Prompt 2: How we comfort Eachother
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Disclaimer: Angst, Comfort.
β’ How does your F/O comfort you when you're feeling down?
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Dante isn't much for words in this department. He always likes having a hand on or around me anytime I remotely come off as upset. Forehead kisses is his go-to thing he does for me, even on a good day. And when I do open up about my day, good, bad, and the ugly. He always gave me a listening ear. Always attentive. He lets me ramble even when I'm frustrated beyond belief and on the verge of a mental breakdown. He's always there to listen. His presence alone grounds me.
But what he does know without a shadow of a doubt. In this very moment.
It breaks his fucking heart when he sees me crying. He always made a point of telling me so.
She normally doesn't cry, yeah sometimes during a sad scene in a movie or show. But then she'd crack a joke, and she's all fine and dandy.
But this one's different.
It's a painful cry. He found her alone outside on her homes front porch, silently sobbing to herself while she struggled to light her cigarette. She's been doing so good with cutting back, so seeing her trying to light one up today tells Dante she's had a bad day. He steps outside and closes the door behind him and sits down next to her.
She sighs, slowly putting her hands in her lap as she sits there crying. For the past 6 months into their relationship. Selim always made it clear that even when she first met him, she declared she wanted to take care of him. And he's learning through her small social cues when it came to emotional responses and support. His fingerless gloved hand comes to her lower back and began to rub the spot there.
And she visibly relaxes. She's furiously wiping her tears, but Dante is quick to do that for her instead.
"It's okay, Princess I got ya." He would say softly.
Icy blue eyes so tender it made her almost forget why she was upset in the first place.
"Are you okay?." He would ask after he's dried her face, she'd nod. He didn't believe her.
"Princess..." He chided, but there's no anger behind the tone at all.
"How do you do it?." She asks finally. This catches him off guard. Prompting him to tilt his head to the side and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Protect humanity, I mean.." She reiterated. And this takes Dante aback indeed. He's never had anyone ask him that question before.
She sighs and hugs herself as tears threaten to fall once more. "It's just.. getting to know you this past year and a half. I've learned a lot about you. And how the world treated you and how it treated me. People are so cruel and ugly to each other. I'm just, been trying to wrap my head around how you fight for them still."
Her bottom lip quivering. He's unsure of how or why she came to this conclusion, especially still in desperate need to know why she's in such distress. Dante wanting nothing more than to comfort her pain as best he can. To rid her already damaged heart of any pain it caused her. So he turns to look out at the 1 acre yard. Slightly overgrown, and a simple lawnmower to the side where a work shed is that her brother uses for woodworking.
"Because despite the hardships I've faced in life and with humans. I still believe that humanity and the world are beautiful. Humans have something demons don't. And it's the ability to feel and cry. To love."
His strong arm wrapped around Selims shoulder and quickly pulled her to his side. He placed a kiss on her forehead, but he didn't pull away immediately. He kept his lips there. Prolonging it as long as possible.
Selim wrapped her arms around him as best she could in her awkward seated position.
When Dante pulled away from her forehead, he laid his head on top of hers. Humming to her a random tune and feeling the breeze flying past them.
"You're more human than humans are.." She finally says after a pregnant pause. And it caused the two of them to quietly laugh together. He was supposed to Crack a joke and make her laugh right now.
"Shh. You're making my job as the boyfriend look bad. I'm supposed to comfort you and make you laugh."
He says through a smirk. His hand still rubbed her back in small, smooth circles. She shakes her head.
"You're doing it right now. Just here. Being present. Not asking questions. This is a good start." She mumbles as she leans her head in the crook of his neck. And placed a deep and tender kiss there.
Maybe he can be cut out for the relationship life after all.
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β’ What is a moment when you comforted your F/O?
He had a bad dream about his mother again.
It's something I've kept to myself for awhile now.
Because I know how hard it is for a man to open up about his feelings. Normally, I'd ask him in a soft tone, "Honey, are you okay?."
And I'll almost always be met with a bravado of corny jokes and deflection.
We've been dating for 6 months. And I want to say maybe three months in, is around the time he started spending the night at my home. The first few nights he'd come over, drenched in the stench of demon blood, and wry smiles on his face and him asking me in a childish way for a kiss. He'd shower. Flop into bed, and we'd talk for some time, long before even falling asleep of just mundane things.
And when he did fall asleep, I would stay awake, almost as if I was guarding him in a way. What could I do when a demon came busting in my home?.
Not much. But it sure as hell wouldn't stop me from beating it down with my metal bat and then ask questions later. That was our routine every night. And most of those nights. He'd have nightmares. Really bad nightmares.
One time, he shook me awake just to make sure I was breathing. He never said what his dreams were ever about. But I always knew. My intuition has always been my guide in life.
So hearing him calling out to his mother in his sleep has been a very regular occurrence. And I never had the heart to tell him that I know. Because he's mentioned, rather briefly, that most women get turned off about his emotions and leave him.
So for every night, or every other night or week when he'd have this recurring nightmare. I was always there.
Slowly linking my way closer to his back and begin rubbing up along his arm. Humming a soft tune I know he likes. Pulling his back into my chest as his broken sobs call out to his mom.
"Mommy.. Mommy.. wake up.."
It shatters me every time I hear his sweet voice sounding so scared and vulnerable.
So I just hold him. Rubbing his arm. Kissing the back of his head. And singing to him.
He reacts very positively to this even in his sleep, I've come to find out. He doesn't know that I know. That is until I saw him stir. And slowly peak his wet eyes open. He's disoriented. Looking around, almost as if he was in someplace unfamiliar.
"Selim...?." He called out to me. It's almost as if to double-check his surroundings. But I was quick in grabbing his hand that was tucked under his chin and turned him to face me. "I'm here honey.. it's okay."
I whispered softly. My other free hand fixing his hair out of his eyes. He sighs a relieved sigh as he closes his eyes. I kiss his forehead.
And hold him there for a long while. Silently letting him know that. "I am here for you." He responds best to silent support. Sometimes, words are empty. So Dante responds better to actions.
I felt him shift, and I looked down, his wiping his face and mumbling under his breath.
"Dante..." I call out to him. And he hums in response.
"I'm sorry.." I said, and this makes him move his head to the side to better look at me, silently asking for me to continue.
"I'm sorry about what happened to you, no child ahold ever go through what you did. Or your brother." And for the first time, I seen something shift in his expression. Vulnerability.
"Remember that story? The one where when you were younger, you'd find Vergil sitting alone crying after being scolded?. You told me how you never allowed him to cry alone."
I let go of his hand, and cup his cheek. Kissing his forehead. Mirroring how he kisses mine.
"You don't have to cry alone anymore. Not with me. Your not any less of a man when you let yourself feel things. It makes you human." I mumbled against his forehead.
"And it's okay. It's okay to cry about your mother, too. I'll do whatever you need me to do, to ease the pain as best I can."
Silence fills the quiet room. The sound of my aquariums water the only ambiance. That's when I began to feel his body shaking, and it only prompted me to hold him even tighter. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in in a bone crushing hug. Crying into my neck. And I just held him. Letting him feel what he needed to feel. Letting him know that he didn't have to fight his inner demons alone anymore, that he could let me in. And I will forever cherish that moment until my last breath.
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This took me a while to write because my writers block wanted to come back and bite me in the ass. My goal is to try and make one post a day, at least. I hope it's acceptable, though ! I love you all, and have a lovely day and night π π
