Banshee

                       ❛  Do  you  always  hurt  your  family  so?  ❜

    The  voice  makes  him  freeze…  How  dare  it  try  to  twisted  things  in  this  moment  when  he  was  trying  to  reach  out  to  her.  A  shaky  breath  is  taken  in,  as  fingers  curl  in,  nails  lightly  biting  at  the  skin  of  his  palms.  He  was  already  certain  one  of  his  ankles  might  be  twisted  from  the  initial  start  of  it.

       Could  she  even  help  him?  He  didn't  want  her  to  witness  him  in  such  a…  Violent,  yet  pathetic  state,  but  Hugo  couldn't  deny  it  was…  Almost  unbearable  to  go  through  it  alone.  How  his  mind  twisted  every  event  of  his  life  –  Both  the  good  &&  the  bad  –  into  abhorrently  nightmarish  scenes.

    Perhaps  he  was  cursed  to  never  truly  be  happy--

              ❝ I..  Hallucinate.  My  body  spasms  &&  fights…  It's  unsightly.  However…  I  do  not  know  if  another  being  here  to  try  to  keep  me  here…  Would  do  anything  to  calm  it.  I  just…  I  do  not  want  to  end  up  hurting  you  while  I'm  in  such  a  state.  Even  right  now  as  we  speak…  It  twists  the  words  of  what  you  say  into  cruelties…  ❞

                        ❛  Perhaps  I'd  have  been  better  off  if  you  had  actually  died.  ❜

    Ah.  That,  while  it  hurt,  knew  it  wasn't  something  she  truly  felt.  …  But  it  didn't  stop  the  wandering  thought  of  perhaps  that  little  demon  voice  that  had  the  audacity  to  lace  it's  words  with  her  beautiful  voice

             Rubies  look  him  over  fully  once  more;  taking  in  his  state.  The  bruises  forming,  his  lip  that  she  was  certain  was  busted.  His  ankle  was  twitching--had  he  sprained  it?  She  wasn't  sure,  she  would  have  to  properly  look  at  it.  As  they  talk  more  and  more,  slowly  her  ire  dissipates.  Her  hurt  turns  to  worry--but  of  course  it  did.

                It  was  him,  after  all. 

           ❝  If  my  touch  is  comforting,  then  is  that  not  enough  to  allow  me  to  stay  by  your  side,  Hugo?  ❞  She  murmurs,  kneeling  in  front  of  him--making  certain  her  dress  was  neat.  Still,  she  kept  her  hand  on  his. 

           ❝  You  will  never  know  unless  you  try  it.  Is  that  not  what  you've  always  told  me?  After  all,  how  are  we  to  figure  things  out?  And  it  might  prove  valuable  data  for  the  cure,  as  well.  ❞  She  states  easily,  though  she  didn't  think  she  truly  needed  to  convince  him  anymore.  Still,  she  continued  on.

    Oh,  how  the  air  shifted  in  a  way  that  he  knew  she  wasn't  simply  going  to  follow  that  request.  Hazy  the  world  might  be  to  him  at  the  moment,  he  still  could  read  her…  Not  to  mention  his  ears  picked  up  on  the whispered words she had uttered.

         Though  perhaps,  in  this  moment,  he  wished  he  couldn't  read  the  room  quite  so  well.  He  could  feel  the  pain  behind  those  words,  those  actions.  It  only  added  more  to  his  misery.

    A  shaky  breath  is  taken  in,  he  trying  to  get  his  mind  to  clear  enough  so  he  could  properly  address  her.

              ❝  Mon  papillon…  Forgive  me.  I  will  explain  everything…  ❞

    A  shudder  goes  through  him…  The  chills  setting  in.

              ❝  It  has  been  months…  Since  about  the  time  I  faked  my  death.  I  allowed…  Myself  to  undergo  testing  for  the  poison  in  my  system…  So  that  those  also  inflicted  with  it  could  have  a  cure  without  having  to  go  through  what  I  am…  Or  worse,  be  dead.  I  considered  it  a  small  price  to  pay.

            The  nickname  is  noted…rubies  softening  at  it.  His  reason  for  doing  it  is…noble.  Of  course  he  and  only  he  would  do  such  a  thing.  Though  he'd  never  admit  it,  Hugo  cared  more  than  he  let  on  with  things.  Even  with  her…It's  the  other  reason  why  he  never  told  her  his  plan  to  fake  his  death,  her  only  finding  out  after  he  was  back  (  Speaking  of  things  that  annoyed  her  to  no  end  ).  But…

            It  was  wrong  of  her  to  expect--hope--he'd  be  open  with  her  about  everything.  She  knew  this.  After  all…they  both  had  different  and  similar  agendas.  And…ah…that  was  her  emotions  speaking.

           ❝  ….Hugo….  ❞  She  quietly  murmurs,  worrying  her  bottom  lip  now  as  she  watches  him.  Eventually,  a  quiet  sigh  leaves  her  lips--her  hand  resting  gently  upon  his  right  wrist. 

           ❝  Are  your…moments  like  this  usually  that  violent  to  where  you  have  to  tie  yourself  up?  ❞  She  queries,  giving  him  another  once  over. 

“  i don’t want you here.  just go.  ” 

“  you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’  yeah you did.  like it or not,  i know exactly who you are.  ” 

“  why won’t you even look at me?  ”

“  i’m not angry at you.  i’m angry with myself for trusting you.  ”

“  i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.  ”

“  i know it’s not fair to say this,  but i don’t have anything without you.  if i don’t have you i have nothing.  ”

“  you can’t love me.  not the way i need to be loved.  ”

“  i’m broken.  and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it.  something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was.  ” 

“  sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before.  it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new.  ”

“  okay,  so you’re a monster.  so am i.  lets be monsters together.  ” 

“  because of what they/you did i’m damaged.  ”  

“  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

“  what the hell is wrong with me?  ”

“  i can’t fix you.  you can’t expect me to know how to fix you.  ” 

“  yeah,  i’ll be here.  i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running.  ”

“  my world is just falling apart.  it’s like everything is just crumbling around me.  i don’t know what to do.  i just want it to stop ”  

“  you’re the only thing that makes sense right now.  everything else is just—  the world is so loud.  and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here.  ”

“  i don’t know how to talk about shit okay?  it’s too hard.  but i do care.  i need you to trust me that i care.  ”

 “  stop punishing yourself.  you wanna make up for what you’ve done?  get off your ass and do something about it.  ”

“  whatever it is you think was going on between us,  you’re wrong.  ”

“  it didn’t mean anything to me.  ” 

“  you should move on.  i did.  ”  

“  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

“  stop pushing me away.  i’m not going anywhere,  asshole.  and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours,  the better.  ”  

“  i don’t need you in my life.  i don’t want you in it.  ”  

“  i can’t trust myself.  if i let myself get comfortable enough,  when i try to be happy,  people get hurt.  ”  

“  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ”  

“  i’m not the person you want.  i know you think i am.  but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake.  ”  

“  you want the truth?  the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison.  it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up.  and it’ll destroy us both.  ”  

“  i’ll always choose you.  that’s the worst part of it all.  i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same.  ”  

“  you never had to be perfect.  you just had to stay.  ”

“  will you please just stay for once.  just.  don’t walk away.  ” 

“  if i loved you less,  i might be able to talk about it more.  ”   

“  just tell me something real.  tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us.  ”

“  when you look at me,  i feel seen.  i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart.  no one has ever looked that deeply at me.  ”  

“  how can you uncover so much about someone,  make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you.  and then just throw it all away?  ”

“  if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back.  ”

“  why are you so afraid of trusting this—  trusting us.  what’s making you hold back?  ”

“  will you still be here?  will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart.  ”  

“  i don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  i want you to fucking live with me.  live for us.  ” 

HURT/COMFORT

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone. 

[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset. 

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort. 

[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.

[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling. 

[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them. 

[ CARRY ]  for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.

[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep. 

[ STRUGGLE ]  for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other. 

[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears. 

[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up. 

[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry. 

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries. 

[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close. 

[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close. 

[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst. 

[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present  (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)