[ dirt and dust begins to rise up from the ground as merle struggles to keep his brother pinned to the ground.
daryl is almost as strong as he is, but he's nowhere near as skilled in hand-to-hand combat, which is why merle (thankfully) manages to avoid being punched in the gut gut; however, the shoving is starting to become a bit irritating, so grabs a fistful of his daryl's shirt and yanks his brother towards him, then he draws back his prosthetic arm, readying himself to drive his fist straight into daryl's face, but then something strange happens. instead of beating the crap out of his kid brother, merle lowers his arm and takes a deep breath.
this fight is pointless. he isn't going to gain anything from rearranging daryl's face. well, except a surge of guilt, of course.
pressing his lips together, he takes a moment to calm himself down. his temper has always got the best of him, but this time he refuses to let his rage to consume him. ]
I'm sor-- Shit. You're a mess, brother, and I'm-- Fuck, I don't even know who or what I am any more.
[ shifting slightly, he digs his knees into the dirt and hooks his prosthetic arm around daryl's back, then he places his hand on the back of daryl's neck and tilts his head forward so their foreheads are pressed together. ]
It's time to let me go, D. I'm a piece of shit and...I just hold you back.
♪ KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH EACH TAG. ♫
daryl is almost as strong as he is, but he's nowhere near as skilled in hand-to-hand combat, which is why merle (thankfully) manages to avoid being punched in the gut gut; however, the shoving is starting to become a bit irritating, so grabs a fistful of his daryl's shirt and yanks his brother towards him, then he draws back his prosthetic arm, readying himself to drive his fist straight into daryl's face, but then something strange happens. instead of beating the crap out of his kid brother, merle lowers his arm and takes a deep breath.
this fight is pointless. he isn't going to gain anything from rearranging daryl's face. well, except a surge of guilt, of course.
pressing his lips together, he takes a moment to calm himself down. his temper has always got the best of him, but this time he refuses to let his rage to consume him. ]
I'm sor-- Shit. You're a mess, brother, and I'm-- Fuck, I don't even know who or what I am any more.
[ shifting slightly, he digs his knees into the dirt and hooks his prosthetic arm around daryl's back, then he places his hand on the back of daryl's neck and tilts his head forward so their foreheads are pressed together. ]
It's time to let me go, D. I'm a piece of shit and...I just hold you back.