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Started July 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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Nathaniel hiccuped and held tightly to Ilya. Even with the pain medicine, he was in quite a bit of pain. He ignored it for now, clearly really needing the closeness of another person.

Ilya kept him close, letting Nathaniel cling to him as he petted his hair and rubbed his back. "How are you feeling?" he asked, voice soft and soothing. "Do you want to move somewhere else? Maybe lay down?"

"It hurts…" Was all he said. His grip on Ilya was pretty weak right now, because it hurt a lot to hold on any tighter than that.

Ilya frowned, planting a hand on the back of his neck and drawing out some of the pain. He took on more than he had last time, hissing quietly as his ribs snapped. "How about now? Feel a little better?"

"Yeah, but you're hurting yourself… I don't want you to have to take that burden from me." Nathaniel hugged him gently, not wanting to hurt him.
(And now because of Lloyd, he doesn't like to burden people with his problems and has attachment issues Yaaaay)

(fuuuuuunnn)
"I want to. You need to heal here," Ilya pressed his hand over Nathaniel's forehead, "just as much as you need to heal here." His hand ghosted over Nathaniel's ribs. "I can make that easier for you."

"Oh, my skull is only cracked. My ribs are actually broken." Nathaniel said, not seeming to fully understand.

Ilya laughed, breaking off into a subdued coughing fit as his ribs protested. "I meant you need to heal mentally, silly. Psychological wounds scar just as badly as physical ones and it's clear you can only deal with one at a time."

"Oh… what do you mean? I think I'm okay mentally…" Nathaniel watched Ilya with a bit of concern, not wanting the fairy to hurt himself.

(Lmao, I think I'm dying)
Ilya laughed even harder, setting off a worse coughing fit. A few strained giggles worked their way through. "Lying is a bad look Nathaniel. You just broke down crying at a bad memory, you clearly have some issues to resolve."

Nathaniel looked away, feeling guilty. "I wasn't trying to lie… I… I thought I was okay… is the whole 'childhood trauma' thing not normal?"

Ilya sighed, lightly tapping Nathaniel's shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry." His voice was as soft as silk. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. And, no. Most kids grow up happy and safe and provided for. Trauma isn't normal."

"Oh…" Nathaniel fell silent and eventually just huddled against Ilya again. He didn't speak for a bit. "How am I supposed to get over it?"

Ilya hummed quietly. "Well, it's… a process. First you address the problem, and then you try to figure out what's fact and what's emotion, and then you learn how to cope." He shrugged. "Talking about it can help sometimes. That's what I liked to do when I was recovering."

"I think I might've already talked about it… am I supposed to talk more?" Nathaniel let his wings hang loosely on his back and closed his eyes.

"Well, you can. There's not really any 'supposed to's when you're dealing with this kind of stuff." Ilya shrugged, pulling Nathaniel close to cuddle him. "But, for me, talking was a way to sort out what was real and what wasn't. It helped me get some distance from what happened and that was what I needed. It might be helpful to you, but if it isn't you don't have to do it."

Nathaniel nodded and tucked his head under Ilya's chin, keeping his eyes closed. After a while his breathing evened out, and it became apparent that he'd dozed off.

Ilya turned him over carefully until Nathaniel's back was pressed comfortably against his chest. After a few minutes, he pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and quietly got off the couch. Time to search the attic for that musty old spellbook.

Nathaniel stayed asleep on the couch while Ilya searched in the attic. He curled into a ball to get comfortable.

Ilya came back down with the spell book in hand and a few glass jars of herbs levitating behind them. He set everything down with a loud 'thunk', turning to see if it had disturbed Nathaniel.

Luckily, Nathaniel still seemed to be sleeping, though he stirred a bit. He eventually settled back down, though.

Ilya froze, only starting to move when Nathaniel settled. He flipped open the spellbook and turned to the sleeping potion page. Most of the ingredients had been in the attic, all he needed now were mermaid hair and angel tears. And luckily for him, he had an angel dozing off on the couch. "Nathaniel, I need you for a second!"

"Mmm…" Nathaniel shifted about for a moment before pushing himself up into a sitting position, yawning. "What do you need?"

"Can you cry on command?" Ilya dogeared the page in the potion book and shut it. "Or can I make you cry? The potion needs angel tears."

"Er… interesting request. I'm not sure I can cry on command, but, uh… I guess you're welcome to try…?" Nathaniel woke himself up fully, staying seated for now.

Ilya nodded, grabbing a cup from the kitchen and handing it over to Nathaniel. "Cry into that, I guess. Um… what normally makes you cry? Because I could try putting pressure on your ribs but I don't want to have to hurt you."

"Honestly, I'd prefer that to… well, I was crying about Lloyd earlier, but I really don't need another episode like that…" Nathaniel fidgeted with the cup.

"Definitely not! I'm not going to put you through that again today. Um… come here, okay?" Ilya patted his lap, encouraging Nathaniel to sit. "I'm going to squish your ribs, smack my arm if you want me to stop."

"Alright…" Nathaniel hesitantly moved over to Ilya and prepared himself, feeling pretty nervous.