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“It’s ok Virg, honestly. It’s not… not even that bad…” John manages numbly around his split lip; only his eyes are blank and dead and John’s got a bruise splashed out like spilt ink, raw and split and already darkening purple across one of his cheeks.

It deepens at the ridge of his eye socket where he’d been punched and where the bully’s thick ring had sliced a bloody gash into his skin. The aspiring astronaut is pale; swamped under the billowing tent of Virgil’s checked shirt. His little brother had draped it over John’s skinny shoulders upon finding John’s smart Harvard polo was ruined.

The younger boy’s shirt hangs down to John’s hips, about four sizes too big and it has blood that’s not either of theirs splattered across the collar. Virgil had gotten angry when he went to pick John up after the Harvard Science Conference the elder been attending. He'd found his brother grey and shaking with blood pouring from his nose and his books, as ruined as his clothes, spread around him.
They’d shredded paper and skin alike and Virgil is not one who takes such a scene lightly.

also on tumblr: lenleg.tumblr.com/post/1249495…

Description
“It’s ok Virg, honestly. It’s not… not even that bad…” John manages numbly around his split lip; only his eyes are blank and dead and John’s got a bruise splashed out like spilt ink, raw and split and already darkening purple across one of his cheeks.

It deepens at the ridge of his eye socket where he’d been punched and where the bully’s thick ring had sliced a bloody gash into his skin. The aspiring astronaut is pale; swamped under the billowing tent of Virgil’s checked shirt. His little brother had draped it over John’s skinny shoulders upon finding John’s smart Harvard polo was ruined.

The younger boy’s shirt hangs down to John’s hips, about four sizes too big and it has blood that’s not either of theirs splattered across the collar. Virgil had gotten angry when he went to pick John up after the Harvard Science Conference the elder been attending. He'd found his brother grey and shaking with blood pouring from his nose and his books, as ruined as his clothes, spread around him.
They’d shredded paper and skin alike and Virgil is not one who takes such a scene lightly.

also on tumblr: lenleg.tumblr.com/post/1249495…