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I’ve been in a Sky mood lately lol. So for prompts maybe something angsty with him? Like him getting used to life after being trapped on the island for years? Or one of the boys trying to reassure themselves that he’s actually back?
I saw this prompt and went HEHEHE I do enjoy me my angst. Especially Incredibles au Sky angst (sorry Sky bdhdbdbdhd)
I sort of mixed your two prompts together? It’s mostly the first one, but there’s hints of the second. And also a different thing entirely XD Enjoy!
(Also warning for a character getting a flashback. It’s seen from an outside perspective, but here’s your warning just in case.)
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Sometimes Warriors still couldn’t believe Sky was back.
After over a year of trying to come to terms with his disappearance, wrestling with hope and denial and grief, going to his funeral for Hylia’s sake— having him suddenly come back was… earth-shattering. In a good way, of course, but sometimes Warriors caught himself falling into the pattern of endless questions on what had happened, and had to remind himself that he knew now.
Sky had been tricked, lured away, fought for survival while being hunted within an inch of his life, and then finally made it home alive. Though… not without scars.
Ones that sometimes caught Warriors off guard.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with unseen scars, ones that plagued the mind rather than just the body. He had several himself, and it was rare a week went by that he didn’t have at least one nightmare.
But Sky... Sky had been gone for over a year.
And despite how he tried to hide it, he wasn’t okay.
The specific afternoon it happened, Warriors had stopped at Sky’s to drop off some things he’d borrowed, and ended up staying and talking much longer than he’d intended. He was hardly complaining though. After thinking he’d never get moments like this again, he’d spend every waking hour with his brother he could, even if it meant he’d be late coming home.
“…So then Aryll told me she made a new friend, and asked me if I wanted to meet her, and of course I said yes. I should’ve known better, because five seconds later she whistles, and this huge vulture lands in front of me,” Sky said with a wave of his hand, and Warriors laughed. “I know! Where did she even meet a vulture?!”
“Probably the same place she met those geese that one time,” Warriors said with a grin, and Sky joined his laughter that time.
“Oh I’m sure. She has plenty of bird connections,” he chuckled, leaning back with his wings stretched out on either side of himself. “I’m sure she’ll have quite the message system worked out when she’s older.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Warriors smirked. “Heck you won’t even need the mail service if she keeps up like this, just ask her to send letters via pigeon.”
“Hm that’s true… I’d never have to buy stamps again,” Sky said thoughtfully.
“Hey now, don’t forget those stamps help pay my salary,” Warriors grinned, and Sky laughed again. A truck outside beeped as it backed up, and Warriors glanced out the window before looking back inside. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying… Sky?”
Sky had completely frozen in place, his glass of water slipping from his hand.
Warriors quickly waved a hand as it hit the floor, freezing the puddle before it could spread, then got off his chair and hurried to Sky’s side. The cup hadn’t broken so he left it where it was, and he looked worriedly at his brother.
“Sky? Are you okay?” he asked urgently, and a tremor wracked through Sky, his eyes glazing over. He’d been fine mere moments ago, what was wrong? “…Sky?”
“We need to hide,” Sky whispered, his voice hoarse.
Warriors blinked. “What?”
Sky swallowed, shaking as he stared into the middle distance. “We need to hide, they’re coming,” he stressed in a croak, his breathing starting to pick up. “Guardians, they’re close.”
“Sky… there are no guardians here,” Warriors said in confusion, and Sky shook his head, ears twitching.
“There’s one right over there,” he gasped, his breath trembling. “We need to hide, it’s going to—”
“Sky, no there isn’t,” Warriors said slowly, sitting down beside his brother. “There’s nothing there.”
“B-but—” Sky stuttered, twisting his head around to look at the wall. A bead of sweat trailed down his brow. “Yes it is. It is, it’s coming, we need to hide now.”
Sky pulled his wings in close to his body, feathers puffing up, and Warriors looked at him in dismay, unsure of what to do. He knew enough to recognize Sky was having some sort of flashback, but he didn’t know how to help him out of it.
The truck outside beeped again, and Sky violently flinched, nearly falling off the couch as his feathers puffed out even more. Warriors looked between him and the window, then carefully stood and walked over to it, closing it and blocking out the sound. Sky didn’t visibly react to the quiet, and Warriors went back over to him, watching as he trembled in place.
“Sky, we’re not on the island,” Warriors began carefully as he sat back down. “You haven’t been there for weeks now. And I wasn’t ever on the island, how can I be here with you if we’re there?”
“I-I...” Sky stammered, his voice faltering. Then he suddenly snatched Warriors’ wrists, eyes huge. “Wars they got you too, you shouldn’t have come, it’s going to be like everyone else,” he choked out, still shaking. “We have to hide!”
Sky began tugging at his wrists, but Warriors resisted the movement, staying where he was. “Sky, there’s no danger.”
“Yes there is! I have a base right over there, we can get to it if we hurry, we can’t let him—”
“Sky, we’re not on the island,” Warriors repeated, slipping his wrists out of Sky’s hold and taking his hands instead. His skin felt clammy. “I promise you we’re not. We’re in your house. We’re safe.”
Sky kept shaking, but he didn’t argue the point, and Warriors felt a flicker of encouragement when he didn’t keep tugging on his hands.
“You’re not back there,” Warriors repeated, and Sky squeezed his eyes shut, another bead of sweat trailing down his brow. “You’re in your house, on the couch in your living room. Sun is at work, and Aryll is taking a nap. Nobody is in any danger.”
Sky trembled in his seat, his eyes still closed tight, and Warriors lightly squeezed his hands, waiting for him to come back. His eyes reopened, still looking frantic, but less so than before.
“Come on Link,” Warriors whispered, looking into Sky’s eyes. “You’re safe here, I promise. Nothing is trying to hurt you.”
Sky swallowed, and Warriors stayed beside him, watching as his feathers slowly began to smooth. Warriors repeated the reassurance that they weren’t on the island, and he kept it up as Sky’s frantic breathing started to even out, and his eyes gradually cleared.
It felt like a long time before Sky’s shoulders slumped, his wings falling limp as he took in a shaky breath. He was still trembling, but much more lightly, and Warriors studied his face.
“You back?” Warriors asked carefully, and Sky looked at his lap, shame coloring his face.
“I... I think so. Sorry,” Sky whispered.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Warriors said easily, but Sky kept looking at his lap, ears red.
Warriors looked at him worriedly, then lightly squeezed his hands, pulling back so he could deal with the frozen puddle on the floor. He easily pried it up and shaped it into a small ball, then set it on the table, looking back at Sky again.
“Hey. I mean it,” Warriors said when he saw his expression, lightly touching Sky’s shoulder, light enough that he could pull away if he wanted. Sky didn’t, and so Warriors held it a bit tighter. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”
“I was the one stupid enough to go there,” Sky muttered under his breath, and Warriors frowned.
“Sky, you were tricked. You thought you were doing something good, it’s not your fault,” Warriors repeated, and Sky didn’t meet his eyes. Warriors sighed. “That looked pretty rough. Do you want some water?”
“I’d appreciate that,” Sky said quietly.
Warriors nodded and stood, giving his shoulder a squeeze before he grabbed Sky’s glass and headed to the kitchen to refill it. It only took him a moment, and when he returned, Sky hadn’t moved, still staring at his lap, faintly trembling, wings lightly wrapped around himself.
Warriors passed him the cup, and Sky silently took it, sipping without a word.
“You need anything else?” Warriors asked, and Sky shook his head. Warriors hummed in reply, then paused as he thought of something. It wasn’t Warriors’ go-to, but Sky usually appreciated physical contact much more than him, especially since he’d been back. “...maybe a hug?”
Sky finally looked up, still shaky and pale, and gave a tiny nod.
Warriors gave him a sad smile, then leaned in, wrapping his arms around his brother.
Sky was stiff for a moment, then practically melted into the touch, a wavering sigh coming from him. He pressed his face against Warriors’ shoulder, and Warriors lightly rubbed his back, feeling equally reassured by the touch. He knew Sky had been through a lot, but the blatant show of it had been a bit frightening.
Oh Sky.
“I’m such a disaster,” Sky said in a wobbly voice, and Warriors sighed.
“Anyone would be. Truth be told, I think most of us became disasters while you were gone, so you’re in good company.”
Sky let out a wet snort, and Warriors squeezed him, Sky still shaking just a little.
“Has this happened before?” Warriors asked after a minute, pulling back so he could see Sky’s face, and Sky shrugged.
“Not... to that extent,” he admitted quietly. “There’ve been... things, but not...”
He trailed off weakly, and Warriors nodded. That was about what he’d figured.
“Okay. Well... we’ll figure this out. Just like old times, huh?” Warriors said with a faint smile, and Sky huffed.
“Yeah. Can’t say I miss that side of things,” he mumbled, and Warriors squeezed his arm again.
“I’ll stay until Sun comes back,” he reassured quietly, and Sky nodded, silently resting his head against Warriors’ shoulder again.
Neither of them said much else after that, and Warriors idly played with the piece of ice on the table, Sky watching him quietly as he shaped it into a small bird. Warriors added some ice to it, and worked on shaping it into a slightly bigger one, the kind Sky especially liked.
Sky stayed silent as he leaned against him, and Warriors tried not to stare, worry clenching in his stomach. Nightmares were common enough between them, though they’d gotten better as the years had gone on. Warriors had practice with those, and panic attacks, and a small list of the other crap they all dealt with after their superhero careers, but this… felt way out of his league.
We’ll figure this out, he promised silently, adding small feathers to the bird he was shaping in his palms. Sky breathed out a weary sigh, and Warriors swallowed.
System culture is feeling like someone who hurt you is always behind you and when you have a ptsd episode you start seeing them and try to ground yourself back to realty but you just can’t because it will worsen the episode and I already am hallucinating the feeling of the Iv and needles I can’t do this,,, why am I a trauma holder, who forced this to happen to us?! -⦻
“How long have you been sitting here? What happened?"
prompt from @sirserpentine 🐍
cont. from here
The bathroom tap gushed at full force.
How much time had passed, Angel had no idea. He had spat into the sink, eager to rid himself of the tang of blood mixed with that sweet, noxious venom, but his spit was clear and untained, and the taste remained no matter how vigorously he rinsed his mouth. He tried again, a third time, a fourth... but the cool ceramic of the sink stayed pristine white, no poison expelled, like heaving on an empty stomach. The flavour had trickled from his memory into his mouth like ink bleeding through sheets of paper, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He had collapsed to the floor some time after accepting his helplessness in the situation. This was happening more and more often now, too often. Sometimes, it felt so real he could swear it was happening right there and then, like a healed wound being violently ripped open, only to be told it was nothing but a scar.
He left the tap running in the hopes that it might drown out some of the noise. That cloying drawl that masked sandpaper grit, the voice that goaded and bellowed and barked. That whispered soft praises and sweet nothings until Angel had to hold back tears. He wasn't sure if he was crying or if the sound was just another memory.
And he could feel it. The soft and the vicious, all melded into a swirling abyss, malignant and nauseating and utterly intolerable. Angel drew his legs up to his chest, squeezing them with both sets of arms with vice-like intensity. The pressure, the sound of the tap, the cool tile floor and the bright white lights... it was all background noise. It all faded to nothing as Angel was pulled helplessly under the current of his own past.
He hadn't even noticed someone entering the room until they were stood directly in front of him, dark and looming as the light was obscured behind them. As if in slow motion, the silhoutte seemed to grow, shadows contorting into impossible shapes until they formed a familiar presence, one with a razor-sharp grin and piercing, blood-red eyes.
Angel tried to scream, but nothing came out.
Instead, he scrabbled backwards with a soft gasp, the only noise his body would allow him to make as he backed into the furthest corner of the room. What the fuck was he doing here? How did he get in? Why was he-
"Pentious," he managed, the new perspective allowing him a more detailed view of the demon stood before him. A statement of acknowledgement. It wasn't Valentino.
As distant as he felt from the man stood directly in front of him, as much as the room he was in felt as two dimensional as a film set, he still had the sour self-deprication to feel embarrassed. Of course it wasn't Val. This was just a flashback. It happened all the time. How stupid was he?
The relief of the serpent's presence wore off almost instantaneously. Angel's ears were still ringing, the taste was still fresh, he could still feel everything...
"Go away," Angel muttered. It wasn't a warning, it wasn't even aggressive. It was flat, devoid of emotion. His eyes glassed over, looking past his visitor rather than at him.
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So as you might know Cam was our host. The reason I say was is because they were triggered earlier which lead to a flashback and panic attack which eventually lead to them splitting into Oliver and me (Lydia). We will redo our intro post later. Additionally this led Willow and Destiny going into dormancy which in turn made Levi dormant and Void has also gone dormant along with our murder drones fictives. I believe there may be more but haven’t had time to fully check and know the total people dormant. We no longer are going to use the collective names Cam picked. This will be updated as we progress.
If any of y’all don’t want to be friends after this I totally understand
(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi @ Ardel: "I was wonderin', since you were grew up in the orphanage with your friends, what did life looks like?" She asked with her jacket off. "I have a friend who was in the orphanage, until he was adopted by an Eevee so he didn't remember that much."
Ardel squints a bit, recalling memories before answering.
ARDEL: "I don't think a lot of people would remember their younger days, but I was there at the orphanage from around the ages of 10-17 so it was a major part of my childhood. I remember it more clearly than the others I think. I was the second oldest there. barely a few months younger then Zeppelin. Everyone else were younger. Serene is only about 2 years behind me and she was the next oldest so. The ages range a lot."
ARDEL: "... Sometimes I think I remember more than I should."
