#misso

- the folk of the air series

- spiderwick chronicals series

- the invisible life of addie larue

Listen to these songs:

- I follow Rivers (Marika Hackman)

- Deep Green (Marika Hackman)

- Skin (Marika Hackman)

- Drown (Marika Hackman)

- Cinnamon (Marika Hackman)

- Can I Exist (MISSO)

- Bedtime (Annie Eve)

- Run Baby Run (The Rigs)

- The Other Side (Woodkid)

- Baltimore’s Fires (Woodkid)

- Wasteland (Woodkid)

Demons Love - Praça das cerejeiras. (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1185790884-demons-love-pra%C3%A7a-das-cerejeiras?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Kaguraway&wp_originator=f9F89HuGUtg6UD%2BvJnwHmvJEd1JBaIy9IvoGi40D8JQt4dG5jE6EFbtKaYpXbT%2Bss9jBAgzxA0bsK07OoIPuNH2ZUcWxkf0LQpjJKij1IL4J6FlqPdxFkJ2UG9ZolEKE

///-"It's Okay, I'm Here Now"-///

" . · . -? " Klyde stirred in his sleep, unwilling to part with the void after the grueling day he just had; but whatever force was trying to pull him to the surface was persistent. " . . de? ... Klyde?" Kyde grumbled lowly as the white noise suddenly formed into words, he opened his eyes cautiously to reveal the dark ceiling of his room.

Confusion crossed his face as he turned his head towards the alarm clock on his side table.

3:45 am

He nearly forgot what had woken him in the first place, that was until the small voice spoke up again. "Klyde...? Are.. Are you awake?".

The man in question jumped slightly at the voice, its tone leaking restraint, as if afraid to be speaking in the first place. He took his time sitting up and crossing his legs before leaning over the side of his bed to find the voices owner.

Shocked, the form took a cautionary step back before regaining his composure. "...Misso?" Klyde said questioningly before shaking his head and rubbing his eyes "Misso, do you have any idea how early it is?"

Misso had to gather himself before he could speak again, Klyde's morning voice had caught him off guard. It was throaty and low, and here he thought his voice couldn't get any deeper.

"Uh.. Y-yeah.. And I'm sorry, I really didn't want to wake you.. I swear. It's... It's just..." Misso cut himself off, he didn't know exactly what drove him to travel all the way to Klyde's room. Other than the strange impending doom feeling that was slithering its way tightly around his chest.. He didn't know how to put it into words as he looked pitifully back up into the patient dark hazel eyes that stared him over.

Klyde let a sigh escape him, as he extended a hand down to Misso. Without hesitation, Misso took hold of one of his fingers and allowed himself to be gently lifted up to the bed. He was softly set down onto one of Klyde's thighs as another hand cupped itself behind him. He leaned back into the other hand, glad for the support.

"Is everything okay?" Klyde asked after Misso had settled himself into a comfortable position. He watched and felt as Misso pushed himself harder back into his hand in reaction to the question.

"Well... I just.. Haven't seen you since this morning.. And I know you probably had a rough day since you went to bed s-so early.." He stammered out, causing Klyde to worry; he usually never struggled to speak so much, and it left Klyde wondering if he had upset him somehow with the way he was acting.

"Yeah.. I did have a little bit of a rough day. It was nothing I can't handle though" He admitted, but didn't go into detail.

He had been all over the place that day, usually being one to work from home he wasn't prepared to be called into a meeting. Shit hit the fan, a party of three employees were laundering money, and a bunch of shift changes were taking place. He had to write up termination papers and launch an investigation.

And on top of it all some idiot had broken into the shop the night prior and ruined a bunch of perfectly good fabric by throwing red paint all over it. Klyde wasn't one to bash animal rights activists but every roll of fabric they ruined was synthetic!

...

He must have been wearing an unpleasant expression as he reflected on the day since Misso tensed up.

Klyde tried his best to soften his gaze, and expressed an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry I brought it up..." Misso said quietly, looking down at his hands.

"It's okay Strawberry" Klyde replied, softly rubbing his friends back with one of his fingers in an attempt to convey that he wasn't bothered.

He then paused briefly, as the usual objection to the nickname never came. Instead Misso just kept looking down, and Klyde could feel him shaking against his hand.

"...Misso..?" He called quietly, reaching his free hand to Misso's front. Quickly Misso placed his hands upon one of Klyde's knuckles as if to deter him.

"I'm sorry I called you Strawberry, Misso. I didn't think it would upset you so much..?"

"It, it's not the stupid n-nickname, I-I, I just.. I'm not feeling 100% right now.. I.. I don't know why... I don't know..." Misso's words began to trail off as he tried to continue "C-can I... Would it.. Would it bother you if I stayed in here tonight?" He finally forced himself to say.

Klyde felt something akin to being punched in the gut as something wet fell onto his knuckle, he immediately realized that Misso was having an episode. He felt stupid, it was so obvious with the way he had been acting.. It had been so long since his last one that the signs had nearly passed him by.

"Misso, don't be silly, of course you can stay with me tonight." He answered quietly, shifting his hands to wrap them around the Strawberry blonde who squeaked in surprise. "I really don't mind, please don't feel troubled to ask me something like that." He continued, just barely pressing both of his thumbs into Misso's chest.

Slowly, Misso raised his arms to embrace Klyde's thumbs as he finally looked back up, teary blue eyes finding the calm rested face of his giant friend looking down at him with pure concern.

Misso finally broke under that gaze as he leaned into the hand hug completely, breaking down into sobs as he lost any strength he had left to fight against the torrent.

"Misso" Klyde whispered his friends name as he watched all of his tension unfold. "I'm so sorry I left you alone all day.. I know you don't like that... I should have at least said hi when I got home." He said in regret as Misso held onto him tighter.

"It's okay, I'm here now, and I won't be going anywhere tomorrow." He concluded, lifting Misso, who's shaking breath hitched at the sudden yet careful movement.

Misso felt only slightly disoriented as Klyde then pressed him up against his chest, supporting his legs and back so he wouldn't fall.

He took the opportunity to clutch at Klyde's shirt and burry his face into his chest as he continued crying. Misso genuinely hated being alone in Klyde's home, not because he couldn't handle being alone, but because he was almost always terrified that Klyde might never come back.

He knew it was silly at this point, he knew Klyde would never purposefully abandon him... But what if something out of his control happened? Misso would be none the wiser, and utterly helpless if he tried to find out why Klyde was gone.

All he could do was fear each and every scenario that came to him when left with his thoughts, and it only made him cry harder as they came back to him.

'What if something happened to you while you were gone?'

'What if someone breaks in while your gone?'

'How would I reach you if something happens?'

His head swam.

"Misso" Klyde's voice reverberated through his chest, and subsequently through Misso's body as he spoke; it caused the small man to inhale deeply with a shudder... Such a strong feeling being brought on by not only hearing, but feeling his name being called. He didn't know what to think of it, as Klyde had never held him this closely before.

"I know what you're feeling is scary... I couldn't imagine being in your situation myself." He continued "and though I may never know how it feels, I want you to know that no matter the situation, I will be here for you. I will make sure you're taken care of, and I will catch you if you fall." Klyde spoke softly, removing one of his hands from Misso as he lay down slowly.

Misso spread himself out a bit more with gravity keeping him firmly in place now, while welcoming the weight and warmth of the hand that still rested on top of him.

"I may have been gone all day today, and once more, I'm sorry for leaving you with your fear. But now, I'm here for you, and I'm not letting you go. Okay?"

Misso's sobs had turned into shuddering whimpers as he tried to regain his composure. However, he could utter no more than a simple "okay" back to Klyde, sure that any other words would only make himself cry more.

Misso moved his head to press the side of his face into the fabric of the t-shirt, he sniffled, appreciating the effort Klyde made to be supportive during his break down..

"Klyde.... I'm sorry" he murmured, but was gently shushed.

"Shhhh, Misso. Misso everything's alright, I promise."

"..Klyde.." Misso said again in quiet gratitude.

Klyde continued whispering silent reassurances to the strawberry blonde that huddled on top of him, never removing his hand or making sharp movements. He felt accomplished at being able to calm Misso down so quickly, but also ridden with guilt that he was the sole cause of it.

He wouldn't forgive himself so easily for it... But hearing the soft 'thank you' from his small friend made him feel a little bit better knowing he helped in some way.

Misso's whimpering eventually fell silent as he focused on his own breathing... But more than ever, he listened to Klyde's.

The sound of his breaths, they seemed so powerful to his, and the sound of his heart was like a rhythmic drum. It made him feel as small as he was... But the thought didn't bother him so much right then.

Misso's eye lids fell heavily as Klyde stroked his back with a thumb, and before long he dozed off to the sound of wind and thunder.