze but Koby didn’t care. It seemed like he was the only one who knew how close death could come, did Artemis even think about that?

tagged| artemis. word count| 605. thoughts| woop! koby really dislikes this.

[artemis adrian monroe]

“No, I don’t expect you to throw a party, but you could at least stop being a fucking badger!” and there went the filter between Artemis’ mind and his mouth, “God, don’t you want him to be happy?” Artemis was thoroughly convinced that Koby was the grim reaper of fun, the pooper of parties, and that his ass was cinched tighter than a homophobe at a gay pride parade. If Luke’s many stories about his annoyance didn’t persuade Artemis to this conclusion, the first few seconds of this meeting sure as hell did. Koby didn’t have to say anything and Artemis could have figured that this conversation would have gone really sour really quickly. And look. He was right. God, it was almost to the point where this could only go up. Rock bottom, here we come.

Artemis followed close behind Koby, his thin arms wrapped tightly around the sketchbook he clung to his chest. He nearly bumped into the other when he turned around. For a brief moment, Artemis’ eyes widened as if he were afraid Koby would raise a hand even though that was the farthest thing from the blonde’s mind. As he suspected, not a word Artemis has said had managed to even scrape against the armor of thick scales that laced this cold-blooded creature. The boy had barely begun and already Artemis’ eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his skull. “Woah!” he interrupted, “What the hell do you think I do?” Never once has Artemis touched drugs. He didn’t even smoke! Artemis was stick and bones enough without getting his hands dirty in something like that. Yeah, he partied like no tomorrow – or at least he used to. Since he started his latest job, he hasn’t been able to hit the scene as much as before. In fact, he’s pretty much disappeared from his social life. “Look, I don’t do drugs. I’ve never touched drugs.” And never will. “And as far as I know, Luke isn’t in to drugs either.” Really, Koby? Really? You watch that boy like a hawk and you think he snorts crack or something? “As far as partying is concerned, I’m tame compared to a lot of his other friends.” That could very well be a lie. Artemis honestly had no idea. “Besides! The last time I even went to a club was, like, months ago. I’ve been working my ass off for a while now.”

Artemis was about to continue but Koby’s turn of the conversation caught him off guard and it was obvious. His arms dropped from his chest and dangled by his side, mouth agape and bright eyes brimming with confusion. Artemis knew Luke had an episode of depression in the past but… he had said he was fixed. Yeah, Artemis always questioned if something like that could be fixed but he never really thought Luke was as broken as Koby was making him sound. “He…” Quick, gather your thoughts again! “He told me he was depressed but he said he was better.” Because that would really help his case, “Koby… Why did… Why did you two leave before? Did something happen to Luke?” Just how far in the dark was Artemis kept? Luke fucking lied to him! Yeah, Artemis kept one or two things away from Luke but he never straight up lied… Right? Was Luke really happy around Artemis or was it all a façade?

The second year shook his head quickly because it didn’t matter at the moment. “Okay, okay! No, none of that is good for him. Not the sneaking or the partying or anything. But I don’t party any more. And do you really think keeping him holed up all the time is helping?” Artemis was determined to be heard, “If anything, it’ll make him lonely and depressed.”

tags: koby
words: 639
notes: this is going to get worse before it gets better >.<

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[koby asher mannix]

What kind of a question was that? ‘Don’t you want him to be happy?’ Of course Koby wanted Luke to be happy, but he was already spiraling towards depression wasn’t he? He was already making things worse for himself as well as Koby. The question should have been, didn’t Luke want Koby to be happy? Did he want Koby to watch over him day and night until he was eighty years old and died in his sleep or something? Because it didn’t as if Luke actually cared for Koby and he was supposed to be the elder brother, he was supposed to be the one that looked after everyone else, but no, instead it was the eighteen year old failure that had to leave everything behind back in Australia, pick the stuff onto his back and then fly hundreds of thousands of miles to another country. Yeah, and Koby was the horrible one wasn’t he?

“Of course I want him to be happy. Who wouldn’t want that, but it’s not my fault if he keeps dwindling down!” Sometimes, there was a moment in Koby’s mind where he just wanted to scream. Scream loud and clear just to let all the frustrations that were growing in his bone out of his body and onto someone else for one. But what good would that do? Then people would realize how weak Koby actually was and he was never going to show the weak side of him. So who cared if he was the least loving brother? The boring one that couldn’t seem to have one friend? Who actually cared? No one really. But maybe Luke because if Koby had a friend, if he wet out more it meant it would be less of a hassle for Luke to do his own things perhaps. He didn’t even flinch, as Artemis seemed to interrupt him with his voice, his eyes still stayed focused and hard. There was no way he was giving into this, he had instilled this behavior into himself after the first suicide, no one, not even Luke’s lover would change something like that. “Hah! What is tame? Working your ass off? Fine, another question, what do you work as?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear something like ‘bar tender’ or something like that, he so wanted to decline their friendship, make them break off with one another. He was horrible wasn’t he?

Finally he was triumphant, but his expression didn’t show it. He waited, watching Artemis as the boy absorbed what Koby had literally spat out at him. So what was so socking about what he had said? Was it the fact that Luke was in depression, or going through depression or the fact that he almost died? Tilting his head a little, he ran a hand across his mouth, watching Artemis as the boy struggled for words to form. He let out a sharp chuckle, one that was completely humorless. “So he hasn’t told you at all? You actually think he’s out of depression? Do you even actually notice his little movements, his little habits?” Shaking his head, he let out another emotionless chuckle, his eyes rolling while he looked around the park. “Your little boyfriend tried to commit suicide again, that’s why we left Paris.” He didn’t go into anymore further explanation, not how Luke had cut his wrists as deep as he could, not the patter that the blood seemed to make around him or the spool of blood that looked like blood red paint which surrounded his own body. He shook his head. “What do you know about being lonely and depressed? What I’m doing is for his good, nothing else. You have no right to get involved.”

tagged| artemis. word count| 622. thoughts| hah! it definitely is. i like that artemis called koby a badger ^^.

[artemis adrian monroe]

“The fuck it’s not your fault!” Artemis was not a debater. That much was plainly obvious. He had trouble keeping his cool when arguing and almost always resorted to yelling to get his point across as if the one with the loudest voice was the most correct. If that were the case, Artemis would always be right; however, it wasn’t. He had to force himself to take a breath and lower his voice. “Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” yeah, blaming someone for their brother’s suicide attempts was pleasant, wasn’t it? “What I mean is… I don’t think you’re helping.” He wasn’t to blame – that was the depression – but he certainly wasn’t an angel or helping the situation any by attempting to keep Luke locked away from the world. Artemis knew just how deadly loneliness could be. If Luke was depressed and experiencing such a negative emotion, it was no wonder he tried to off himself so many times. Koby, obviously, didn’t understand that. Artemis was going to have to try to push it through his abnormally thick skull.

With another huff of air, Artemis seemed calm enough to continue the conversation without raising his voice in the slightest. In fact, he answered Koby’s inquiries as honestly as he could – which was mostly honest. Lying to the badger was like lying to a wall; Artemis honestly didn’t even think about it. “Tame as in I don’t do it a lot and I don’t do it as hard as a lot of others. And I’m a waiter at a restaurant.” The last part wasn’t a completely lie. He still kept his job as a waiter so he always had something when he decided to quit his… erm… escorting. It wouldn’t look very good on a job application if he had a long period without a job, would it? He didn’t think so. “I work the graveyard shift and clean up after closing,” Now he sounded bored, and, almost as if reading his mind, Artemis continued: “I don’t work at a bar or anything. I don’t sell drugs. Nothing. I’m just a waiter trying to make it by on tips. So I don’t have the time to party anymore when you add in school.” He was the worst procrastinator on the face of the planet. Except for maybe Deimos. They were pretty close in their putting-off skills. But Artemis always managed to get his schoolwork accomplished on time. He was a good student, he was, when he actually tried.

Artemis’ blue gaze had fallen to the ground and an almost frustrated hand raked through his long blonde hair. He just wanted to get Koby to understand, but he didn’t know how. Artemis also didn’t know how something so… so… devastating as depression had managed to escape him when he was around Luke. How could he not notice? Thinking back, he still couldn’t believe it. Well, he could… But he would never have been able to notice it. Luke was always smiling. He seemed content and happy. Yeah, he had ‘battle scars’ from the past but Artemis genuinely thought it was in his past. “He told me nothing. At least not about the second time.” He sounded… sad and almost bitter about his lack of knowing. "No, I don’t notice anything! All I notice is his smile and… he always seemed happy when we were together. Are you telling me all that is a lie?” Oh, Artemis was going to have to have a talk with Luke. That much was fucking positive. “Why are you back, then? If he’s so depressed here, why are you back?”

Cue the raise in his voice. “I don’t have a social life! And I’m lonely. Ever since Luke left, I’ve been so fucking lonely.” Artemis grit his teeth, trying to calm down again, “Loneliness… It just eats you up. Accompany that with depression? Luke has no chance! You’re not helping him, Koby Mannix, you’re hurting him.” Artemis didn’t care if he ‘had no right to get involved.’ As far as he was concerned, he did. He was trying to make Luke happy.

tags: koby
words: 686
notes: lol koby's new nickname might be badger - at least to artemis

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[koby asher mannix]

Normally, when someone said something loudly, with a little bit of a higher tone, others would wince, eyes would widen in surprise or something would fall onto the ground. When Artemis almost shouted at Koby, none of the before mentioned happened, instead Koby’s eyes narrowed quite a bit, his cheeks were sucked inwards, stopping himself from arguing any further. He didn’t want to get into an argument today; he just wanted a normal day for once. Was that too much to ask for? Couldn’t he just be happy for once? But no, Luke’s boyfriend had to ruin his day. Just as how something of Luke’s ruined every day of his. “And do you think you’re helping? I’m trying my best alright, you don’t need to shout at me for everything.” Koby tried to do everything in a good way, he wanted Luke to be happy, but more so wasn’t his happiness supposed to come first? Of course, no one would think that. Why should his happiness come before his depressed, suicidal elder brother? It wasn’t as if Luke had to live in the shadows of a suicidal elder brother and have his boyfriend come bearing down on him telling him that everything he did was horrible…no it only happened to Koby.

A scoff escaped from between his lips, for some reason Koby didn’t believe at all that Artemis was a waiter at a restaurant. There was no way that he could be, it just seemed as if Artemis tried too hard at his job then. But Koby wasn’t going to say anything at all; if Artemis wanted Luke then he could have him. Why didn’t he just let Luke live with him then? Of course that wasn’t allowed to happen, his parents would slash his throat if he even thought about anything like that. Sometimes, Koby wondered what would happen if he left Luke in Paris and went back home, or if he came to Paris himself and Luke stayed behind in Australia; it probably would have been much better and the hostility towards one another would have been at an all time low. “And you think something like that will motivate Luke to live? He shook his head and continued walking, his steps faster than usual, he wanted to get away from Artemis, get away from this argument and especially get away from the topic about Luke. It was as if everything wanted to come around and bite him n the ass.

For him the situation, even though it shouldn’t really have been, it was quite amusing for him. Had he stumbled upon something here? Luke not telling Artemis about his depression? Aw, was he the bad guy here now? A villain that had just let loose his brothers’ secret? If Luke actually cared about Artemis and wanted to let him in, then he would have told Artemis the reason as to why he had to go back to Australia. “How am I supposed to know if that’s all a lie? It’s not as if I go through Luke’s mind trying to pick point at everything in there. Why are we back you ask? Because Luke wanted to come back, and I, like the first time, was shoved here with him because our parents wanted that.” He rolled his eyes, stopping in his tracks for a second and running a hand through his hair, then running his other hand across his face, as if to wipe off the anger and disappointment he was feeling at that moment.

The next few sentences that left Artemis’ mouth made his body freeze though. He knew what loneliness felt like, he knew what depression felt like too, but it didn’t seem as if anyone cared about his own problems did they? He wasn’t the one who acted out, Luke did and now he had all the attention on him. Koby was just the horrible, controlling younger brother who no one seemed to like. He was the asshole…as always. “I’m hurting him…” His tone didn’t hold the frustration that there a few mere seconds ago, instead it came out like a small echo. He didn’t know what to say anymore, if his life went down the drain it wouldn’t be much of a problem would it? No one would care…but there were people who cared about Luke, so why was Koby pushing him away from everyone? It would just be blamed on him as usual. A sigh escaped from his mouth as he rethought everything that was already set to stone in his mind. “Fine. Do what you want with him.” He didn’t even glance at Artemis; his teeth were grit down onto the bottom set. One breath later, he started moving again. Maybe this would be better.

tagged| artemis. word count| 794. thoughts| only to artemis xD