★ leave this here run your morning bath in seafoam ♡//tw for abuse mention, parental death/murder
Axel thought he looked up to his father. He had to have
someone to look up to. His mother, bless her heart, never remained involved throughout his childhood, she was when he was first born; his first two years were two of the best ones in his life. He was their only son, he was their love of their life- but then Ves was born. Nothing had changed immediately, they were still a happy family. Ves' albinism took a hit on their father's ego, but he didn't take it out on the boy. Henry would talk to Pheobe frequently, express his concerns about the way his baby boy looked. Axel didn't understand what was so wrong with his younger brother.
Chris was born, two years later, and things started to become downhill, especially after Chris' death.
"Why couldn't you just be normal?" He'd scream at the middle child.
"Why do you need to look like that!?"His father's death was both the most relieving thing, but also the most stressful thing the brothers had to bare. Ves had no idea what to
do. His dad's body at the bottom of the steps, Ves' hands shaking as he stood at the top. The fire starting in the living room. Ves hardly could remember that night. Axel remembered it vividly. The two had never seen their mother since that night. The fire was so great, he was shocked to see the house still standing when he passed by it.
Axel spotted Teddy, saw the constant expression change when he passed by the other people on the beach. His own face contorted into a frown and he headed over towards the other man- he figured that maybe, just maybe, he could talk to the man. He could help him with something that bothered him. He'd be able to be on the man's good side, and that was more than enough for the oldest Bielschmidt son.
By now, he had a slight stubble growing on his chin. He'd have to shave it off before it got any worse. He looked too much like his father with facial hair, he found out the hard way. Ves was terrified of him. He never talked to him until Axel shaved it off, and as the older brother stood in front of the mirror, he could see his own father's face staring back at him. He was practically a spitting image. Axel cut himself shaving, not caring once about being careful. He wanted the facial hair
off. He hated his father with all his might, the spite of becoming a better man than him was so strong, it overtook him.
"
Hey, Theodore." Axel forced himself to greet the leader, hiding his shaking hands in his pocket.
Authority terrified him.
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speech"
