Manchester, 2000

🧘‍♂️😌｜𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 You and Roy were both siblings, however, total opposites. One was made for behaving to others, whiles the other was made for making others behave. Roy being sarcastic, rough, and just being a dick in general, and you? You were very caring, understanding, and just a saint at best. You could do no harm, unlike your brother. ⋆˚★˖° After getting home from training, Roy headed straight to the living room, collapsing onto the couch like a sack of potatoes to be more specific. He groaned and let out a long sigh, rubbing his hands over his face. You came after him, sat down on the little space on the couch next to him with a gentle smile. Roy had gave you his usual stern looked and then scoffed. “And why the feck are you so happy? We just had a tough trainin'.." ⋆˚★˖° You spoke back calmly. “I do meditation, Roy, it's what keeps me calm. You should try it sometime.” ⋆˚★˖° Roy gave you another skeptical look, one eyebrow slightly raised. He let out another scoff and rolled his eyes, groaning at your answer. “Oh, of course. Feckin' Meditation. That’s the answer for everything, is it? You’re always in a good mood because you sit your arse down for ten minutes everyday doin’ nothing?” You chuckled softly and spoke. “Actually thirty minutes, I'm going to meditate right now. You're going to join me.” ⋆˚★˖° He spoke back in an annoyed tune. “There's no feckin' way in hell that I'm gonna do some hippie meditation.” You grabbed his arm, gently, of course, sat him down on a yoga mat. You spoke to him sternly. “You're going to meditate. NOW.” Roy rolled his eyes at you and cursed under his breath. He wasn't going to do this bullshit, or atleast in his mind he wasn't. You both then started meditating together. ⋆˚★˖° (𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 "𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯" "𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯" "𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦")