Continuing on Purpled's POV for chapter two
Comment of you'd like an OC mentioned/featured in later parts; add: physical description/image, personality, faction (ex: Las Nevadas, L'Manberg, Snowchester...)
Part Contains: Purpled angst, Punz being bad sibling lmao
Part 1: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000093316
Chapter Two pt 1: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000093731
Chapter Two: If the Miracle was Getting One Moment (With You?)
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An hour before six, Purpled's alarm clock woke him up.
He flipped over in bed, eyes not even open yet, and turned off the alarm. Purpled laid there for about a minute, then sounded a soft groan. Violet-lavender eyes fluttered open and stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. His room was themed electric purple galaxy, with LED lights strung up everywhere, illuminating posters of outer space. His ceiling was painted black with glow-in-the-dark celestial stickers. A thin stream of sunlight was filtering through his dark purple curtains.
Not wanting to leave his bed, Purpled found interest in Frères, a small star sticker he'd gazed at countless times before. Where was it? When they had first installed the stickers, they gave up organizing the cosmic beings, and just put the remainder on randomly.
"You know what, Punzo? I don't think it matters where each one goes."
"But you like organized things, and constellations."
Purpled smiled. "It's okay, really. You've been working on this for two hours now, I'd feel guilty. Just stick them randomly, it'll look good anyway."
"Yeah, okay..." Punz hesitated before peeling off a star and sticking it to the direct middle of the ceiling. "Frères," he said proudly.
The two spent the rest of the afternoon finishing decorations together in silence, with a playlist in the background.
"If you stay within the light, I'll always find you, looking for the moon..."
Purpled tore his gaze away, the hole in his heart making itself known. He rolled upright, eyes lowered as he changed out of his crumpled tee into a midnight purple suit over a white button-up and cyber-purple tie.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He saw a young man, perhaps in his early twenties. Sandy-blond hair with purple ends curled past his ears, framing a handsome face with high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. Bright purple eyes shone just a bit, barely covering the bags. Two antennae with small purple orbs at the end shivered in the air, having to do with his electrical powers.
He was barely eighteen. He looked a lot older than he should be.
An advantage to that was the ability to lie about his age.
Purpled exited his room, shutting the door softly. In the warm glow of the morning sun, his empty, clean kitchen had a cozy look to it. Purpled passed by a potted plant with wide leaves, in an ugly green and orange pot. Punz thought the pot was funny and insisted they kept it, so Purpled never changed it. Now it stuck out like a pimple in his clear, modern white kitchen, but if he was being honest, Purpled almost didn't want to get rid of it. He mentally noted the plant was taller than the last time he actually noticed it.
He shuffled to the coffee maker and placed a random mug underneath it, starting it up and leaving to water his plants. There were plants on every shelf and windowsill in the apartment. Most of them were small flowers and cacti, with a few larger pots in the corners. A cute bamboo plant sat next to the couch. He watered them all, his lips twitching as he remembered how Punz scolded Purpled for "not having oxygen" the first time he visited.
Soon the bitter smell of fresh coffee brought Purpled back to the kitchen. He mindlessly picked up the cup and took a sip. He almost spat it back out. The steaming liquid trailed a rough taste down his throat as he stared at the mug. It wasn't his usual mug; smooth, round and lavender. It was white. It was bumpy.
Shit. I'm such a fucking idiot.
How could I be so stupid?
Quickly, Purpled set his beverage down and headed towards the door, movements mechanical. I'm such an idiot. He swiftly pulled on a black jacket over his suit, shutting the door quietly as he exited the apartment. How did I screw up so badly?
Five years. Five whole years.
Purpled shook the thoughts out of his head and shifted his jacket, not wanting to remember that godsdamed traitor any longer.
He left the cup of coffee on the counter, cooling in his dead brother's mug.
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Next update on saturday ig
