My family always said I was the bad child
Throwing me away into the bad pile
All my life been putting on a fake smileActing like he had a happy past, avoiding his brother in any way possible
Sitting on my own, feel like I'm exiled
Being young at Foxfire, always being alone
Feeling like I always do the wrong things
Telling all their friends that I'm the bad kid
Now I'm on my own, I lost my magicHe was a Mesmer, but centeries of not using it removed the ability
Dealing with your bullshit now I'm over itAttacking his brother at the fall of lumeria, being sick of him.
And you took a part of meLeft me with the memories, oh
Every fight, every yell, leaves him scarred
We were never a familyThem tormenting him, torturing him, until he could barley breathe
Now you're standing in front of my door, oh oh oh
Like none of this happened at all, all, all
Fintan and Vespera showing up at his door, acting like they did before... before he manifested.
I guess I'm always gonna be the bad childThem deserting him over and over again, until he has had enough.
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Mainly Bronte OneShots
FanfictionThe title. Mentions abuse, self harm, anger, violence, blood & gore.... Is that everything? Oh, and grief.