WARNING: I feel like I should put a warning here. Fighting? Edin? Crying

Virgil looked out the window and dropped his waistcoat and the spare button.

"Shoot, I'm gonna miss the sunset!" He said, scrambling up to root around for his paper and wax pastels.

"What on Earth are you looking for, little Devil?" The tone made Virgil freeze. Slowly, he stood up to his full height. Then, he turned to face Edin.

"What are you doing here, Edin?" He asked. His voice came out more panicked than he would've liked.

"Is it such a crime to come up to the tallest tower just for the view?" Edin asked. Virgil's eyes fleeted around the tower walls quickly, doing a fleeting count of all his drawings.

"Worried about your precious scribbles, little Devil?" Edin asked, a cruel grin crossing his face. He looked up at the closest drawing. "They're very pretty." He said, lifting the page up slightly with his hand.

Virgil clenched his hands into fists behind his back, rubbing his knuckles with his thumb.

"It would be such a shame if someone were to," Edin tore the picture off the wall in one swift motion and crumpled it in his hand, "ruin it." He grinned a sick grin at Virgil.

"Don't!" Virgil said desperately. "Don't you even-"

"Even what? Dare?" Edin tore down another picture and ripped it in half. "What are you going to do, little Devil?" Edin let the two halves of the drawing flutter to the floor and moved on to the next sunset picture. "Hurt me?" Edin grabbed two pictures in each hand and crumpled them into balls, ripping them. "You wouldn't dare."

Virgil yelled at Edin. He didn't say anything, he just yelled and rushed at his step-brother. If Edin hadn't been so surprised by the sudden savagery, he'd probably have been able to fight back. Virgil grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to the window.

The window was about the size of a door and Virgil forced Edin to his knees, leaning out over the edge. Edin could see the gravel drive below the tower. A fall from this height would kill him.

"Let them go." Virgil hissed in his ear. One of Virgil's hands was pressed painfully between Edin's shoulder-blades. Virgil clearly didn't want to kill Edin. That was his downfall.

Edin laughed as well as he could with the stone window-sill pressing into his throat. "Okay." He threw the pages of paper out of the window, where the wind picked them up and carried them away.

"No!" Virgil let Edin go and grabbed onto the side of the window, as if he could reach the drawings from there.

Edin stood up and ran his finger around the inside of his shirt collar. He smoothed his hair down and straightened his shirt.

"You could go after them, you know." He said quietly. "You could jump. See if you can catch them from there."

"Do you want to be the next thing out of this window?" Virgil snapped. "Get out."

Edin didn't move. "I said get out!" Virgil said, his voice rising at the end. Edin decided he didn't want to die and ran.

Virgil remained motionless at the window long after he heard Edin's footsteps retreat. Slowly, he unlatched his hand from the stone of the window. He knelt down by the torn halves of the paper on the floor.

Carefully, Virgil picked up the pieces of his drawings. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand but this didn't stop the tear rolling down his cheeks.

After everything that had happened, Virgil was crying over some drawings. And that was probably the worst thing about this.

Did I enjoy writing this? Not as much as I thought I would.
Actually, I didn't enjoy writing this at all.
Bye,
Blaize