It never seemed like anything was good enough.
Even rising under the light of his own domain, Carver still lived in his brother’s shadow. Constantly, he thought of how he could be better, ways he himself could be.. improved. If only he looked more like father, if only he was smarter, funnier, friendlier. Everything came so naturally to his brother. Everywhere he went, people were in awe.
Ever since Bethany passed, Carver never felt so alone. Inside, he felt like he lost half of his body, and his nature led him to blame others for it. It was his brother’s fault that their father died; he overestimated himself. That Bethany died; he was supposed to be there, not her. That he was stuck living a life he found purposeless; holding up the family business with all of his strength while Hawke danced in a field reliving his many great memories.
Perhaps that was why he ended up here, in this bed, with him. The thought that Hawke had everything, forcing him to settle for something he didn’t want. Carver had the chance to take something his brother was fond of, and keep it for himself. Was it selfish? Hawke was selfish, too. Glancing at the man sleeping beside him, he realized he was more like Gamlen then he ever thought was possible. Regardless of what he felt, that this might have been what he wanted too, that Hawke was with someone else, he still knew he did it in spite.
For that reason, he was guilty.
Had an urge to draw Modern!Carver, since nothing was really mentioned about him(I also have a lot of making up to do, since my comic pages have been
absolutely horrible avoiding the plot until this point.). A snippet into his eyes, outside the original story line.
If you can guess who’s there and want to see more, I’ll totally draw it up, maybe even add some writing. Just beep twice.