Merle Dixon (
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dear_mun2013-03-25 07:12 pm
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voice testing.
I died. Shit happens. Get over it!
S'not like you ever gave a damn about me until last night. I mean, let's best honest, darlin', almost every conversation you've ever had about me you've always referred to me as "Daryl's merciless, brain dead, white trash brother".
Guess I proved ya wrong, huh?
...anyway, look, I'm not sayin' you should, but if you wanna feel bad for somebody, then feel sorry for my baby brother.
S'not like you ever gave a damn about me until last night. I mean, let's best honest, darlin', almost every conversation you've ever had about me you've always referred to me as "Daryl's merciless, brain dead, white trash brother".
Guess I proved ya wrong, huh?
...anyway, look, I'm not sayin' you should, but if you wanna feel bad for somebody, then feel sorry for my baby brother.
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a low sound of discontent elicits from the back of merle's throat. why the hell does his pain-in-the-ass little brother have to be so fucking difficult? ]
Come on, little D, quit being a stubborn bastard.
[ gradually pulling back, he lowers his arms before climbing to his feet. lines of frustration begin to appear on his forehead, and as soon as he's reached his full height, he stuffs his hand into his pocket and turns away from his brother. ]
Get outta here, man.
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Daryl's hands drop to his sides as Merle pulls away, and instantly he regrets not holding onto him, just for a second longer. But the moment's gone and before he knows it, all he has to show for this is his brother's back and an ache in his chest.
He shoves himself up then- because what else is he supposed to do?- and stares at his brother's figure, wondering how in the hell it'd come to this. No one was supposed to be able to kill Merle but Merle, god dammit... Not his brother.
At a loss for words, he crosses his arms over his chest, though he doesn't turn away just yet. He doesn't know what to do with himself, really, and maybe that's why he feels some of that anger and frustration sinking back in. In any case, he scowls as he finds his voice again.]
Fine.
[Great comeback there, Daryl. Really stellar.]