There was a noise -- quiet and brief, but there nonetheless -- that emitted itself from the back of Alphard's throat at the sudden display of rage. Cygnus had never quite reached this point before, not in Alphard's presence anyway, and it took him aback if only for a moment. However, that moment was quite brief itself, and the sudden realisation dawned upon Alphard that he too was angry, upset, spiteful. There would be no going back. A hand suddenly lifted and fisted there in the back of Cygnus' hair, tugging harshly as he gave a growl of his own: "I won't."
No words could fully describe the pain attached to each letter Alphard had received from what he considered the most important member of his family. And to have him there now, yelling and thrashing about, demanding an apology only added on to the overwhelming amount of sadness Alphard was already feeling. What had his brother become? "I will fucking not, not after --"
His words trailed off, gave way to the loud noise of flesh upon flesh, nails digging in any exposed skin they could find as Alphard squirmed as best he could out of Cygnus' grip. Breathing became ragged, unsteady and even more so as another hand was lifted to shove Cygnus as hard as he could away. That was all Alphard wanted now: distance, space between them. He wanted to be left alone to his thoughts not fighting like some criminal, some bitch in heat seeking an ounce of dignity.
"You don't want me anymore."
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