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luki-fanfic · 7 years

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Guardians of The Galaxy Vol 2: Unspoken Things

Title: Unspoken Things Rating: T Characters: Yondu Udonta, Rocket, Kraglin Obfonteri Summary:

Conversations that must have happened in Volume 2, that we never saw.

Eclector Prison Cell

“So, since we’ve got some time to kill, wanna tell me the real reason you kept Quill?”

Yondu glanced up, staring at the rodent that shared his cell, before shrugging and returning his attention to the corridor, looking for the small twig that would hopefully be bringing his fin this time around.

“I already told you. He was sm-“

“Oh, don’t even try it” Rocket interrupts, smirking at Yondu. “That explanation might work on Quill, but I’m not that stupid.”

“It aint stupid” Yondu warns. “I’ve got photos, kid was skinny-“

“Oh please” Rocket snaps. “There’s a million small, skinny, starving kids on every fricking planet in the galaxy. Most of which would be elated to find a ticket out. Yet you kept the one kid that didn’t wanna be with you, and came with a payday you chose to ignore. Nobody does that for no good reason, specially a crook like you.”

“Is that a fact?”

Rocket shrugged. “You tell me. For whatever reason, you raised Quill when all the evidence says you should have delivered him. Makes a guy curious-”

His ears prick up. Here comes Groot again.

“-As to why you thought giving him to his old man would be worse than growing up as a Ravager.”

Yondu’s lips purse on reflex, before the stinging pain on his forehead reminds him it’s useless.

“I reckon you’ll find out soon enough if you go looking for Quill rat” he says, ears pricking at the sound of tiny footsteps. To his relief, Rocket steps back in acceptance.

When they break out and the rodent immediately sets course for Ego, Yondu wishes he’d picked his words a bit more carefully.

The Quadrant, above Ego “Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up!” Rocket squawks, running Yondu’s ‘about to fight a planet’ line through his head. “What do you mean, fight a planet?”

Yondu ignored his, pulling Kraglin close.

“What ships made it through the blast?”

“Two M-ships are still in flight worthy condition” Kraglin offered, pulling up the specs. Yondu immediately shook his head.

“No good. If we’re gonna get Quill out before Ego reacts, we’ll need to do it hard and fast. He’ll rip apart an M-ship before we get off the ground. Got something that’ll take a beatin?”

“Well, we still got that shuttle from the Askaveri Bank job.”

“That’ll do.”

“The Askaveri – that was you?” Rocket spluttered, before shaking his head and storming over.

“How about you start talking.”

Yondu rolled his eyes and headed off the brig.

“Follow me rodent, we’ll walk and talk.”

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“You know, there’s considerable walking and not so much talking happening right now…”

Yondu sighs.

“Like dealing with Quill in puberty all over again.”

“I will shoot you archer boy.”

They reached the lift, and Yondu waved a hand to push him away while navigating them down.

“Fine. You want to know what you’ve signed us up for? Ego didn’t just name the planet boy, he is the planet. Also known as a Celestial.”

Rocket stumbled.

“…As in the god Celestial?”

“That’s the one.”

The raccoon groaned.

“Dammit, Quill is gonna be insufferable. He’s a freakin god?”

They hit the right floor, and Yonda heads out.

“Right now we’ll be lucky if he’s even still alive.”

Rocket freezes, only chasing after the Centaurian when he realised the doors were closing.

“Wait, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying Peter wasn’t the first kid of Ego’s I brought to him” Yonda explains, regret deep in his voice. There were ten more before him. Each a different race, different mothers. Guy got around.”

Rocket whistled. “Okay, so guy liked to spread his oats. What’s that go to do with anything.”

Yondu just shook his head, barely aware of the question.

“I should never have taken the jobs. I knew something was up, but the records matched, and the money was so good. Even when my gut was screaming I looked the other way. Wasn’t till one of my men spoke to Ego’s pet that I couldn’t pretend no more.”

“Pet? You mean bug girl?”

Yondu shrugged. “That’s the one. He asked her how the brats were all doing. She couldn’t even name em – had the first one almost a year and his damn near constant companion, whose whole schtick was emotions, couldn’t put a name to a face.”

Rocket felt ice pool in his stomach.

“I didn’t tell em I figured it out, and a few months later he sent me another job. Kid on a backwater dump called Terra whose mother was dying. Realised pretty quickly that if I didn’t take the job he’d just find someone else to do it, so I grabbed Quill and hid em on the ship. Took some sweet talking and threats to get the crew on board, but the old timers had figured out the same thing. Only chance Quill had was with us. Ship’s no place for a kid, but we didn’t have much options.”

The centuarian gritted his teeth.

“Course, a few months in, Ego starts getting curious. I blank his calls and he calls my bluff. Tracks down Stakar and tells him what I’ve been doing the past few years. Stakar came to me and asked what the hell I’d been doing, and I couldn’t…”

His hands clench.

“Stakar was going to take Quill to his old man. Escorting kids was just about within the code. So I told him what Ego was doing. Had to admit I’d trafficked ten kids to their deaths. The look on his face…”

They’re almost at the loading dock, but Yondu pauses, eyes closed and teeth clenched.

“Kicked me out of the Ravagers right then and there. But Quill, he left on board. Told Ego he couldn’t find a trace of the kid, and not to contact the Ravagers for any more jobs involving his brats.”

Rocket paused next to him, eyes wide with the new information.

“You never told Quill.”

Yondu gave a choked laugh. “You know that boy. The second you tell him not to do something he’s halfway into doing it. Knew if I told him anything about his old man he’d either not believe me or go straight for him. Ignorance has always been his best defence.”

The raccoon really can’t find fault with that, and Yondu’s starting to shake off the hesitance from earlier, so Rocket pushes on with one last question.

“What does he want with him?”

“I don’t know” Yondu admits. “But considering what happened to his siblings, Quill’s in serious trouble.”

He heads into the loading bay, heading for an old mining ship that’s long since seen better days, while Rocket mulls over what he’s learned.

‘Hope the old man’s not as big a dick as you orphan boy.’

He winces as his last words to the terran run through his head. Dammit, he only said it because Quill’s Dad was supposed to be the guy someone like Peter should be allowed to get as a father. If he’d known the guy was a murderous asshole he would have kept his damn mouth shut, or at the very least shot the man that night. How the hell was he supposed to know Ego was a nutcase?

By the grace of his biggest gun, Quill better still be alive for Rocket to rescue from Ego or the raccoon will never forgive himse…Quill – he’ll never forgive Quill – for it.

Wait…there’s an obvious way to find out.

“Hey Yondu!” he yells, running into the bay. “You got any handheld radios that’ll reach the surface in here?”

The Quadrant, on Ego

Trying to land a ship the size of the Quadrant on a planet literally falling to pieces was a difficult job at the best of times. Trying to do it solo was a lesson in skill Kraglin had never wanted.

But the Captain needed him, and he was in no position to complain. Now that those strange white tentacles had freed them, he could see the Tattoo Giant running towards them, a tiny figure in his arms.

Suddenly, the radio lurched into life, and the grainy audio of Yondu’s collar phone echoed in the cabin.

“Kraglin, you hear me?”

The man lunges for the radio.

“Loud and clear Captain. You on your way up?”

Instead of the affirmative followed by cursing that he expected, Kraglin felt his heart chill when Yondu just sighed.

“Kraglin, the rodent’s on his way up. Once he gives you the order, you head out, you clear.”

The Xandarian froze.

“Kraglin! We clear?”

He swallowed.

“Cap…I can’t leave you behind. S’not right.”

Over the radio, he heard Yondu sigh again.

“I can’t leave him behind” he says. “I’ve screwed up every damn time he needed me to pull through, I need to do this.”

He doesn’t. That’s what Kraglin wants to say. His Captain had done more than anyone could have done for Peter without losing the respect of his crew. Peter won’t even be expecting him to stay.

Not like Kraglin, who through his own stupidity only has Yondu left.

“Cap…”

“You were a better first mate than I deserved Kraglin” Yondu interrupts with his usual abruptness. “Sorry you had to put up with so much crap from me.”

“Don’t say that” Kraglin snaps. “I’m the one who screwed up. I should be the one down there – head on up and I’ll extract Peter.”

Yondu just laughs.

“It don’t surprise me that the one mutiny that worked was cause you spoke up Krags” Yondu laughs. “Known for years if you wanted to take control I’d probably lose. Whole ship answered to you and you never even knew it. Expect you’ll be flying with your own crew in a few years.”

“No” Kraglin says. Forcefully enough that he can practically hear the capital. Beneath him he can hear Quill’s giant friend clambering on board. “In a few years I’ll be right where I need to be. By your side handling your new crew.”

“That aint gonna happen son” Yondu replies, and Kraglin’s knees feel weak. “Peter’s my boy, but he’s no Ravager. You’re gonna have to carry the crimson clan yourself from now on. Can’t think of a better heir to the title.”

It’s not becoming of a Ravager to cry, but Kraglin’s about ready to do just that.

“Captain…”

“Tell me Kraglin” Yondu snaps, back to business. “Tell me you heard the order. When the rodent lands, you leave.”

Kraglin’s hand tightens around the radio.

“Kraglin!”

He swallows.

“Aye, aye Captain” he chokes out.

Yondu sighs, and the man can practically see his shoulders relax.

“Good man. I might not die under the Colours of Ogord, but promise I”ll be there to wave you on when your time comes. Make me proud Kraglin.”

The radio cuts off, and Kraglin punches the control panel just as Drax arrives.

“The others will soon arrive” he states, walking over and glancing out the window. There are two figures climbing out the crevice. One’s Gamora and the other…

Huh. Guess the sister murdering didn’t work out so well. Hopefully that means she wont wanna kill Kraglin for messing up her payday either.

He pays no attention to their mad scramble to the doors. All Kraglin can look at is the crevice. Hoping, begging, that the next body out will be a centaurian lugging a red coated terran with him.

But it’s not.

It’s Rocket.

Who refuses to answer Gamora’s yells, and orders Kraglin to leave.

Drax is yelling now, realising that Quill isn’t on board. Kraglin ignores him, firing up the engines and fulfilling Yondu’s last order.

He won’t go any further than he has to. Just far enough outside the planet’s atmosphere that he can escape its gravity. If Yondu and Quill find a way out, maybe he can get to them in time. Maybe it don’t have to be the way the Captain plans…

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thescrewedrooger · 7 years

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And There She Was - 48

***Seth’s POV*** 2 months have passed. Charlie still won’t tell me a reason why. She contacts me when she wants to see the boys, but every time after she has spent time with them, she always comes to me wanting to talk. I am still standing my ground with it, unless I get a reason, I’m not talking. Ever since Charlie left me, I have been spending the whole weekends with the boys. I don’t even work from home. They are keeping me sane. I just wish they had their mother here to complete the scene. Like how we used to be. I am in the living room playing with them, the T.V is on in the background. It grabs my attention as I hear Charlie’s name. I watch as our breakup is outed to the world while my heart sinks at the same time. I don’t want to keep watching it, but I keep watching anyways. As the story goes on, there’s footage and photos of her with another guy. Charlie and this guy are fairly intimate. Friends don’t get that close to each other. My heart shatters into a million tiny pieces, there’s no way in hell I will be taking her back after seeing that. Tears well up in my eyes, Jordan is starting to notice emotion now. He notices my very few tears he asks

“Dad Ok?’

I fake a smile and say to him “Dad will be fine”

Charlie texts me “Do you mind if I take the boys out today?”

I don’t reply. I don’t want her to take them anywhere after seeing her with another man. I don’t want meeting her boyfriend yet, the thought crosses my mind that she probably will be doing that, if she hasn’t done so already when she has taken them out. An hour later, she shows up, she knocks on the door now, she gave me the key back over a month ago. I let her in, but I don’t say a word, I give her the cold shoulder.

She ignores it and asks “Can I take the boys out for a while?

I reply flatly “No”

She snaps “Why?”

I keep calm because the boys are still in the room, I tell her “I just seen on T.V our breakup being outed to the world, if that wasn’t bad enough, they showed you and this guy, you seem extremely comfortable with each other, so am I going to hear a reason now?”

Tears form in her eyes “I didn’t want to tell you”

I’m finding it hard to keep calm, but manage to do so “You are a real piece of work. Did you just fall out of love with me? What happened because I’m sure as hell I didn’t do anything wrong”

She replies softly “You didn’t, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you”

I ask “Tell me this, don’t lie to me, I really need to know. Did you cheat on me with this guy?”

She replies “No”

I tell her “You better not be lying to me”

She says “I’m not lying, I had feelings for him, but never acted on them while we were together, I don’t cheat”

I break down and cry uncontrollably, she steps up to me and tries to comfort me, I snap “Really, the last thing I really need right now is the person that caused all this pain is to try and make me feel better”

She backs off.

I say “Spend time with the boys, but you aren’t taking them out, then after you have finish spending time with them, you get the hell out of my sight”

She pleads “Babe, please”

I look at her “You lost all rights to saying that to me when you left me. I’m not playing the mind games. I don’t know if you plan on stringing me along just in case if this guy doesn’t work out, but I’m not as naïve as I once was, I won’t be having a bar of it”

She then says to me “I love you”

I just shake my head and walk away. I say flatly “Just spend time with the boys, I will be in the bedroom, come and get me when you are done”

I just read a book while she spends time with the boys. A couple of hours later, she comes into the bedroom, she sits next to me on the bed, then she straddles me and starts kissing me. I push her off me.

I yell “What is wrong with you? We are done, there’s no hope for us. Anyways not that long ago you said you don’t cheat, aren’t you cheating on your boyfriend when you just tried that shit with me? I am really wondering if you are telling the truth when you said you didn’t cheat on me”

I walk out into the kitchen, she follows me. She notices I haven’t taken the drawing down I did us while she was pregnant with Jordan. I have done several since then of us, but she doesn’t know about them. I have done one final one of just the boys and I.

She says “You still have that on the fridge”

I laugh “You can have that, and guess what, I have a lot of others as well you can have” I walk over to the fridge, pull the picture of the fridge and hand it to her, she takes it. Then I go to the draw and take out the other pictures, I roughly hand them to her.

I tell her “Just leave me alone, you have seen the boys, now it’s time for you to leave” Charlie slowly walks out the door, her eyes fixated on the drawings as she is walking. Another 2 months pass. With the insane amount of money I am earning now, I buy a house. It’s huge. Probably way too big for the boys and myself, but I don’t care. I needed a fresh start. I didn’t pass it by Charlie that I was moving as I wasn’t leaving town, I just told her that I bought the house and this is where the boys and I will be living. She wasn’t thrilled about it, I guess it’s because I told her the reason why I bought it. Ever since I have moved house, she has finally gotten the hint that there’s no hope for us anymore. Up until I moved, she was still trying to get me back. She is still with her boyfriend. I really don’t think much of her anymore because of that reason. The boys are finding it hard not having the mother around. They keep asking about her. Especially Jordan. He’s been waking up every night for the past week crying for his mother. All of them have lost their ‘spark’. It’s heartbreaking to see my kids go through that. I’m struggling being a single dad, I have had to cut back a lot on interviews and T.V appearances, because the boys need at least one parent around. It’s a Saturday afternoon, Rachael shows up with a bottle of Jack.

She says “I think we both need to get hammered”

I give her a puzzled look “Why do you need to?”

She replies “Spencer and I have been having troubles lately, nothing to serious, but it’s just constant”

I tell her “I can’t with the boys”

She smiles “I have arranged the nanny to stay the night to help out with the boys”

I smile “You arranged for someone to stay in my house without my knowledge?”

She says “Not just anyone, by the way, I told her you would pay her double for staying the night, don’t argue with me because I know you can afford it”

I laugh and shake my head “Let’s get hammered then”

As the afternoon becomes evening, Rachael and I are beyond drunk.

She says “I have a friend who wants to meet you”

I reply “No way, I’m nowhere near ready for a relationship”

She smirks “She’s not interested in a relationship”

I laugh “You serious? You mean…”

She cuts me off “Yes that’s exactly what I mean, there’s no way in hell I would set you up for a relationship, she just wants fun, no strings attached”

I ask “So what does she see that’s tempting about me, I can’t imagine a single dad of 3 is an attractive look”

She replies “You would be surprised about the amount of women who find that attractive”

I ask her confused “So how did this come up in conversation with you two? Did she just come out and say “Hook me up with your brother?””

She laughs “More or less, so are you interested?”

I smile and ask “So no strings attached?”

She says “No strings attached”

A few more months pass, it’s 8 months since Charlie and I broke up. During the past few months I have been screwing around with Mya. She annoys the hell out of me, but she’s keeping me satisfied. I know by saying that it makes me sound like an absolute dick, but we both want the same thing, just to be satisfied without any strings. Well that’s what she originally wanted. A few days ago, she told me that she wants more. I told her that I am not ready for a relationship, and that since feelings are starting to get involved it’s best if we stop screwing each other. We have stopped the screwing but she is still trying to push for more. It doesn’t help that Charlie has started to try and get me back again. I’m getting annoyed with Mya because she won’t take no for an answer. I call Rachael.

She answers “Hey”

I say “Can you get your ass over here asap?”

She asks “Why?”

I tell her “Just do it”

She replies “Ok be there shortly”

When she comes over, the first thing I say to her “You have got to get Mya to back off?”

She laughs “What for?”

I glare at her “It’s not funny, she wants more, it’s no longer no strings attached, I have no feelings for her, I have told her several times that I’m not interested and she won’t take no for an answer. I called it quits on the fuck buddy thing as well because of the feelings”

Rachael says “Wow, I did not expect that, let me see what I can do”

I sigh in relief “Thankyou”

I tell her “Charlie has started to try and get me back again”

She laughs “Well aren’t you just a stud?”

I glare at her “I’m glad I can amuse you”

She says “Sorry. Do you still have feelings for Charlie?”

I tell her “Not in that way. I can’t ever be with her after what she’s been doing”

Rachael asks “What? Trying to get you back?”

I sigh “Not only that, it’s the fact she’s been doing it the whole time while she is still with her boyfriend”

She replies “It’s all happening for you isn’t it? Just focus on your boys, you are doing an unbelievable job, hopefully Charlie gets the hint, I will deal with Mya” Charlie sends me a text asking if she can come over and see the boys. She will be over shortly.

Rachael is still here when Charlie arrives.

Rachael says to me “I better go”

I tell her “Please don’t go, she might not try her shit if you are here”

She says “Ok, I won’t go, but knowing Charlie, me being here won’t stop her from trying something”

When Charlie knocks on the door, I go and open the door, Rachael stays out of sight, but I know Rachael, she will still be watching. As soon as I open the door for Charlie, she grabs the back of my head and pulls me in and kisses me deep, I try to push her away, but she tightens her grip, I eventually get out of her grip.

I am pissed off “How many times do I have to tell you, there’s no us, there will never be an us again. You are the mother of my children. They boys are the only reason why I still let you contact me, if we didn’t have the boys, I wouldn’t be seeing you at all”

Charlie pleads “Seth, I broke it off with him because I still love you”

I tell her “Doesn’t matter, you left me 8 months ago for him. The damage is already done, not to mention you were trying to get with me while still with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were trying to get with him while you were still with me”

Charlie says “Please, if I can’t have you back, can we be together one final time, than that’s it, I won’t try anymore”

I reply “No Charlie, I just really need you to stop this. I don’t love you anymore like that, I love you as the mother of my children, that’s it”

Tears well up in her eyes. Maybe this might be time it sinks in.

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monster-teeth · 7 years

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Are you sure?

The glass shimmers. The small shards twinkling like the most terrifying little stars littering the kitchen floor, lighting up from the fluorescent bulb ahead. They spread out from the blast point like the big bang he’s been told created the universe billions upon billions of years ago

Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. THUMP. THUMP. THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP.

He forgot what his heart sounded like. Fear rises like the air in his chest. The beating goes faster. The breathing goes faster. The shaking starts.

The REAL fear starts.

One hand grasping and clawing at his chest, at his shirt, trying to get a grip on such an intangible idea as "calm". The other moving from pulling hard on the roots of his hair to picking and swiping, wild gesturing at the glass shards on the floor. Knees getting weaker. Crouching down. Realizing his own muttering getting louder and louder, no, no, no,

"No!"

"No! No! No! No!"

"Great-fucking-great, Bleau! You broke a fucking glass! He's gonna yell at you! He’s gonna kick you out!

He's-...." The crying starts.

"He's gonna hurt you..."

He backs away to the bed, trying to sit down, calm down, slow the breathing down. He misses the glass, thankfully. Hopefully? He's not sure. Would that garner extra points of sympathy? How long would it take for him to notice a broken glass if he cleaned it all up now?

His thoughts race to the image of his guardian's sister, Aunt Maritha.

He's small and he's young and he just wants a glass of juice. She is just outside, gardening. The curtains in the kitchen are drawn closed. She shouldn't see him, right? It's just a glass of juice. She doesn't like him in the kitchen without her permission, but he's afraid to ask. If John isn't home she's not likely to say yes. She's more likely to tell him to stick his mouth under the faucet upstairs like an animal. In her opinion there's no difference between him and such things.

He's just tall enough to reach the cabinets. He stretches his toes. He moves slow. Listening to every sound in the small tiny room. Hearing the clock. Hearing his breathing. The thumping of his “sister” upstairs. Playing with the toys he can never touch. It distracts him for a split-second. He forgets where his feet are. The most gentle of presses on the floorboards and a soft squeak comes out. He prays to every god he’s ever had the pleasure of learning the names of that Maritha doesn’t hear. He waits. He doesn’t breathe. He waits. And nothing comes. He stretches but inches further, grasping a glass very gently, making sure he’s holding it so that it doesn’t knock against anything in the house. He runs back through the plan. Step 1:

Aquire cup. Check.

What’s next?

Pour the juice, and hide it upstairs. When she comes in and goes to the bathroom rinse it upstairs at the same time so she can’t hear the water. When Maria comes down to talk to her mother, slip the glass into her room. Maritha and Maria won’t notice. Maria uses way too many cups for her own good, and Maritha takes them all out of her room without a second thought.

Perfect plan. Except he doesn’t notice the water on the floor when he steps backwards to quickly head towards the fridge. He slips. He falls. He drops the cup. A million, trillion twinkling stars across the floor. Even if he could get out of the kitchen, even if he could hide, hide the glass! Clean it up! Nothing, she heard it. Her shadow pops up from the front garden. He hears her drop her tools. Getting up’s to dangerous but he tries anyway. There’s no escape. The screen door swings open making that ugly creak.

“Maria?”

That worried tone is not something he ever hears directed towards him.

She steps into the kitchen doorway. Her faces changes instantly.

“Bleau.”

Had he known death like this before? Fear like this before? Surely. He’s done far worse. This is certainly new, though.

“Get up. Get the fuck up you filthy little thieving monstrosity! Get up!!!”

He’s familiar with the pain of being pulled by his ears. It seems like it gets worse overtime though. He’s not getting used to it. It still hurts. He knows it so well but it still hurts? He feels like it shouldn’t work that way. Maybe an infection? He’ll ask John later.

She’s screaming at him. The glass hurts more than her loudness so he almost doesn’t care. He knows what’s coming. She’s flipping him across her legs. She’s hitting him like every time he disobeys. It hurts. He’s crying. He can’t remember that feeling anymore, he’s losing the memory. It was too long ago. And he hasn’t been hit like that recently enough to continue reliving it. It just feels ghostly and vacant. He’s still scared though. Just scared. Because he knows what it means now that he’s broken this. He knows what it means.

But he’s also forgotten to listen while reminiscing. Poor choice. The key to the door is being opened. It’s a new noise he’s not trained to yet. He’s working on it.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no ,no.

Not now.

Not yet.

“Bleau, I’m home! My meeting got out early and-“

He’s coming into the bedroom, not good. Not good!

He sees him. He must look like shit. No way of getting out of this. His face is so wet from crying you could wipe down a table with his tears.

“Bleau what’s wrong?”

He’s worried. Pheon’s always worried. Worried about something. Sometimes he’ll tell you what, other times he’ll just stare off into the distance and look sad.

Bleau’s crying. Bleau’s never crying. What happened? What did I do? How did I hurt someone now? I just wanted to come home. I just wanted to see your silly, smiling face again. Why are you crying?

“What’s wrong? What happened? Did someone hurt you? Are they still here?”

Where did they go, can I send a guard after them, should I chase them myself, I know where my knife is, do you need medical attention, can I help you, where does it hurt, why are you crying?!

He’s walked all the way to the bed, he’s reaching out to touch him. He wants to, he know’s Bleau doesn’t always like it. He stops halfway. If he touches him he’ll feel safe, but Bleau might get more scared. Might get more uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong.”

He’s holding his hand over his mouth. He’s scared, doesn’t wanna say anything. He’s programmed to. He tells him.

“I..b-broke..glass..” He vaguely points with the other hand. Towards the kitchen. Towards the floor.

Pheon is calm. Pheon sits down.

“Are you okay? Let me see your arms. Hand me your arms. I’ll be gentle.” The arms are given.

“Geez you really scared me, Bleau.”

He doesn’t understand. This doesn’t make sense. Where is the yelling? Where is the hitting? Where is it? When will it come? He doesn’t like not knowing.

“Toes, please.”

He gives him his legs to graze over with his hands, checking for any shards of glass.

“You don’t look hurt anywhere. Were you just really startled?”

“Aren’t you gonna hit me?!”

“What? What, no! What on Silara gave you that idea? Why would I hurt you? Did you hit your head? You should let me check there too.” He leans over, shimming around to Bleau’s side. Gently picking through his hair. Carefully checking for wounds or bumps.”

“But I broke a glass…”

“Yeah, so? I drop shit all the time. It’s annoying but stuff happens. Your head seems fine. Do you want a hug?”

He sits there for a few moments as Pheon’s fingers leave his nest of blue hair. He’s stopped crying for the most part now. His heart beat doesn’t make him feel like he’s gonna die. Maybe it won’t come. Maybe the pain won’t come. Maybe it just won’t come.

“…Bleau?”

“Yes. Yes, I want a hug.”

“Okay. Why don’t you scoot up to the head boards so you’re more comfy.”

Wings relax, arms lay slack, he curls his legs up over Pheon’s lap. He lets him hold him still and close.

“You’re safe now, okay? I don’t know who ever made you feel like you shouldn’t be, but they’re not here now. You’re here with me now and I’ll protect you for as long as you want to stay here with me. Okay? You can stay as long as you like or leave whenever you want. You should be comfortable and safe here. I care about you. You can even fall asleep now if you want. I’ll clean up the glass.”

“I can fall asleep?”

“Yup, yes. Do you want me to leave you be or stay until you doze off?”

“Stay. Talk.”

“About what?”

“Whatever. You’re voice is nice.”

“Hmm. Weeellp. This one time, Nekura broke a glass. She was so sad.”

“Who’s Nekura?”

“She’s my sister. The White Warrior? You know?”

“What?”

“Eh, it doesn’t matter right now. Anyway. So she breaks a glass too, ya’know. It’s her favorite mug. Mint green. Pretty handle. She’s so sad. I have to explain to her that things break. She’s too little to really understand that I can’t fix it. I tell her I could if the pieces were big enough. But, man, this thing is shattered. Shattered. Beyond repair. So I tell her that we can keep the broken bits if she wants and I’ll make her a new cup. A new mug. Mint green. With an even prettier handle. I tell her we can make lots of cups. It’s easier that way. We can make them together. She likes that. She likes making things. It’s nice. Anyway, you and I can make a cup if you want. I have lots of mismatching things, I like it that way. I prefer plastic though. It doesn’t break and it isn’t as loud or as heavy.”

“Me too, I like plastics. But why would we make a cup? Why are you rewarding me for breaking something?”

“I-… I’m not trying to-…. I don’t exactly mean to reward, more to make you comfortable. I just want to make people happy. Comfortable. I want them to have everything they need. So if you need something, you can tell me and I’ll get it for you. Like a new shirt or shoes, or… a cup. We can make one. Or I can get a whole new set if you like that better. We can get plastics. You can pick them-“

“Pheon.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t need you to do that stuff for me. I’d rather you didn’t. It makes me feel guilty.”

“Okay. Do you want me to just go clean up the glass then?”

“I broke it, I should be doing it.”

“You’re emotionally drained. You should be sleeping. It’s better for you.”

“Fine. I’ll sleep, you go clean if you want to.”

“Okay, sleep well.”

He moves a pillow under Bleau’s head and slides his legs out from under Bleau’s ridiculously long set. He tucks him in a little. He leaves him be. What could he have done better? There’s no use, he can’t change it. He can’t change what he said or what he did. Did he touch him too soon? Too much? It doesn’t matter, you can’t change it. Do I come on too strong? Too aggressive? Too caring? Was it my fault? Was it his fault? Was it?

Probably not. Probably nothing he could have done about it. He was just saying what he felt.

But if he waited? If he waited to say what he felt?

It doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t have changed.

Are you sure?

He cleans up the glass.

#Pheon #Bleau #scripts #talesofsilara #here's something actually readable by people that didn't require any clean up really

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