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Evan Pucey (evanpucey) wrote in landing_rpg,

"No."

It was a single word, but it's presence was powerful and final, and Evan was almost caught offguard by the strength behind it as he stared down his older brother, a man he had once looked up to so much. He would never be happy for his brother, not after he had left, not after his decisions.

"I will never be happy for you and Westly." The boy's name came out of his mouth like venom, spat to the ground. "You blame our father for your situation, but you have no one to blame but yourself. You 'love him with every fiber of your being'," It was clear that Evan found this notion ridiculous. "And have left nothing for your family. You were given a choice, and you made your decision because of a ridiculous infatuation that you've convinced yourself is going to last you a lifetime. You've given up the people who birthed you, raised you, loved and cared for you for seventeen years before you even so much as glanced at this stupid boy you've decided you're going to marry.

I deluded myself into thinking you'd change your mind, you know. A part of me honestly believed you'd come back to our family, and I'd have my brother back. I've realized now," He laughed bitterly. "Even when this romance of yours ends, even if you come crawling back on your hands and knees, I won't want you back. You aren't my brother. Not anymore."

Even with the firmness of his words, Evan could feel the sharp pain building in his chest, burning to the point that it was difficult to breathe, but Evan was nothing if not talented at appearing much more thick-skinned than he was. He finally averted his gaze from his brother's to start the journey back to the castle, his fancy shoes crushing the unlit cigarette that had fallen, pressing it down into the snow.