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Post by David Porter on Aug 23, 2011 22:02:57 GMT -5
David gave little mind to his brother's response as he began to patch him up, placing all his focus in his work. He was almost afraid to let his thoughts stray, still just barely keeping his anger from leaking out again. Focusing on this was his first priority before before he could concern himself with anything else. He didn't want to do anything wrong or mess up somehow.
Having close to no medical knowledge, David ended up guessing half the time with what to do, frowning as he knew several of the gashes would most likely need stitches. Latch would have to the hospital sooner or later... though in this situation 'later' appealed to him far more than sooner for whatever reason. There was still a bit of fear dwelling on the thought of what might happen if they kept coming in like this.
After cleaning the cuts and scrapes he went to bandage them, sighing a little as he did. "...We need to talk," David started lowly, not even sure why he bothered. Latch seemed half aware at the moment, but David couldn't bring himself to wait any longer to say something. He was worried, not just because of Latch's physical state...but his mental one as well. Though David had never been afraid of him, he found himself becoming wary of what Latch was capable of. He didn't want him to end up doing something he'd regret later.
Gigimon watched his partner a few moment before his gaze went to Koromon, watching as the fellow in-training went back to his side. He felt like he needed to do something to help, but he wasn't sure what. David would probably tell him to knock it off if he jumped up on the bed again. With a light and thoughtful hum, he got to his feet, looking to Koromon with ears perked, "Hey, we should help!" A small smile came to Gigimon's face at statement, gesting toward the door with one of his little feet. "I bet he'll need medicine. We can go get some so David doesn't have. Or...Or maybe food."
Gigimon was aware that Latch probably wasn't in the mood or state to eat anything, but he was just trying to help somehow. He was also aware that Koromon might refuse to go with him, wanting to stay behind and watching to make sure Latch was alright. After all, Gigimon would most likely do the same if it were his partner in this situation.
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 24, 2011 3:27:35 GMT -5
Latch stayed completely still as David worked, offering no response to any of what was going on other than the occasional wince. He really wasn't paying all that much attention at some point though, making him almost eerily unresponsive to everything. The wounded boy just sort of stared up at the ceiling blankly, as if he wasn't really entirely there... Which was true, because his mind happened to be elsewhere. It was just caught in the calm of everything, the calm that fighting as hard as he had that day had brought him; so much violence had satiated the dark spore in his neck for the time being, at least until the next day when he would go out once again to look for opponents."...We need to talk,"He blinked as his brother voice managed to dig him out of his thoughts and pull him back to reality, his eyes regaining the usual sort of alive look as he turned his gaze to his brother. "...about what?" Latch murmured, his response coming out in and almost entirely flat tone and nearly lacking any inflection. It was like he really didn't have to ask to know what David wanted to talk about, as really he already knew what the other wanted to speak of... Him going out and fighting like he does, or something related to it. There was nothing else worth talking about, though he really didn't find this worth it either.
How could he make David understand that he had to fight, that if he didn't he would go insane? Latch really was not the best at explaining things, despite the fact he probably had the intelligence for it. It was just a hard thing to give reasons for to someone who had no idea what he felt, or what he was going though. Whatever he said he had the feeling his brother would just scoff at it and not listen, something that sort of frustrated him."Hey, we should help!"Koromon blinked at Gigimon's suggestion, the look on his face blatantly showing that the in training had absolutely no idea how they could mange that. They were both so small that he couldn't really see what on earth they could do, as in his mind David was the only one capable of it really. As he listened to the other in training his expression changed to something echoing skepticism... He knew his partner would probably refuse to eat anything, even though the boy hadn't eaten today. That was probably the very reason Latch had lost the last fight he was in so badly, because he was so low on energy that his body could hardly function anymore.
At this realization he decided that at least bringing his partner food would be a good idea, he just didn't really know if they could. "can we even do that?" Koromon asked quietly, though he paused as he realized that David and his brother might start talking. He was tempted to just stay and listen, to see what exactly would be said between the two and what about exactly. He felt like he knew but he wondered how it would be conveyed... Hopefully in a way Latch would listen to.
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Post by David Porter on Aug 24, 2011 10:35:53 GMT -5
"...about what?" ...As if he didn't know.
The question was a waste of breath as far as David was concerned, his expression shifting to one of mild irritation. Biting his tongue, he resisted the urge to tell Latch he knew pretty damn well what he wanted to talk about. All that ended up coming out of that though was a sharp sigh, shaking his head lightly as he turned his head...absently going to sit at the edge of Latch's bed.
"I don't know exactly know why you're doing this, but..." David found himself trailing off, eyes trained on the floor of his brother's room as if it might give him the answer to his worries and frustrations. It took him several moments to collect his thoughts, trying to go at this from a different angle than usual. He didn't want to waste his time saying the same things over and over...eventually the only thing Latch would hear is noise. "You need to stop.That's not a demand or anything, but... I'm really just going to have to start begging now."
There was a pause as David's gaze shifted to look at his brother, for once in a situation like this the bitterness seeming void from his expression. Instead, there was a glint of disappointment. Though his eyes were directed toward Latch, the feeling was directed to nobody but himself. Why did he feel this way? Like this was his fault. David had no idea of the dark spore embedded within his brother's mind and even then, he wouldn't understand it. He couldn't. Without this knowledge he needed something to blame...or someone.
The glance was short lived and David soon found himself staring at the floor once again, the same look of thought coming to his face once more. "You can do what you want Latch, it's your life. I just don't want to you ruin it...which I guarantee you will happen if you continue doing this." The words came out sort of slowly, as if David was still struggling to keep calm. This was true somewhat, though rather than being drown with hostility, there was only a sense of failure.
David couldn't lose his brother life this. He wished he could help him, he wanted so badly to do something. After all, Latch was one of the only people he considered himself close to. Even when they were kids, he had always tried his best to protect him. And here, when Latch seemed to need more help than ever, what was he doing? Yelling at him when he came home like a battered doll? This only made him feel worse, his shoulders slouching down as he closed his eye with a quiet exhale.
Across the room, Gigimon seemed to sense his partner's sudden shift in moods, causing him to frown slightly. There was the urge to go over to try and comfort David, but he refrained...something telling the in-training this might not be the time to try and interfere. It was somewhat odd, since Gigimon was normally so cheerful and excitable, to see him as if his mood had shifted along with his partner's. At this, the little digital monster felt the need for conclusion...something to get his own partner out of this situation as he began to notice how much it was bothering him. The feeling was severely acute compared to anytime this had happened before, something that worried him. It was as if Gigimon was suddenly realizing how much this really hurt David.
"can we even do that?"
Gigimon blinked, attention leaving David to go back to Koromon. There was a look of confusion on his face for a few moments, as if he had completely forgotten what it was he'd said in the first place. As it hit him again, he felt his regular personality bubbling up from behind the sour emotions from his partner. He gave the other in-training a confident nod, not seeing any reason why they couldn't. "Sure! It can't be that hard."
At this, Gigimon gave the other a small smile and hopped over toward the door, hoping Koromon would follow. Maybe they should stay and listen, but that almost felt like eavesdropping. From what Gigimon had felt from his partner, he didn't think this was a moment David wanted to share with everyone.
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 25, 2011 0:15:54 GMT -5
He watched in silence as David sat at the edge of his bed, wondering if this might be the beginning of the next bout of yelling. Latch wouldn't be surprised since that was so normal, but something felt... Different somehow about the situation this time, something he couldn't really identify. It was certainly something he really wasn't familiar with, though he wasn't used to how most of this situation had gone so far. He just kept waiting for David to yell and leave like he might usually, but that wasn't happening... Why though?"I don't know exactly know why you're doing this, but..."There was a pause and Latch watched as David looked to the floor, and he had to wonder just what was going through his brother's head at the moment. It almost scared him to know that this situation wasn't going normally, that the usual pattern of things had been disrupted somehow and things were no longer expected. He didn't know why this bothered him so much, he really did not understand... There was just some sense of unease creeping through him. What he had been prepared and ready for was not happening, and he was struggling to know how he should react if at all."You need to stop.That's not a demand or anything, but... I'm really just going to have to start begging now."He blinked as if surprised by his brother's words, almost seeming confused as David looked towards him. Latch could see the disappointment in the other's gaze, but he somehow felt it wasn't really directed at him... Though he didn't really see who else it could be directed at. Who else could it be directed at though, David was looking at him and he was the one going out and getting into fights every day and every night, he was the one coming home battered and bruised every night. This was all he did with his life basically, how on earth could his brother not be disappointed in his deadbeat, jobless, and seemingly masochistic self."You can do what you want Latch, it's your life. I just don't want to you ruin it...which I guarantee you will happen if you continue doing this."Latch watched as his brother looked away, feeling a tinge of frustration within himself. David didn't understand what he went though every single day, that need that always lingered in the back of his head to start a conflict every second he was awake. He had absolutely no idea how he could explain this to his brother, not in a way that made sense or didn't make him sound like he was insane. People who did things like this were usually given pills to take or locked up in asylums or something, weren't they?
This may have seemed drastic to any other person but Latch really believed it was a possibility, and he really didn't want it to happen. "...I can't..." The words came out on seemingly their own accord, as it took him a moment to realize that he had even spoke. He didn't know what else to say after that though so he fell silent and looked off to the side, seeming troubled... Why couldn't he find the right way to explain what was going on in his head? He didn't understand why it had to be so hard to try and find a way to explain what was going on with him to David, maybe because he didn't think he'd understand."Sure! It can't be that hard."Koromon had noticed the confusion on Gigimon's face before the other digimon's words, realizing that the other was most likely not having the easiest time dealing with what he was feeling from David. He wasn't doing too well himself either, sensing the confusion and faint frustration Latch was feeling as it washed over him like waves from an ocean. The in training wasn't even sure he wanted to leave the room anymore, given what was going on. He didn't want to miss the impending conversation for some reason, his large eyes fixed on the two brothers as if he was waiting for something to happen... Maybe he was hoping this would be the day David finally got through to Latch.
"...I'm not sure I want to leave them." He admitted quietly, looking back to Gigimon after a moment. Koromon really did want to help by getting Latch medicine or food, but he felt like he really needed to hear what was going to be said. If he went with the other in training he would miss it and he didn't want that. There was also the fact he was just overall concerned with his partner's physical state at the moment, his gaze turning worried as he looked back towards the two humans.
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Post by David Porter on Aug 26, 2011 10:54:19 GMT -5
"...I can't..." This definitely wasn't the response he had hoped for. There was an overwhelming frustration building up within him, though all he really felt was desperate. After all that and Latch wasn't even going to try...hell, David would have rather his brother lied to him then flat out say he couldn't do it. David didn't want to believe it.
"You can't say that," David responded firmly, though there was a silent urgency in his voice, looking back to his brother. His gaze stayed this time, the faintest look of misery in his eyes. Why couldn't Latch see what he was doing? That it was ruining not just his life, but David's as well. Obviously not to the same extent, but this whole deal tore at him. He didn't enjoy waiting late every night just to see what Latch had gotten into that day, wondering if he'd need to make another trip to the hospital yet again...or question whether or not his brother would come home at all.
"You have to do something. You can't go on like this and the hell if I'm going to sit back and let you destroy your life." His voice came out oddly, as if he hadn't quite decided yet if he was hurt or furious, his voice a bit of a mixture of the two. He felt desperate suddenly, turning his gaze from his brother and looking over at Gigimon for whatever reason. The in-training stopped what he had been doing at this and looked over at David, ears lying low a small bit as he caught the look on his partner's face. It seemed almost as if he were seeking his help.
Gigimon gave Koromon a quick glance of acknowledgment in respects to what he'd said, finding he didn't really want to leave either...not after that look David gave him. He'd feel guilty. After a moment be went and stepped back over toward his partner, sitting by his feet and leaning against his leg a little. Gigimon wasn't sure why he did it, but David seemed to diffuse some , as he exhaled slowly and closed his eyes...taking a moment before he forced himself to look back over to Latch. His voice was calm as he spoke again, "...I just want to help."
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 26, 2011 17:35:29 GMT -5
"You can't say that."If Latch were in his right or at least normal mind, he might have snapped at his brother for this comment and told him he had just said it. It was a juvenile comeback yes, but this whole situation was starting to bother him in ways that David could never understand. This would most likely all end with him telling his brother what went on in his head, and he would probably be taken as being crazy right then and there... Would David send him off somewhere so someone could fix him or get pills to do the job? He really didn't know what would happen if and when he told the other everything and it honestly unsettled him, to the point where he was almost too afraid to speak; all he could was lay there and continue to listen to the other talk."You have to do something. You can't go on like this and the hell if I'm going to sit back and let you destroy your life."He noticed the way his brother's voice came out and it immediately struck him as odd, in fact it took him a moment to fully identify one of the emotions in it. Fury was easy for him to sense, but not the pain in David's voice... He wasn't used to hearing that, especially not from David. Latch watched quietly as his brother's gaze left him and went to the digimon, for whatever reason his eyes following David's over there. The boy looked over at Koromon, making eye contact long enough to see the concern in his partner's large and rather expressive eyes.
Latch didn't know how to react to concern in full though, he honestly didn't know what to do... So he just ended up looking away and stared up at the ceiling. Koromon sighed a tiny bit as his partner's eyes left his and as a result he almost missed the nod Gigimon gave. The in training watched quietly as the other went over and leaned against David's legs, for a moment wishing he could get up on the bed and get to sit with his partner too. The digimon wasn't sure if he was wanted though, and it wasn't like he could even get up there anyway... So he just strayed where he was."...I just want to help."Both Latch and Koromon seemed surprised by this for whatever reason, though the boy was more so than the digimon. He didn't speak just yet, as these instances of displayed concern from David were still.... Odd to him for some reason. It wasn't that his brother had never showed any worry before over the years in which he'd been getting in fights, it was just that the boy still wasn't entirely used to such things. He took a few moments to respond, finding it was rather hard for him to put together what he wanted to say in a way that would explain why he couldn't try without seeming crazy.
"...I... I would try... but... if... if I don't fight..." Latch paused a moment as if this was hard for him to say, which it really was. Koromon went ahead and moved closer to the bed, as if he couldn't really hear what his partner was saying... Or he couldn't believe it and had to be sure he was hearing right. "...if I... don't fight... something bad will happen..." Was all he ended up saying, unable to really say much more than that. That was as far as he could go without making it seem like he needed help, or at least the sort of help that came from asylums or medication.
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Post by David Porter on Aug 30, 2011 15:00:16 GMT -5
"...I... I would try... but... if... if I don't fight..."
"...if I... don't fight... something bad will happen..." David found himself exhaling sharply, looking down and shaking his head in disagreement. Afterward he didn't seem angry though...if anything somewhat bewildered and uncertain. What could possibly go wrong if his brother ceased fighting? He couldn't understand, the confusion picking at him as he struggled to figure out just what his brother meant. "...And...you don't think something bad will happen if you keep doing it?"
The boy's gaze went back to Latch at this, desperately trying to get through to him. Really and honestly was trying to understand, he didn't want his brother going through this alone, as he seemed to be doing the past...well, for a long time. However, David had been certain if he ever offered help, that his brother would just turn him away. Despite any protectiveness he felt for him, he knew they hadn't been very close since they were much younger. The thought stung a little as he began to dwell on it, quickly trying to think of something else. Those things didn't matter much at the moment...or at least they did seem to matter. David felt as if he had lost something dear to him. And over the years...he had.
"If you don't want to tell me, then fine. I can just leave and let you sleep," coming to a pause, David seemed as if he might say something more, picking at the edge of his shirt some. Maybe it was pride that had kept him from saying it all these years, or maybe he had just felt the need to stay strong as if that would somehow fix his brother's problems...but he was scared. Legitimately and absolutely terrified of something happening to Latch. Of losing him.
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He didn't know how to go about saying it though, as David was never too fond of displaying such vulnerabilities. It felt weak somehow, though at the same time being unable to say anything seemed just as weak. In the end he took a small breath, eyes on the wall as he spoke, "...I just don't want something to happen to you. Honestly, I'm...I'm a little scared."
'A little scared' was an understatement, but it was as far as David could get himself to go. He was surprised he'd gotten out what he did despite how nervous he had been to admit it. He hoped Latch would understand what he had meant, that he was scared of the situation and not his brother. No, he had never been afraid of his brother. Maybe for him, but never of him.
It was surprising how much Gigimon had calmed suddenly, the in-training practically rooted to the floor beside David's feet. There was an alert look to him somehow, as if quietly standing guard for not particular reason. After a moment, he shifting a bit closer to his partner's leg and nuzzling it faintly. Though David didn't respond, it didn't dishearten him too much. He usually didn't anyway.
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Post by Latch Winters on Aug 30, 2011 16:35:44 GMT -5
"...And...you don't think something bad will happen if you keep doing it?"Latch frowned at this and looked off to the side, eyes almost seeming to search the carpet for an answer he could give to David. This was a lot harder than he thought it would be, which was why he had never even tried to explain to his brother what exactly went on in his head. There never seemed to be a plausible or sensible way to explain it, as not even he understood what was going on in there. Maybe he really was insane or something was wrong with his head to the point where he did need psychiatric help, but he didn't want to need it... He really didn't want to turn out as being crazy."If you don't want to tell me, then fine. I can just leave and let you sleep."He was grateful for this actually, as he was rather tired and didn't want to have to deal with the stress of trying to explain these things to David. After a moment he shut his eyes, even starting to drift off a little... Then he realized it seemed like his brother might say more, and he opened his eyes a little again. Latch really did just want to sleep but he was curious as to what the other had to say, listening in silence. Koromon was listening as well from his place on the floor, even going and hopping a little closer to the bed again."...I just don't want something to happen to you. Honestly, I'm...I'm a little scared."A rare emotion went through Latch as his brother spoke these words, one he managed to identify as guilt. He didn't know why but it seemed like the only time he could think and feel like a normal person was after had been beat up like this, he had no idea why but that was just how he seemed to work. The boy couldn't really stand to look at his brother at the moment, his eyes staying on the carpet as he tried to figure out what to say. He was still no closer to knowing how to explain everything to David, but after hearing this he figured that maybe he should at least try.
"...I... I dunno how... to explain it to you..." He started out, his voice sounding uncertain as he spoke. Latch paused for a few moments after this, an expression on his face as if he was trying to think. "I just... if I don't fight... I'm just... angry... the only time I can... be normal is... after I fight..." He felt that by saying this it would just make David think he did need the help only a psychiatrist or something could supply, something that made him look distressed for a moment before he pushed the emotion back. He was quiet for another few minutes before he went to try and speak again, pausing a short moment again before actually saying anything.
"I'm... I'm not crazy... I just..." Latch just sort of trailed off, unable to think of where else to go with that statement. His tone had sounded desperate, as he really wanted and needed David to believe this. The worst scenarios on how this might go immediately came to mind and he closed his eyes, as if to brace himself from his brother saying that he thought he was crazy. The boy didn't want to hear that, not from the only family he had anymore.
Koromon was still watching silently from his spot on the floor, though he soon went and bounced up to the edge of the bed and settled there. He knew his partner wasn't crazy, but he also didn't exactly understand why Latch had to go out and fight every day and night like this either. The digimon could see a darkness in the boy but he couldn't really identify it as something like a dark spore, he had no idea what one even was. From his perspective it just seemed like his partner had severe issues controlling his anger, which came from a source he couldn't really find... He didn't see what Latch had to be so angry about all the time.
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Post by David Porter on Sept 5, 2011 0:59:43 GMT -5
David listened as his brother spoke, gaze resting dulling at the ground in front of him. There was almost a feeling of understanding at the first few things Latch had said, as if David could relate in some way. When he was angry or irritated his mood was usually pacified after letting it out...though at the same times he almost ended up feeling worse in the end. He couldn't imagine Latch liked this and he started to wonder if he ever felt remorse for the things he had done to people.
"I'm... I'm not crazy... I just..."
[/color][/center][/font] To hear this frightened him for some reason, taking a deep breath. Was Latch assuming that he thought this? He knew his brother wasn't insane. Latch had violent tendencies, but he worked and functioned like most people...David knew his brother had no mental illnesses. However, he worried what was the matter then. If it wasn't something his brother could control... David realized this whole situation scared him far more than he originally thought. There was something wrong with his brother - something he had absolutely no way of controlling. It crossed his mind that maybe Latch did need medical help, though it pained him to think it, let alone say it. "I see," David responded quietly before he went quiet. He was conflicted on whether or not he should speak the thoughts on his mind, as he didn't want his brother to think there was anything wrong with him. But...wasn't there? After all, normal people did not go out and get themselves in this state just to feel at ease. Maybe Latch could use some therapy or medications...or something to do that would preoccupy his anger. "Maybe...Maybe you should see a doctor." David sunk a small bit after speaking, as if he already knew how his brother would react. [/font][/blockquote] . . . ♠ . . .
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Post by Latch Winters on Sept 5, 2011 2:43:54 GMT -5
"Maybe...Maybe you should see a doctor."Latch's fingers dug into the bed faintly at David's words, opening his eyes and looking at the floor. After a moment though he suddenly sat up, having to grab on to his brother's shirt to stay that way. It was clear from the look on his face that he was in pain, but when he spoke there was nothing but distress in his voice. It was in his eyes too, almost pushing the hurt expression in them back as he gave David a blatantly desperate look.
"d...don't... take me to one... they'll... they throw me somewhere..." He trailed off, his grip on his brother's shirt weakening as if sitting up like that had taken all of his remaining energy. Latch let go and let himself lay back after a short moment, his eyes closed and his breathing a little faster than it should be. He mumbled 'don't take me' again in an almost pleading voice under his breath, like he didn't have the strength to say it any louder. Latch could feel himself fading a little, his battered body demanding rest so it could heal from the beat down it had suffered earlier that night.
Meanwhile Koromon seemed a little surprised by Latch's outburst, staring up towards his partner with wide eyes. He could sort of understand why Latch didn't want to see a doctor, since the boy seemed certain that he'd be locked away somewhere away from them. The in training didn't want his partner locked up like a dangerous animal somewhere, he wanted his partner out here with him and David where he seemed to belong. The thought actually upset the little digimon a great deal, to the point where he gave a faint whimper. He wanted to hop up on the bed again, deciding to go and at least try; he really wanted to sit with Latch right now.
The digimon went and tried to hop up on the bed, and after a few bounces to gain height and momentum he actually made it. Koromon took a moment to realize this actually, since he had never managed it before. Afterward he went and settled next to Latch, not even really feeling affected by the fact that his partner didn't acknowledge him. The in training could see how exhausted the boy was, a bothered expression coming to his face as he looked over all the bandages.
He wished Latch wasn't so hurt.
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Post by David Porter on Sept 7, 2011 2:58:25 GMT -5
David turned to his brother as he suddenly sat up and went to grip onto his shirt, staring at him in mild surprise. He really hadn't expected such a reaction, blinking as his brother spoke and continuing to stare at him even as he went and lied back down. David had figured his brother wouldn't like this idea, but he didn't expect such a negative reaction, unsure if he should push it or not. Even so...he really didn't know what else to do, sighing helplessly.
"Latch, I don't know what else to do," David paused, watching as Koromon hopped up onto the bed. At this he went quiet for whatever reason, as if the digimon was making him weary of speaking his next few words. For whatever reason he shifted to reach down and pick up Gigimon, setting the in-training in his lap and hold onto him faintly. Gigimon blinking and looked at his partner with a small look of concern...knowing very well there was something wrong with him.
"...I think...it wont be as bad as you think. Maybe they can help you." He almost cringed as the words left him, looking down and drawing his partner closer to him. David didn't want Latch to think he thought he was insane...because he didn't. All David wanted was for someone to help his brother, since he obviously couldn't. The thought hurt to acknowledge, but he had to. There was nothing he could do for his brother ...nothing he could think of. It seemed almost as if he were giving up, but in a way this was his last hope. David really did doubt they would take his brother and lock him up someplace...
However, if his brother kept doing this, he felt something like that would be inevitable. He didn't like it, but this felt like a better option then sitting back and doing absolutely nothing.
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Post by Latch Winters on Sept 7, 2011 3:37:29 GMT -5
"Latch, I don't know what else to do."He shook his head a little at this, quickly finding he was starting to feel rather trapped suddenly. The feeling was uncomfortable, conveying itself as an odd tightness in his chest as his heart rate went up. David didn't understand... He would never understand... He didn't want that help, it wouldn't do him any good. How he knew this was unclear but the boy couldn't shake how sure he was of this, that these violent outbursts would go on no matter what was done to help him; locking him up would only make him worse and the pills... He didn't even want to think abut the pills."...I think...it wont be as bad as you think. Maybe they can help you.""shut... up... you... you don't know... what it will be like..." His voice nearly came out in a growl, though it seemed like he was almost too weak for it. Latch opened his eyes and tried to glare at David but... The desperation from before still lingered in his eyes, and it seemed to refuse to leave. He felt betrayed almost at the moment, thinking his brother really did believe he was insane... That he did need to be locked up, that he did need constant medication to keep him in check. His eyes closed again in a wince as the dark spore in his neck throbbed painfully, making him shift and hide his face in the bed.
He didn't want David to see the look of pure agony on his face.
Koromon watched his partner with concern, seeming to sink down as his antennae pressed themselves to his body. He could feel it somehow, though not to the same degree... The pain that was currently coursing through Latch, as he just stayed with his face pressed to the bed. The in training could see the faint shudders the boy's body was giving in response to it, after a moment shutting his eyes. It wasn't until he heard Latch giving a rasping exhale that he dared to look again, watching as the human slowly shifted to rest on his back again.
Latch's eyes were closed and he seemed somehow more exhausted than before, his breathing shaky and starting to slow. He was starting to give in to how tired he was, though he seemed to try and wake himself up as his eyelids twitched. However it didn't seem to work in the slightest, his eyes simply refusing to open. A very faint irritation flowed through him before it faded, only to be replaced by disappointment; he found it pathetic he couldn't stay awake during such an important conversation.
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Post by David Porter on Sept 9, 2011 20:01:45 GMT -5
"shut... up... you... you don't know... what it will be like..." David went quiet at this, looking to the other side of the room and shook his head faintly. He didn't see why he even bothered, he knew this would be Latch's response. Ready to give up, David exhaled softly, turning to look back to his brother to say something when he felt Gigimon jump out of his arms and onto Latch's bed, surprised not just by the action... but also by the bristling look of his partner.
"Don't you tell him to shut up! He's just trying to help you and you're not even listening to him!" Gigimon spoke loudly, ears back as he his eyes burned into Latch. It was surprising to see him like this, the little digimon that always seemed to have a smile on his face. However, he wouldn't tolerate anyone talking to David like this. That, and his partner's mess of feelings was really starting to get to him.
Once the shock wore off, David went to pick his partner up once again, somewhat annoyed. Gigimon wouldn't have it though, evading his grip and hopping up toward Latch a bit more, almost seeming irritated himself. "All he does when you're gone is worry about you and you don't even care!"
"That's enough." David spoke firmly, getting up and going to snatched Gigimon up rather quickly. His partner had said exactly what he hadn't wanted him to, something he wasn't going to just ignore. It wasn't that he didn't want Latch to know he worried about him, but... he didn't want to seem like he was trying guilt trip his brother into changing his behavior.
Gigimon simply huffed and settled into David's grip, not even bothering to wiggle or fight it as he usually would. It didn't seem fair to him that Latch was being so difficult - because he knew how much David really cared about his brother. If he could only feel a small tinge of what David was feeling... it was still too much for him. Gigimon could only imagine what his partner was going through and all he wanted was to help. Though, for once, even he knew this was something way over his head.
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Post by Latch Winters on Sept 9, 2011 20:53:51 GMT -5
"Don't you tell him to shut up! He's just trying to help you and you're not even listening to him!"Latch just barely managed to open his eyes to look at Gigimon, though the little in training was nothing more than a red smudge in his vision. The words actually stung him, he really had been listening... It was just that he was rather sure that type of help would do nothing for him. It would just make it worse, and all they'd have to show for it would be a wide gap between himself and his brother. He didn't want that, he didn't want them to drift any farther apart than they already had."All he does when you're gone is worry about you and you don't even care!"'Stop putting words in my mouth', that was what Latch wanted to tell Gigimon... But his voice wouldn't work for whatever reason, resulting in him just shutting his eyes and turning his head away. He didn't want to hear these things, because in all honesty he did know that David worried a great deal about him, and he really did care. The boy felt guilty every time he came home like this, but it made no difference in whether or not he'd go out again the next day to fight; he had no choice in the matter, he had to. He felt like no matter what he said though Gigimon would just totally disregard it or something, though he had no idea why.
"That's not true, he does care!" Koromon couldn't help defending his partner, seeming rather miffed by the fact David's partner had scolded his. Usually he and Gigimon got along perfectly fine, but he was actually glaring at the red digimon as he spoke. Latch gave a very faint and weak 'stop...' in response to the in training's words though, not wanting a fight to break out... Not one like this. Especially not right now, not when he wasn't awake enough to speak for himself.
Koromon gave a frustrated huff at the boy's quiet request, obviously having plenty more to say to Gigimon. However the in training said nothing else, knowing that this could be talked about any time; right now Latch needed rest and he wasn't going to get it with everyone yelling. He watched as his partner seemed to go stiller somehow, realizing Latch was probably drifting off right now. Even if he wasn't wanted there, the digimon went ahead and nestled close to his partner with his eyes watching the boy concernedly.
Latch didn't say anything for a few moments, seeming like he really was asleep. However one single word slipped out, the sound of it so faint that it would probably be hard to hear even in the silence; "sorry...". It wasn't entirely clear who it was directed at since he wasn't looking at anyone and hadn't said a name, but Koromon had to figure the apology was for David. The in training opened his eyes to look up at his partner's brother and Gigimon, seeming apologetic now as opposed to angry.
"...he really is. even if it doesn't seem like it." The digimon said lowly, shutting his eyes again after a moment.
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Post by David Porter on Sept 9, 2011 22:23:47 GMT -5
Gigimon nearly shouted back after Koromon spoke up, but David gave his partner a fairly stern look that stopped him from doing anything. The in-training couldn't fully understand the situation, or exactly what he was saying... as far as he knew, what he was saying was correct. It seemed that way anyway, as Gigimon had a very black and white way of seeing things at times. If it hurt David, it was bad. Bad was wrong... Latch was wrong. There was no excuse for it as far as the little digimon was concerned.
On the other hand, David had a bit more understanding on the subject, knowing Latch did care to an extent. Or... maybe that' just what he'd fooled himself into believing all this time. ...No. Latch cared, he just couldn't help how he acted. There had to be a reason for it, though every time David came close to understanding something seemed to get in the way. He wished he knew what to do. If taking him to a doctor wasn't it, then... what?
David refused to believe this was it.
That he needed to give up.
"sorry..."
At this, David was dragged out from his hopeless thinking, blinking and looking down at his brother with a small frown. Despite Gigimon's unwanted outburst, he found himself wrapping his arms around his partner in a small hug. There was something nagging at the back of his thought, something he needed to say... though all he could manage was a small twitch of his lip before saying something else-
"You should get some sleep."
That was a fairly obvious statement, but David wasn't sure what else to say to his brother, head down as he took a quiet step back. As he turned to leave, his eyes went to Koromon a moment, giving the digimon a nod. Though he was still wary of such a thought, Koromon was most likely the only other being he really trusted to take care of Latch at the moment.
With that, David turned to leave the room, switching the light off so Latch could sleep and leaving the door open a small bit in case Koromon needed to get him for whatever reason. Going straight to his own room, he went and set Gigimon on his bed, patting the in-training's head absently before he slipped over to sit at his desk again and continue what he'd been doing on his computer before Latch had come home. He thought about going to sleep himself, but...
He doubted he'd really sleep well at the moment.
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