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Into the multiverse

Cypress sweeps her arm across her desk, watching as various books and artifacts crash to the ground. Her breathing was fast and uneven, squeezing painfully as she tried to steady herself.

She can still feel the searing pain through every inch of her body. Magic was starting to run from her nose. Of course Bobbie wasn't going to let her go that easily. She should have known better than to get her hopes up.

"... Fuck." She groans, her voice low and weak.

Pairing: Ronin Beaufort (Killer chat) x Trans reader Tags: Hurt, Comfort. Tw: Self harm, generally just sensitive topics. Divider creds: @huraxy-dividers 521 words

Who could think one poor interaction would lead you to a full on spiraling? The thought of having to go out was already nagging you, considering what happened this past week, you feel pissed, sad and beyond frustrated so much so the only form of coping in your mind was relapsing. Why couldn't people just treat you like the normal human being you are? ''Maybe they're learning too,'' Your higher up said to you as if it made the situation any more bearable. Bullshit, It was all bullshit. You couldn't even force a smile as you left. Now everytime you do the grace of greeting them it grows more awkward.

The room is silent when you get home, in a way you feel the necessity to fill it but you can't, the words don't even cross your mind and it feels empty, you cried yet it didn't help and Ronin was not here. He can't be. At least not forever.

While both you and Ronin had very different occupations, He couldn't help but notice you growing distance and avoidant of your own self. Ronin was always supportive to which you did the same, he knew how shitty people could get. And Friday was no different. Soon enough, it became a routine, one that you didn't plan. You muttered a small greeting hopefully making up for the lack of eye contact before going to the bathroom. Ronin has noticed this behavior, it had been going on nearly for two weeks. If there was one thing he was good at it was observe and quickly clock things. He decided to be unexpectedly patient, looking into it attentively.

You came home later that day, with no more energy you went straight ahead into the bathroom, The frustration and anger was no longer there, just emptiness.

The floor is cold when you sit down, the cool titles of the wall is no different making you flinch at the sudden contact, You sigh slumping down.

He obviously noticed the strange pattern along the week but for you to not greet him? Yeah, His suspicious about your behavior were confirmed.

With a sign, He got up from the couch, padding towards the bathroom, "I'm gonna come in, alright?"

His lips pressed into a thin like cringing both at the silence and the softness of his voice before he pushed the door open.

You looked...Pale. Sickly pale, even more pale than when he told you about the whole "I know you're a writer." thing, He giggled at himself at the thought. Then he noticed, how your sleeves stuck to your arms a little, how your bright eyes were now empty and the thing he disliked the most how you didn't care.

He knew not to say much words but rather act, He held you when you couldn't hold yourself, he uncharacteristically treated wounds instead of inflicting them and most importantly you knew you were loved and even tho he didn't say much he didn't doubt for a second, you did so too. It was difficult sometimes, it wasn't perfect but it was something you could call yours.

Referencing @ksopaz Fresh as a magical girl. Click this link to see the ref n Fresh in a bootiful dress with more intricate designs.

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies

SENDER pulls RECEIVER back when they try to leave

@a-hazbin-spider :3c

"I-I'm fine....."

[Jacket scenario? ;3]