2. superpowered
1. reach a distant place
2. bad first impression or misunderstanding
5. only one of you can succeed
[ AU Solo ] Traitor's Heart
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[ AU Solo ] Traitor's Heart
"Did you ever think - " His brother's voice was tight, thick with an emotion that Raffin couldn't place and didn't particularly care for, " - that you should maybe, just maybe, think about your actions before you actually did them?"
"No," said Raffin, "I didn't."
On the phone, Carter's breathing sounded labored. Then he said, "I can't believe you'd do this to our family without even caring. I can't believe - "
Raffin hung up. He didn't need it, didn't want it, didn't have it in him to deal with his brother's propensity towards theatrics, especially not when Raffin himself had enough of them already. He loped gracelessly through the loft apartment, robes trailing messily behind him like a silk train, and came to stand at the wide, curtain-less glass window that took up the majority of a wall in Raffin's bedroom. It was floor to ceiling, the panes thick, and without the help of curtains the sun was a brutal thing, hot golden rays making wedges of yellow across the cream colored carpet.
Raffin stared dismally out, ignoring the muddled version of his own reflection he could see out of the corner of his eye, and then phased through the glass and let himself fall. When he had almost reached the sidewalk below - and the horrified looking citygoers all milling about - he twisted in mid-air and shot back up, the wind whipping at his face, stinging against his skin. He heard the started gasps, the whispers, and, just for a moment, a breathless squeal that sounded an awful lot like his name.
He ignored all of it and sailed through the clouds, letting the dampness of them bead against his clothes. It was almost unbearably hot, but Raffin pushed through it, sweat breaking out in the hollow of his throat, spreading under his arms, curling up the back of his neck like a hand about to reach out and throttle him. A part of his thoughts shifted back to Carter, to wondering whether or not he would ever be forgiven, to thinking that, maybe, he should have tried harder to understand.
Or maybe he should have tried to understand you, Raffin thought. Maybe you could have let go, just this once, of your pride and your ego and let him have this. For his family. For the both of you. This could have been different, if you had just tried to get along, if you had just tried, for once in your life, to do something better.
It didn't matter. He'd already made the choice, and he'd already broken his brother's trust, so it didn't matter. Carter would believe what he wanted to believe, and since there were only the two of them and there wasn't much of a choice in the first place, Raffin had taken away the option for any sort of discussion or difference of opinions. It had to be one of them, and so it would be Raffin, because he didn't matter. Not after everything they'd been through. Not after he'd met -
Carter mattered. Carter had always mattered. Raffin never did.
He flew onward, onward, onward, and after a while, he stopped thinking so much.
"No," said Raffin, "I didn't."
On the phone, Carter's breathing sounded labored. Then he said, "I can't believe you'd do this to our family without even caring. I can't believe - "
Raffin hung up. He didn't need it, didn't want it, didn't have it in him to deal with his brother's propensity towards theatrics, especially not when Raffin himself had enough of them already. He loped gracelessly through the loft apartment, robes trailing messily behind him like a silk train, and came to stand at the wide, curtain-less glass window that took up the majority of a wall in Raffin's bedroom. It was floor to ceiling, the panes thick, and without the help of curtains the sun was a brutal thing, hot golden rays making wedges of yellow across the cream colored carpet.
Raffin stared dismally out, ignoring the muddled version of his own reflection he could see out of the corner of his eye, and then phased through the glass and let himself fall. When he had almost reached the sidewalk below - and the horrified looking citygoers all milling about - he twisted in mid-air and shot back up, the wind whipping at his face, stinging against his skin. He heard the started gasps, the whispers, and, just for a moment, a breathless squeal that sounded an awful lot like his name.
He ignored all of it and sailed through the clouds, letting the dampness of them bead against his clothes. It was almost unbearably hot, but Raffin pushed through it, sweat breaking out in the hollow of his throat, spreading under his arms, curling up the back of his neck like a hand about to reach out and throttle him. A part of his thoughts shifted back to Carter, to wondering whether or not he would ever be forgiven, to thinking that, maybe, he should have tried harder to understand.
Or maybe he should have tried to understand you, Raffin thought. Maybe you could have let go, just this once, of your pride and your ego and let him have this. For his family. For the both of you. This could have been different, if you had just tried to get along, if you had just tried, for once in your life, to do something better.
It didn't matter. He'd already made the choice, and he'd already broken his brother's trust, so it didn't matter. Carter would believe what he wanted to believe, and since there were only the two of them and there wasn't much of a choice in the first place, Raffin had taken away the option for any sort of discussion or difference of opinions. It had to be one of them, and so it would be Raffin, because he didn't matter. Not after everything they'd been through. Not after he'd met -
Carter mattered. Carter had always mattered. Raffin never did.
He flew onward, onward, onward, and after a while, he stopped thinking so much.
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