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” Where have you been all night? “ ( hit me w ur best shot pls )

[ x ]; accepting!

blue stopped in his tracks and lolled his head back just a little before slowly turning towards the other. his face bore no expression, but he was sure that she could tell he was quite aggravated with her. 

“ …… out.” he responded.

he shoved his hands into his pocket and adjusted his stance, shifting his weight onto his other leg. it was the same routine. he would go out, come back, and she’d be standing right there, her arms crossed, and the disappointment terribly evident in her eyes. an endless cycle that had been continuing on for weeks on end, one that he just couldn’t understand, and he was tired of it. he locked gazes with the other and emitted a deep sigh, realizing that his one word answer was not going to give him a pass.

“ i just went for a walk, okay, ian?”

the lad almost sounded desperate, but thats because he was. there was only so much he could do in a house he was a prisoner to.

“..... or am i not allowed to do that, either?”

❝ tomorrow always comes , even if it comes without us . without me . ❞ from Ian (8

[ x ]; accepting!

blue sat hunched over in his seat. lips pursed, thumbs softly twiddling with each other. he looked at the crinkles on his shoe. he eyed the hemline at the bottom of his jeans, furrowing his brows slightly at how a couple of them came undone and were dangling in small threads. his gaze landed on anything and everything; from the dresser drawer, to the details speckled across his tiny bedroom. blue’s eyes landed everywhere—- everywhere but on her.

“tomorrow always comes, even if it comes without us. without me.”

to be honest, blue had no idea what Ian was going on about, or where that statement had even come from, but with the tone she was carrying, it made him feel uneasy. he huffed softly, and with hesitance, he looked up at her with a nervous smile.

“that sounds like a goodbye..”

he responded, chuckling with uncertainty. 

“its not a goodbye……..”

but it faded as soon as it started.

“…. is it?”

❝ okay , jesus christ , i don’t know what’s going on here . ❞

[ x ]: not accepting!

with the scrunch of his nose, blue slowly leaned forward in his seat. his chin in the center of his palms, he sighed softly. he was watching her go back and forth between pages and pages of god knows what. she would flip and take notes, seeming she thought she understood what she was reading, then would stop and rethink everything she’d written down. this went on for about an hour or so.

“yeah...” he started, looking at the other with a teasing glint in his eye.

“i can tell..”

“  i was so worried— i thought i’d lose you.  ” ( from ian )

[ x ]; accepting!

eyes partially closed, the man gruntled as he slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice. he was barely conscious, but he could already make out just who was beside him. he could already imagine the look she was giving him. he pursed his lips for a minute, mustering up the strength to say something...... anything. he breathed softly. his chest started to burn.

“i’m sorry....” he started.

it came out as a coarse whisper. it dragged on, it was slow. and his throat felt so dry— like he had swallowed sandpaper. he held on to that feeling though— that pain. it woke him up a little bit, and it was then that he realized just how much pain he was in. just how much it hurt to lift even a finger. and just how little he remembered of the situation he’d most likely gotten himself into. they came to him in bits and pieces. his brain was so scattered and he couldn't think straight. blue racked his thoughts for the seconds and minutes it took for him to catch his breath again, trying to remember just what had happened and how he had even got to this point. but it left him with nothing but a pulsing headache. he slowly squeezed his eyes shut, the aching of his body finally rendering him wide awake, but unable to move. he was on fire, and he couldn’t do anything. he couldn’t remember anything. the fairy whimpered in despair. ‘please remember’ he’d thought to himself.

another coarse and painful, shaky breath left his chapped lips.

“...... what happened?”

he wanted to remember.

“  look at me. hey— i’m right here. you’re not alone.  ” ( from Eudora )

[ x ]; accepting!

slim fingers rose up to comb themselves through the young mans hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. he wasn't sure how they'd even gotten into this conversation— all he did was ask how the others day went and vice versa, but it seemed that she could tell something was off. things had been off for a while now. but blue being blue, there was no way he could tell her that just yet. there was no way he could speak it out loud, because then he would have to admit something was wrong.

he would have to admit his issues were real.

the fairy kept his head down, tousled hair hanging over his eyes. he fiddled with his thumbs a bit before reaching at the hem of his sweater, slightly tugging at the strings that hung from it. he could feel the other staring him down, her line of vision boring holes into the side of his head. blue didn’t have to look at her to know the very worried look she was giving him, but he knew she wasn’t going to force this out of him. she couldn’t force this out of him. she’d simply have to wait until he couldn’t take it anymore-- until it all boiled over before he’d spill the details of the unfortunate circumstances that surrounded his life.

but he liked that. some would argue that thats not entirely healthy, but that wouldn’t have been the point. there was no pressure to speak on things he wasn't ready to speak on. its all entirely up to him. his choice. and he admired it.

“ look at me. hey— “

snapping out of his daze, he slowly turned his attention to the other. glossy eyes gazing over her frowning features.

“i’m right here. you’re not alone.”

his gaze softened, and his chest ached. he knew that, and he was glad. he gave his friend a small, but genuine, smile.

“thank you...”

“ what can i do? ”

[ x ]; accepting!

with a huff, the lad plopped himself down on a tiny cushion beside his workspace. he was overworked, the store was understaffed, and he was covered, head to toe, with patches of dirt. blue had been working since the early hours of the morning, and still wasn’t done with what he was tasked to do. and he would ask the other employees for assistance, but there weren’t any other employees available. for the meantime, within the area he was currently working in, it was just him.

so there he sat, legs pulled up a couple of inches away from his chest, his elbows on each knee. he had the pad of his thumb placed on the bottom of his lip, deep in thought. to anyone else this looked like he was wasting time, especially since the store had just started picking up some traction, but the young man was too overwhelmed at the moment to even finish what he was supposed to be doing— as if he could finish at all before his shift was over. blue huffed, feeling defeated, but that feeling was short lived as a familiar figure caught his eye.

the boys face lit up.

too far away to call out to the other, blue reached for his back pocket and pulled out his phone, explaining to his friend the situation. and surprisingly enough, getting back a fairly quick response.

[text] “ what can i do? ”

he chewed on the inside of his cheek, fingers tapping away at his screen.

[text] “..... you think you can help me uproot these flowers?”