forum Idk what I'm doing but I have a character // OxO // Closed

Started October 10, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Jared nodded. "You're welcome…" He trailed off, thinking. "I…how did you know how to…how to calm me down?" He asked slowly. "When I was…" He trailed off, shaking his head a little.

Victor listens before smiling gently. "I worked with men with PTSD for a little while. Dealt with it myself." He replies quietly. He offers a gentle smile to the other.

Jared nodded a little. "Oh. Sorry." He knew not to pry about what Victor's PTSD was about. He didn't like it when anyone asked about his own. Even when it was his parents. He took a deep breath. "How…" He bit his lip, looking lost. "How do you get better?" He finally asked softly, looking down at his hands. "I…"

Victor gently set down his cup. "Time was the thing that helped. Breathing. Talking to people. Going to things you enjoy." He smiled a bit. "I think the thing that grounded me was the fact that I was still alive. I was still breathing. I'd feel my surroundings and know I was safe." He quietly explains. "It doesn't happen overnight. But it does happen with time."

"Alright." Jared replied. "Thank you. For everything."

?? Jack and Lincoln?//

Victor nods. "Of course." He says quietly. He looked up when he heard someone knock. He stood and walked to the door. He opened it to see his sister standing there. "Hello, Victor!" She says cheerfully. She had deep red hair that reached her waist, bright blue eyes and fair skin. "I'm telling ya, those empty roads were the best." Her russian accent was lighter, but it was still there Victor chuckled. "I see. Well, Jared, have a nice evening." He smiles gently.

Jared smiled slightly. "Alright. You too." He replied. "And…I know I've said this like a billion times, but really. Thank you." He got up from where he had been sitting. "If there's anything I can do to repay you, just let me know."

He chuckles softly and smiles. "It's really no problem. Please, take care of yourself." He says quietly. He looked over at the other. "There's no repayment necessary." he says in a relaxed manner. "Alright Natalia, lets head home, yeah?" He asks. "Have a good evening." he mutters softly.

Jared nodded. "Okay. You have a good evening as well." he followed them to the door. Once they were gone, he closed it, leaning against the wall and letting out a soft sigh. I…don't know what to do. He realized ruefully.

Natalia beamed. "He was sweet." She chuckles as she walks to the car, unlocking it. "Let's go. We need to get your car." He chuckles softly and runs a hand through his hair. "Let's head home. I start work tomorrow." He says quietly. Natalia nods, her eyes furrowing. "Yeah…" He mutters softly.

Jared went to his room, flopping down on his bed with a sigh. He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He didn't have the energy to change. He sighed, and yanked off his jeans, then snuggled into his blankets tiredly.

Time skip??//

Could you please?//

Yeah//

(kk)

Jared's mother, Mrs McKay, drove Victor to the house, chatting nearly the whole time. "Now, I didn't warn him, because if I had, he would have thrown a tantrum about it. But that boy can't be left alone right now, and he needs somebody to protect him from the press." She said.

He chuckled quietly. "it's no issue, ma'am.i was trained for this. I can assure you that your son is in safe hands." He says gently. His eyes are soft as he looks around the car. He recognized this road…

(hey, the RP with Lucien and Aki is still going to continue, right? Because there's been no response to that for a few days?)

Mrs McKay nodded. "I know, and that's why I hired you. Now…some nights you may be required to stay longer, for a variety of reasons…you know how to help with PTSD symptoms, correct?" She asked.

(Yeah! Sorry, I've been really busy with theater. It was performing weekend.)

Victor watches as the scenery passes. He looks up when spoken to and nods. "I planned to stay through the night, in complete honesty. Nights are the most dangerous to cope with. As for dealing with PTSD symptoms and episodes, yes. I have been in the field for a while. I can handle it." He says quietly.

(its totally fine! Ooh cool, what play/musical/whatever?)

She nodded, sighing with relief. "Oh, good. His father and I have been trying…but all the damn books in the world, and I still don't know how to help." She shook her head, pulling up the driveway to the same house from yesterday.

(It's called Murder in the Heir. I was in charge of make up and hair.)

"When you've been on the field as long as I have, miss. You learn to deal with it rather quickly." He mutters softly, a small sigh escaping his lips. "As for help, you're trying your best to learn, and that is truly honorable." He replies. He looks up at the house and grabs his briefcase and smiled kindly. "I can assure you, miss. Your son is safe with me."

(oh cool!)

Mrs McKay nodded. "Alright." She parked the car, and got out, leading the way to the house. She knocked on the door. "I forgot my keys. He should be up by now." She explained, turning to Victor.

Victor gets out as well, shutting the door carefully, since his brute strength had once torn a car door off once before. He nods to Mrs. McKay and smiled gently. He followed after her.

After a few minutes, Jared opened the door, red hair sticking up and wild. He was wearing a wrinkled button up shirt, and…boxers. His eyes widened as he saw them, cheeks turning red. "Mom!" He exclaimed, slamming the door shut again. "You should have told me to get dressed!"

Mrs McKay raised her eyebrows. "Just put pants on, Jared." She replied, chuckling. "How was I supposed to know you weren't wearing any?"

Victor looked up from his watch when he heard the door opened. His eyebrow raised faintly at the… attire of the other but he didn't question it. He chuckled softly at Jared's surprise before looking away, being respectful about Jared's privacy. His ears were a soft red but he would deny it later on.

Jared groaned. "Mooomm!!" He sighed. "I'll be right back, then." After a few minutes, he opened the door again, wearing a pair of jeans. He cleared his throat, cheeks still pink with embarrassment. "So…whats going on?" He asked. His eyes flicked to Victor, widening slightly in recognition.

His mom smiled slightly. "This is Victor, he's going to be your new bodyguard. And he can help with the… PTSD symptoms." She replied gently.

Victor chuckled quietly as the other scurried off to change. He had time to compose himself at least. He glanced at Mrs. McKay before checking his watch, a nervous tick he had. When the other returned he offered a tiny smile. He bowed politely. "So we meet again, Jared." He chuckled quietly.