Read some good angst, felt motivated.
CW: self-harm
Characters: Wild, Wars, Sky
Additional: not beta read we die like demise, PLATONIC CUDDLES!!! SUE ME, Skyâs touch starved, blood, part two to my first ever whump, their connected somehow, author is sleep deprived
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My fualt
Sky hadnât noticed when it started,it just eased itself into his life. Itâs not like he use the Master Sword to cut, she wouldnât have let him. But letting the blade sink into his thumb when he was cutting wood, scratching his neck until it bled, mirroring that action on the make of the Triforce on his hand. Though he was quick to patch the damage up.
He feels the warm liquid seep down into his proud green tunic, why did it have to be proud, why should he be proud to have put these children through hell. He digs into his hand, wincing at the pain for once.
Tears well up in his eyes, why? How dare they, how dare the first hero be so weak.
More blood drips from the base of his neck. Suddenly his feels a cool brush on the cuts his sucks in a sharp breath, just a breeze.
âWhat the hell are you doing, Kid?â The Captain sighs out not disappointed but worried. Warriors kneels in front of Sky, gently taking his hand, he brings Skyâs hand to his forehead before releasing it âstay right here, donât get any ideasâ
Wars squeezed Skyâs knee before getting up and walking over the Wildâs sleeping bag âheyâ Sky hears him say âhey, can I have some chu chu jelly?â Followed by Wild groaning and an unnatural blue light turning on, then some chu chu jelly and a healing potion âI donât wanna know whoâs hurt, but tell them I hope they get betterâ Wild turns the slate off and rolls over, seeing Sky he recognizes the guilty look on Skyâs face âSky? Did you⌠oh Hyliaâ he sits up âfuck nevermind Iâll helpâ he throws the blanket up.
Wars walks over with Wild, âtake your tunic offâ Wars instructs.
When the cloth is removed, Wild takes it along with the jelly âIâll clean thisâ
Wars nods and hands Sky the healing potion, then grabbing a clean rag and his water pouring some on the soft cloth, âIâm gonna clean this now, okay?â
Sky nods, then he feels the string, Captain squeezes his shoulder, continuing to clean.
Once his neck is cleaned and dried off Wars wraps it in gauze, then he sits in front, taking Skyâs hand again, a new rag in hand âdo you wanna talk about it?â
Skyâs lips press together âI think I shouldâ
âOnly if youâre comfortableâ
Wars begins cleaning again âIâm sorryâ Sky blurts out.
âYou gave nothing to be sorry forâ Warriors gently reaching out and squeezing his other hand then returning to the injured.
âNoâ Sky slumped âI started all of this, gods if I hadnât been so slow none of you would have fight as childrenâ
Wars drys his hand and wraps it, letting Skyâs words sit. âItâs not your faultâ Wars tears the tape and finishes the wrap, âI know it sounds cliche, but what ever happened, it was bound to happenâ
âIf Iâd fought him faster he wouldnât have been able to curse usâ
âNo matter how fast you were, who ever he is, would still have the same goal and outcomeâ Wars cups Skyâs cheek, âplus he laid the curse, not youâ
Sky leans into the touch, the touch soothing, he missed touch. Wars smiled internally patting himself on the back for accurately guess what would comfort Sky. âHug?â Wars opens his arms, Sky flops on him, sobbing into the otherâs shoulder. Wars rubbing circles on Skyâs back. Thatâs when they both feel a blanket around them, Wild ruffling Skyâs hair, not expecting an explanation, he retracts his hand and goes back to his sleeping bag.
Sky had slept in his brotherâs arms, safe, comfortable.
In the morning Wild made tea for everyone, but Sky knew it was for him, neither Wars nor Wild mentioned the night before. Skyâs tunic had been cleaned, dried, and folded placed neatly at his side by Wild probably.
Sky puts the tunic on, throwing his sail cloth over his shoulders, mimicking Zeldaâs excited hugs. He sips the tea and eats. Wars leans on him back to back talking with Time about plans. Wilds comes up and gives Sky more food.
