inch by inch | ezzel

[seraj]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius:0px 20px 0px 20px; border:30px solid black; background-color:#fff; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] some people care too much I THINK IT'S CALLED LOVE Out of the twins, Seraj has always taken more of a noticeable interest in geography. Especially during battles, he'd always been the one that had double checked the information from scouts, sometimes sending them out multiple times to get enough information to form a perfect mental image of the area before even thinking about forming a plan. Maybe it had stemmed from the fact that he hated being lost, or maybe it was something else, but he always got frustrated when he didn't know his way around. Paris was new to him, and even though its layout wasn't that confusing, he insisted on studying the city maps for hours on end and occasionally wandering around the city just to see if he could find his way home. This was one of those times, though he had a map of the city stuffed in the back pocket of his jeans just in case he really did get lost. He was confident that he wouldn't though. Maybe Seraj could have a bit of an ego at times, but he'd studied the maps for long enough that he knew his way around by now, and it was just a matter of confirming that now. If he happened to have to run through the city, the Egyptian wanted to know where the hell he was going. Sadly, the possibility that he would have to run through the city wasn't that low. To be fair, he'd memorized the school's layout too, but that was just expected of him. He was the janitor; he had to know where all the rooms were. Of course, there were other reasons that he had to know where all the rooms were, but he didn't think about that often. Not during work, at least. When he was out roaming the city, he thought about it quite a lot. The reason that he and his brother were here, that was. The official story was that they had moved to Paris to help a sick relative by the name of Hannibal, but in reality, they'd been sent here - in Seraj's case, unwillingly - to protect Hannibal and his friend from the mafia that was targeting said friend. Seraj preferred planning out battles and guarding the family, but not everyone could get they wanted, right? It had made him smile slightly when the king had said that Ezzel and Seraj were his best soldiers, and were therefore being sent to help Hannibal, but his pride had been stomped on when he was assigned the duty of cleaning the school during the day. "What the hell," he moaned unhappily, half from his thoughts and half from the fact that he didn't know which way to go. Running his fingers through his hair, Seraj had to admit that for once, he was lost. He wasn't going to pull out the map just yet, though. That was what teamwork was for, wasn't it? He'd brought his brother along for a reason, other than the fact that he just liked his twin's company. Ezzel was like the second half to the whole, and Seraj just couldn't imagine living without him. He'd technically lived without him for a few minutes, since Seraj had been the first born twin, but that didn't count in his mind. He was well aware of the fact that they were constantly in danger, and that one of them could die any die, but it was another thought that he didn't tend to dwell on. If Ezzel died, Seraj was going to kill himself. There was no doubt or questions about it, it was just as simple of that. He refused to live without Ezzel, which was why when he finally admitted to himself that he didn't know which way to turn, he automatically turned to his brother, tilting his head in an almost irritated way. "Which way do we go?" he asked, hating to admit that he had messed up, even to the most important person in his life.

^{thanks to brooklyn}

[ezzel ramses amen shalabi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Ezzel never was a fan of geography. He didn’t know what it was that turned him off so much because he knew he needed to know his way around for battles. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to know where he was and how he could get from point A to point B in the shortest amount of time, he wouldn’t bother with the world. Perhaps it was the pure memorization that he despised. The idea that taking even one wrong turn can screw you over for good. Or maybe it was Seraj that always seemed to know where he was going so Ezzel just never really figured he truly needed to know. Well… At least Seraj seemed to know where he was going most of the time. Granted Egypt wasn’t that different from Paris, it was still different. This was a new terrain they had to learn with a different climate they had to cope with. Climate definitely had an effect on the both of them. They were unprepared for such cold weather. Ezzel was convinced that it made them lose focus and their inner compass was left frozen over in a thin layer of ice. Though, it seemed that that idea hadn’t crossed Seraj’s mind yet. Ezzel’s twin brother still seemed as confident as ever and, frankly, the younger twin found it rather amusing. He said nothing and faithfully followed his brother around the city, convinced they were going to get lost. He was such an optimist, wasn’t he? Ezzel tilted his head curiously and peeked at his brother as he groaned out. He already knew what was wrong but he couldn’t help the slight, almost mocking, smile that stretched across his mouth. His voice held a tinge of curiosity as he mused innocently in their first language: “What’s wrong, Seraj?” The twin paused close beside Seraj and glanced around. Honestly, Ezzel had been lost a few blocks back but he wasn’t going to admit it. He was hoping they’d be able to find their way home without the map since it was their challenge for the day, but he really doubted that would happen. As long as he had his other half, he was perfectly okay with where ever they ended up. Ezzel didn’t exactly enjoy Paris, anyway. The only reason they were there was because some friend of a friend had gotten into trouble and needed help. Because Ezzel and Seraj were top notch, they were sent to try and handle the situation. Sometimes being so good at what you do had its downfalls. This was one of them. He couldn’t wait to go back home to Egypt and the warm climate. He knew Seraj felt the same way. Ezzel sucked it up the best he could so he could comfort his elder brother. Ezzel was staring at a street sign when he heard his brother speak again. Instantly, his attention was drawn to his near mirror image and that same smile was still playing across his lips. Though his eyes quickly scanned all the possible directions they could go. Ezzel honestly had no idea so he glanced up at the sky to use the sun’s position at some kind of hint. Eventually he came to a conclusion and grabbed Seraj’s hand, leading him down another street. “This way, of course.” finally posted~

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[seraj]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius:0px 20px 0px 20px; border:30px solid black; background-color:#fff; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] some people care too much I THINK IT'S CALLED LOVE Over confidence hadn't been a problem for all of Seraj's life.. just most of it. He had always separated himself from people, sure, but that had just been because he'd already had everything that he needed in his brother. Why did he need friends when he had Ezzel? Right, he didn't. It hadn't been over confidence or a large ego that had fueled that separation, but after they had started taking fighting lessons from their father, Seraj's newly developed ego didn't exactly help with the problem. He never flaunted it in anyone's face – hell, he would barely look at anyone's face – but there had been a sense that he was better than the people outside the walls. He wasn't just some civilian, he was someone that was charged with protecting the most important people in Egypt and leading battles to protect said civilians. He was important too, and that might have gotten to his head a bit when he and Ezzel and won most of the battles that they planned. But even then, he still hadn't flaunted it. He was in charge of protecting people, and no matter how important that made him, it still required that he understand value the lives of the people that he was protecting. And he did exactly that. He may have had an unhealthily big ego, but he was also protective of the people that he loved. Ezzel, Hannibal, the king and queen, and the citizens of Cairo. He may not have really showed his love for anyone except his brother, but it was still there. He would do anything to protect the people that he was, well, supposed to protect. That was why he insisted on drilling these types of terrain and fighting skills over and over again, no matter how much Ezzel disliked them. ”Like you don't know,” he grumbled, bumping his shoulder against his mirror image's. Seraj swore that Ezzel could read his mind, that was just how well they knew each other. If Ezzel honestly didn't know what Seraj was getting upset about, the older sibling would have been amazed. So, of course, Ezzel was just teasing. That would account for the smirk, too, but Seraj wasn't going to call him out on it. Ezzel was the one that was always having to calm Seraj down when he got angry; how could he actually get mad at his twin? Impossible, just plain impossible. He kept himself patient and calm until Ezzel finally come to a conclusion on which way they should go, then followed his twin. Where was a scenario when he wouldn't follow Ezzel? No, there wasn't one, to be honest. He would follow his brother to the ends of the earth and beyond, that was just how much he trusted him. That trust was what made them so successful in battle, because they rarely got irritated with each other while planning, even if they disagreed. Seraj called it the perfect relationship, yet they were both a little.. clingly. What would Seraj do if Ezzel found a girlfriend, or someone more important than Seraj? He didn't even know, but it wouldn't be pretty, that much was sure. They had lived like this for twenty five years, but eventually, one of them was going to want something more. What would they do? How could they deal with that? It was something to think about, but not now, in the middle of a walk through the city, when their hands were touching and everything seemed perfect. Hell, they weren't even lost anymore, as Seraj could see the top of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Landmarks were a key element of finding your way around, and cities like Paris and Cairo had plenty of landmarks. ”How did you know which way to go?” he asked, intent on the task in front of them. If he could understand the strategies that his brother used, and where he himself had made a mistake, then he wouldn't repeat the mistake again, and they would gain a useful tip on finding their way around. Seraj didn't understand people, but hell, did he understand strategies. Some people said that they weren't that different, but Seraj had to disagree with that. People were.. people. Impossible for him to understand, and impossible for him to relate to. Battle strategies involved people, sure, but they were different. ”Maybe we should stop for lunch soon?” he suggested quietly, well aware that their wandering of the city was getting a tad bit repetitive. Anyway, Seraj was kind of hungry, and a hungry Seraj was not a well working Seraj. Even coffee, which Seraj detested, would be good right now.

^{thanks to brooklyn}