( Calamity used to be a troublemaker. 8D )

"Yeah, Severin!" Calamity accused, scowling at his brother. "Why do you have to be such a bastard? To everyone!?"

Severin's hands went into his pockets, searching for his beanie. He came up with nothing. Where was that hat, anyway? "I'm getting out of here," he growled, turning around and storming out the door. However, he wasn't going to leave. He just stood against the door, hands over his face and gritting his teeth.

"I'm sorry," Calamity said with a soft sigh. "He's always been like this. Do...do you know what's wrong with him?" he asked, looking at Claire.

( He's a freak. c: Calamity, Cain, and Lucius have similar personalities, but different backgrounds and whatnot. If I were to categorize them by background, Calamity would be completely out of their circle. However, if I categorized them by "childhood/adolescent antics," they, along with a lot of other characters, would be in the same group.
...My brain works this way.

And. Omg. Jay, Severin is going to cut your throat.
Or strangle you with his beanie.
Whatever you do, don't shoot him.
He can take it. )

"You really don't know?" Calamity asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "I've always found that Severin does a bad job hiding it. I think..." He looked at the door Severin had stomped out of wistfully, brow furrowed in a remorseful manner. "I think he doesn't care. I figure he just wants to be...well, dead."

Calamity looked back at Claire, eyebrows still knitted together. "You've never come to that conclusion, have you? Or are you just denying it? I know it, I'm sure you know it. Do you? Did you?"

( xDD Cain has one. Nothing really went wrong in his life, I think. Either that, or he's too laidback to care if something did.
Other than that. xD I guess not.
I like killing them off. eue I wasn't sure what to do with Kurt, so I shot him through the heart.
...Or just chest.
GAH.

OMG. THREATS TO LOVERS.
Severin would take Jay's gun and shoot her on sight.
Even if she is a girl!

Girl, Calamity's probably, like. Three feet taller than you. (suchanexaggerationomg) xD Depends on how tall you are. )

Sighing a shakey sigh, Calamity slipped a hand into Claire's hair. Maybe she couldn't accept the truth, but he already had long ago. All he could do was try and keep and eye on his brother, who always seemed to slip through his fingers. Although he didn't hide things, he was sneaky, as contradictive as that sounded.

"It's all right," Calamity told her honestly. "I love-" He stopped. His neck was bent, as he was just about to kiss the top of Claire's head, and the words that almost slipped off his tongue were causing his heart to race. What if Severin's listening? "I love you too." I guess I don't care.

In fact, Severin was not listening. He was too consumed by his own thoughts to worry about what others were saying. Although he was sitting right outside the door, he wasn't listening. Not that he could hear them over his thoughts, anyway. Just once. he thought. Just a little. A little bit, not even that.

"I, uh," Calamity pulled away from Claire, glancing down at the ground. "I should clean that up." He grabbed some paper towels, then bent down to pick up the piece of cake. It wasn't that hard of a task, but he took his sweet time cleaning it up.

( http://kris-wilson.deviantart.com/#/d1qkj8k
Reminded me of Severin. xD )

"It's okay," Calamity said, already by the trash can and throwing the papers away. He turned around to face Claire, smiling slightly. "Come on, let's go calm down that Severin kid." He chuckled softly, a little nervously, and then waved for Claire to follow him. "I'm sure he hasn't gone far."

( My muse died. :C
I think I'mma go draw, uh. Crappily. )

Calamity opened the front door, only to hit something that was in the way and suddenly have his leg grabbed. "Don't fu.cking hit me," said a quaking voice, and of course, it belonged to Severin. Calamity dropped to one knee, then he was on both, trying to pull Severin's hands away from his face by pulling on his forearms.

"C'mon, Severin," Calamity said, still tugging on the other's arms. He looked up at Claire and grabbed her arm, pulling her down to her knees as well.

"I can't–I need–I don't–I need it," Severin choked out, sputtering and struggling. Struggling with his words, and struggling to pull away from Calamity, that is. "I'm so–so–so sorry, I am, I am." He was sobbing now, and Calamity was starting to panic.

"Calamity," Severin suddenly snapped out of his curled-up position, grabbing Calamity's shoulders and staring into his widened eyes with his own. "Calamity, you–you know. You know, you've got to help me." His face broke again then, and he pushed his head into his older brother's chest, beginning to sob again. "Please, please, don't let her know... I d-don't want her to know, it's just... She probably already does. Don't–don't tell her, Calamity!"

Bewildered, Calamity could only hold Severin awkwardly, staring dead ahead for a bit before he turned his gaze to look at Claire. "You can't know... But, I'm going to go get something for Severin." He pushed Severin to Claire, standing up. "Get him inside. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Calamity disappeared almost instantly, leaving Severin to Claire. He shook his head furiously, trying to move away from her as he did so. Why did Calamity have to leave them? As much as he had missed Claire, Severin didn't want to be around her while he was having a breakdown. The reason behind his breakdown would surely disappoint her, and perhaps she was already rather disappointed. After all, he was supposed to be stronger, not the type to suddenly burst into choking sobs.

Being completely apathetic like he was wasn't being strong, though, no matter how much Severin believed it to be so. Emotions brought people down, though, didn't they? That's what Severin thought, but he couldn't stop himself from crying. The tears just kept coming, even with his face buried in Claire's shirt.

He was ruining her birthday. "Claire, I'm so sorry," he managed through sobs, holding himself against her. "I am!"

Each breath that Severin let out shook like an earthquake, causing his entire body to shake along with it. The same went for every breath that Severin inhaled, and this sort of breathing made it almost impossible to speak. When he finally did speak, though, his voice trembled like his breathing did.

"It's not okay," he gasped out in between breaths. Clearing his throat, Severin added, "and I'm sorry. Sorry for ruining your birthday, sorry for never telling you how much I loved you, sorry for being so cold to you. I'm so sorry."