forum @Skylark // Private Roleplay

Started March 15, 2021 by @Fraust

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“It’s okay, Joey,” Sol murmured, squeezing his hand gently. “It’s not stupid or insignificant. Just take it slow, and stop whenever you want.”

Joey nodded weakly, sticking another spoonful of soup into his mouth. His hands were still shaking, but he was trying his best to keep steady. When he'd finished about half of it, he was starting to feel nauseous again, so he set the bowl down and pushed it away with tears in his eyes.

A wave of his hand had the bowl being carried away on a phantom wind. Normally, Sol didn’t use his magic for small things, he liked doing it for himself, but he right now he didn’t want to leave the room. “You did so good, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to Joey’s knuckles. “It’s okay, let’s just relax and watch the movie, yeah?”

"Mmm…" Joey crawled into Sol's lap and buried his face in his shoulder, trying to adjust himself into a comfortable position. He was obviously still stressed and upset, but he was trying to just keep quiet and cling to Sol in hopes of just forcing himself to calm down. "M'sorry I couldn't do more…"

Sol wrapped his arms around Joey, cradling him close, and kissed his head. “You don’t need to apologize, estello,” he said softly. “You did so well, I’m proud of you.”

Joey nodded weakly, relaxing a little into Sol's secure hold. "I just… feel so stupid. I-I mean, I can't even eat a whole bowl of soup. It's just dumb…"

“It’s not dumb, Joey,” Sol replied firmly, shifting to adjust his wings. “You ate half a bowl, that’s really good. I know you can’t always change how you feel, but I promise you you’re not stupid.”

"Mmmmm…" Joey held tighter to Sol, still trembling lightly. "My brain is dumb… it does stupid things. Makes me do stupid things. Makes me stupid. Dunno how I'm supposed to fix that…"

“Time and support, estello,” Sol answered, gently stroking Joey’s wing, a now familiar gesture. “You’re not stupid. This doesn’t define you and it’s not eternal. There are others who understand your struggle and can help, like therapists or support groups.”

He whined softly again, shivering as usual at the touch. "I don't like the sound of time. I'm immortal… what if it never ends?" He asked weakly, obviously afraid and upset.

Sol hugged Joey gently, pulling him close and nuzzling his hair. “It will end, I can promise you that,” Sol replied quietly, but confidently.

"How do you know?" He asked softly. "What makes you so sure that I'll get better?" He hid his face again, sighing shakily.

Lightly running his hand through Joey’s hair, Sol hummed quietly. “Because you’re strong. Because you’re not alone. Because others have done it and can help. I know you are afraid, but you have such courage for even thinking of trying, and with that you can get better.”

Joey paled a bit and tightened his grip on Sol, breathing more heavily. "Nngh… I-I feel sick…" He whispered weakly. "How can I… h-how can I be strong if I can't even handle a little bit of soup…?" He started holding his breath, hugging his stomach tightly.

“It’s not going to happen all at once, Joey, this is just the first step in the right direction,” Sol replied gently. “Would you like to go to the restroom? It’s okay, sweetheart.”

Joey nodded weakly, still holding his breath to try and keep himself from throwing up. "I… I-I'm sorry, Sol… I swear I'm trying…"

“I know, sweetheart, you’re doing so well,” Sol encouraged, helping Joey to get up. “It’s okay, Joey, I’ve got you.” He led him to the guest bathroom just down the hall.

Joey followed Sol closely, his face paling more. Once he was in the bathroom, he staggered over to the toilet to throw up, shaking violently as he hugged his stomach. "I can't do this…" He whispered weakly. "I-I can't do this… please…"

Sol knelt beside Joey and gently rubbed his back. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’ll be okay,” he murmured, reaching over to grab a towel. “You don’t have to do anymore, it’s okay.”

Tears stung Joey's eyes and he rubbed at his throat with one hand, wincing a bit. It felt like it was burning. "It h-hurts… I'm… I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Sol…" He whispered, his voice quavering and breaking.

Sol pressed a kiss to Joey’s temple, still gently rubbing his back. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. Let’s get you some water, yeah?”

Joey nodded weakly, although he made no attempt to get to his feet. He just stayed where he was, knelt in front of the toilet with his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

Sol quickly went to get a water bottle and came back, kneeling next to Joey again. “Here you go, estello,” he murmured. “Drink some and then you can go lay down if you want, okay?”

"O-Okay…" Joey accepted the bottle with trembling hands and, after a bit of struggling, managed to open it to take a drink. He gulped down half the bottle in one go, panting softly when he pulled away.

Sol just stayed next to him quietly, rubbing his back. His wings were a bit cramped, this bathroom was smaller than his own, but he didn’t make any moves to get up.