forum Depression and Choccy Milk (OXO with Caustic)

Started May 08, 2020 by @Painted-Iris group

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(Nobody:)
(Zedd: I've known Nathaniel for an hour and a half, but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.)

(Can confirm that this is accurate.)

(No one:
Zedd: You have PTSD? Hmm. Walk it off and go play, buckaroo
Nathaniel: :'D yes sir)

(I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP MAKING HIM SEEM SO MEAN QWQ)
(HE'S GRUMPY BUT NOT HEARTLESS)

(Lmao okay)
Nathaniel wasn't exactly in the mood to play, but he went off anyways, figuring that Zedd wanted to be left alone. After a while of sitting alone, he encountered other kids, and that wasn't particularly pleasant. They started pulling on his wings despite his protests, and they kept pestering him with questions he really didn't want to answer. The way they were pulling on his wings hurt since they didn't extend properly anymore. Tears stung his eyes and he eventually retreated into a tree so that they'd leave him alone. The problem with that plan was that he was now stuck and didn't want to bother Zedd to help him get down.

Zeddicus hadn't fully been paying attention until he noticed a blur of white in the corner of his vision. Focusing, he watched Nathaniel run off. He waited a moment before realizing he wasn't playing any sort of game. Sighing, he stood up from his spot and walked in the direction he had seen the small boy run off in. He better not have left the park. He wouldn't leave to go live on the streets again, would he?
Not seeing the small boy anywhere, Zedd's shoulders fell. He really was bad at this, wasn't he? "Goddamn it," he cursed, kicking the base of a large tree. It stung, but he didn't let out a hiss of pain, rather biting the inside of his cheek quite hard.

When Zeddicus kicked the tree, Nathaniel lost his balance and fell out. "W-Woah!" He hit the ground hard and was dazed. He had a sizeable gash on one leg and a few scrapes scattered elsewhere on his body. "Nngh…" He stirred a bit, pushing himself up with trembling arms.

"Oh fuck- shit, agh! Are you okay?" Zedd asked, kneeling down on the ground again. His knees were bound to get tired at this point. Looking at the poor boy at his feet, the man shook his head. "Nevermind, don't answer that. You look almost like the way I found you, of course you're not okay…" This was another first. Zeddicus hardly ever rambled. "How did this happen?"

(Yeet)
"I-I'm okay, I'm okay…" Nathaniel winced and forced himself up into a sitting position. He looked down at his bleeding leg and sighed. "The other kids kept pulling on my wings and asking me to fly and asking me why I have wings and why they look weird and stuff… I went up into the tree so I could hide."

Zeddicus sat there a moment. He was already angry with himself, so his judgement was a bit clouded. Nathaniel's description sounded something akin to harassment to him. "Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?" he asked, looking back in the direction of the playground where the other small children had already gone back to playing. "Wonder if they'd like it if they got their damn wings pulled…" Zedd whispered under his breath.

(Zedd about to murder some children whoops) _{(in his imagination but still-)}

(Lmao)
"Um… I-I think I can walk… I'm kinda dizzy, though." Nathaniel dragged himself to his feet, supporting himself against the tree and groaning softly. His head felt heavy and his ears were ringing, and he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. His injured leg was wobbling dangerously, but he seemed like he was planning on walking anyway.

Zeddicus shook his head, moving to take the small angel into his arms anyways. "You're shaking, no way are you walking. Even if it isn't that far," he argued. There really wasn't any room for negotiation in his statement.

(Lmao)
"Y-Yes, sir…" Nathaniel closed his eyes and shifted to be a bit closer to Zedd, still shaking. He weighed absolutely nothing, so carrying him wasn't exactly difficult. His leg was hurting quite a bit, but he kept quiet. He didn't want to bother Zedd by crying again, so he sucked it up and held his breath.

(honestly crying would annoy Zedd, but now that he's in angry dad mode, he'd probably be like: he can cry because someone touched this small bean and after he goes to bed i'm gonna go murder someone i stg-)

Zeddicus carefully hoisted the small boy into his arms, honestly wanting to go back to the playground to smack each child on the head. Nathaniel's state left no room for doing such a thing however. The man started walking towards home, seeming angrier than the angel had ever seen him. "We aren't going back there for awhile."

(Tru tru)
"Um… okay, sir… are you okay?" Nathaniel asked softly, looking up at Zedd and noticing how angry he looked. He cowered a bit, seeming nervous. "D-Did I do something wrong, sir? I… I-I'm sorry… whatever it is, I won't do it again." He fidgeted a bit, looking down at the fresh blood trickling down his leg. He went pale, clearly unnerved by it.

Feeling the small movement Zeddicus moved his arm to adjust his hold a bit. A few people gave him a few sad glances, some of them concerned. Zedd honestly didn't really care what they thought. "No, you didn't," the man finally replied a few seconds later. "But you really don't have to call me sir anymore," he added, trying to speak in a lighter tone.

(ok this is obvious but i'm making it so that Zedd has depression confirmed and caring for Nathaniel makes him feel like he can do good and that he has a purpose)

(Yisss)
"Erm… alright. What should I call you, then?" Nathaniel asked, still fidgeting nervously. He seemed uncomfortable with all the passerby staring at him and huddled a bit closer to Zedd for protection. His wings puffed up a bit and he closed his eyes, continuing to tremble.