"They loved Lex's wild spirit more than my tamed one. Found him bathed in blood all too often for his age."
Belladonna furrowed her eyebrows.
At what age was it appropriate to be found bathed in blood?
Blood!
"Lex was a lot like my parents than I was. At a point," he chuckled, turning his gaze to her, "I almost started getting jealous, but," then he raised a finger up, "I could not hate my brother. I mean, he was my baby brother after all. I loved him. He made me happy. His presence, his laughter, his troubles, the way I would always have to clean up after his mess in the village when he would go barserk on the animals." He chuckled again, his eyes filled with warmth and absolute love.
"I never complained. I took some of the blames of what he did, but like I said before, my parents knew who the psycho was." He looked back at the painting, folding his hands behind him. "At the end of the day, we are still family."
Belladonna looked at the painting once again.
