#cevas

Alright. First prompt from @armixers-unite. I’m not that great at angst but Ill try. Gonna do a modern au kinda thing for this. Fisrae X Cevas.

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Cevas has been watching her waste away for weeks. He knows Fisrae prefers to deal with her problems on her own but he just can’t take it anymore. Fisrae currently sits at her desk, scribbling things down onto her notebook as her head darts between the notebook and the computer screen. Her hair hangs dull and limp and her tan skin is pale. She has gotten thinner, up to the point where he can see her ribs. The others had noticed as well. Fisrae no longer beat all their asses during training. Even worse, she had started skipping training. Cevas knows that Fisrae loves training with the others.

“Rae.” Cevas calls as he moves towards her. She spins in her office chair, her cheeks are sunken and there are dark circles under her eyes. Her eyes which once held the light of the thousand stars are dark and empty. He hates it. He hates himself for letting her get this bad. “Rae, you need to rest.” Fisrae shakes her head but Cevas cups her face in his hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Rae-”

“I can’t.” Fisrae argues, her voice hoarse from exhaustion. “The problems that Hybern caused for our company need to be solved.” She looks towards him. “I need to do this.”

“Not if it means losing you in the process.” Cevas shakes his head. “Rae, your wasting away. You need to take care of yourself. You’ve been taking care of everyone for so long. Let someone take care of you. Let me take care of you.” Fisrae nods, feeling like a child again. Cevas smiles slightly as he picks Fisrae up and carries her to their room. He lets her use the bathroom alone and he soon hears the sound of running water, indicating that she has gotten into the shower. In the time it takes for her to shower, Cevas prepares a meal. It’s simple, he has never been the greatest cook and he cringes at the pathetic dish he has made before he carries it to the bedroom. Fisrae is sat cross legged on the bed, already dressed and brushing her hair. Cevas sets the food down and nudges it towards her. She looks down at it and then up at him.

“What is that?” Fisrae asks. Cevas whinces slightly as he stares down at the burnt toast accompanied by some not fully cooked scrambled eggs. The tea that he made her has lumps swimming in it.

“Breakfast?” He offers with an apologetic smile. Fisrae laughs. Its the first genuine laugh he had heard from her in weeks or even months. He blinks, surprised.

“That’s uncooked.” Fisrae comments pointing at the scrambled eggs. “That’s too cooked.” She points to the toast. “And I dont know how you managed to fuck up making tea.” Cevas chuckles.

“That’s my Rae. Always criticising my cooking.” He offers. Fisrae smirks slightly.

“You should stick to grilling. You’re way better at it.” She says through a yawn. Its his turn to smirk.

“Someone’s sleepy.” He comments as he removes the tray from the bed and places it on the dresser. Fisrae snorts as she flops down on the bed.

“No shit.” She says. Cevas lies down and pulls her closer to him. Fisrae nuzzles into his chest.

“We’ll be okay.” Cevas murmurs. “As long as we stick together. We’ll get through this. All of us.” He strokes her still slightly damp hair and from her deep and even breathing he can tell that Fisraes asleep. Cevas smiles and kisses her head before closing his eyes to join her in the dream world.

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Vebren: This is a photo of you...

Fisrae: Oh worm? Like, oh God?

Vebren: Fucking superb you funky little lesbian.

Fisrae: