AedanDK

Like brothers everywhere he kept the stain close by perhaps to remind him revenge is a dish best not served. He could not remember how or when he got it. Maybe it was that first winter of the bones - the cold was so mean it broke the horses hooves out on the river and he'd held his brother under the thin ice just to feel his weight turn the water blue. Perhaps it was the spring they both fell in love with Rachel. She wore too few clothes and her smile, slung low in the pocket below her hips, always dared them to try and pull her blouse up or steal cigarettes for her to dangle between her lips. His mother swore it