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He’s an angel, always has been
The youngest son, the golden boy, the favored child
Shining and resplendent with bright hair long and fair cascading in curls, far more perfect than mine ever were, down his back across wide shoulders to a tapered waist to put models to shame
“Hes too pretty for his own good” “That boy has more charisma in his little finger than anyone else I have ever met” “see how tall and pretty that guy is?” Whispers follow him, praise even in the dark
In my dreams he has wings white and whole, huge things pristine and glistening except for the golden metallic liquid that the tips are dipped in. Blood thick I alone know that its the souls he's been given and the mark of all the hearts he’s unwittingly broken.
In reality he has long thin fingers, piano fingers that are perfect and kept soft and agile for music and grace, in my head those fingers are stained black from manipulating the ink black minds of poets and kings, inspiring them to beauty and malice and greed.
He doesnt have a halo but he might as well, all the compliments heaped upon his lofty brow make him hold his head even higher from the ground
some days I feel like I should hate him, my perfect, favored, oh so loved bouncing baby brother
but how could I hate he who I helped raise? he who I helped create and grow? he whos potential I saw first and gave him love and space and the words so that he could grow
people tell me I should hate him because everyone else loves him so much
but I can’t because he was the first person I loved too