forum Soulmate(?) one on one (Closed)

Started May 28, 2019 by @Fraust

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It's okay! I honestly probably don't do age properly anyway, its more situational and experience development that I rely on in accordance to age…

Lucas ran to his room and slammed the door, sobbing. His father was drunk downstairs again and had forgotten him. He always did. Whenever his father drank, he either thought Lucas was Claus or a stranger, and neither ended well. Lucas locked the door and searched for his Swiss Army knife. Once he found it, he dug it into his arms, more tears rolling down his cheeks. His tears fell onto his arm and mixed with the fresh blood.

Skye winced, pulling back his sleeve as more cuts appeared, again. Why does this keep happening to them? he thought. Worry crossing his face as he dug out a semi clean rag to stop the bleeding.

(Rip Skye amirite)
Lucas lay down on the ground and dropped his blood stained knife. He knew he hadn’t cut deep enough to hit any major vessels or arteries, but deep enough to hurt. That’s all he needed; some control. His father hurt him all the time, but being able to cause the pain himself gave him a bit of twisted security. For some reason, whenever he cut himself, something always seemed to try and dry up the blood. It was infuriating.

Skye kept tending to the cuts, eventually wrapping them up with said rag. He figured it was the soulmate thing, but he had no idea where to look for them. "I wish I knew why they keep hurting themselves…"

I need to get out of here… Lucas thought to himself, getting onto his hands and knees and grabbing his knife. He ignored how lightheaded and weak he was as he put the knife in his hoodie pocket, standing up unsteadily and pushing open his window. With his arms hurting as much as they did, it was difficult, but he managed to open the window and climb out of it (it’s one story don’t worry). He landed softly on the ground, catching his breath for a few seconds before he started to run. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew he needed to get somewhere before he passed out. He didn’t had much time before then.

Skye knew he shouldn't be moving. But he ignored that, and lept down into the alleyway. Jogging down the street he made a mental list of what he needed to do. Meet up with Marco, Find a pen, and maybe a job… he thought, turning into another Alley.

Lucas ran into someone as he was running blindly and fell backward. “I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” He said quietly from the ground, cowering a bit as though expecting to be hit. (Oh yeah, he ran into Skye by the way lol)

Skye blinked in surprise as someone ran into him, stinned as the other apologized, cowering from where he'd fallen.
He quickly crouched down to make sure he was okay, "Heg It's ok, it was just an accident" he said softly.

Lucas flinched a bit when Skye approached him, visibly shaking. His blood was starting to soak through his sleeves now as well as Skye’s, but Lucas didn’t really notice at the moment.

Skye frowned at the blood soaking through his sleeves, but frowned even more when he saw the other. "Hey… I'm not going to hurt you okay?" He said quietly, "Are you okay?" He asked, ignoring the million other thoughts running through his brain.

Am I okay? Well, not exactly. Lucas looked back up at Skye, his ears ringing. I haven’t left the house in so long… “I-I’m… n… n-no. I suppose not…” He managed to say, his heart pounding. What’s the point in lying? I’m terrible at it.

Skye studied the other worriedly, "Would you let me tend to whatever is making your arm bleed?" He asked.

“I…” Lucas really didn’t want to let Skye see his bloodied arms, but after several seconds he hesitantly rolled up one of his sleeves to reveal the cuts. He was still shaking at this point and avoided eye contact, not wanting to see Skye’s reaction to his battered, bruised, and bleeding arm.

Skye frowned when he saw it, taking a small first aid kit out of his bag, and then a pad of gauze, wiping away blood and wrapping up the wounds.

Lucas winced when the wounds were touched, and he had to fight the strong urge to pull his arm away. He noticeably tensed up whenever he was touched, even if it didn’t hurt, and general seemed very anxious. He frequently looked behind himself like he was expecting someone to be following him. As the wounds on Lucas’s arms were bound, the ones on Skye’s arms stopped bleeding as well. At this point, Lucas knew he was dangerously close to fainting, but he didn’t say anything about it.

Skye finished tending to it, frowning at the lacking supplies in the kit, but pushed it away when he realized that the cuts on his arm had stopped bleeding.
"You gonna be okay?" He asked.

“Physically or mentally? Either way, I’m not sure…” Lucas said quietly, rubbing his arms. At least he didn’t ask questions…

"Careful, you don't want to disturb the bandages.." he said softly. Finally he stood up, offering a hand to the other.

Lucas flinched again before he realized what Skye was doing. He tentatively accepted Skye’s help in standing, but he still seemed very unsteady. His vision went almost completely black when he stood and he was swaying, but he somehow managed to stay upright.

Skye placed a gentle hand on the other's shoulder, "Uhm… are you okay?" He asked again, worried.

“Y-Yeah… I’m okay…” Lucas said before he collapsed against the wall. Probably had something to do with lack of food, dehydration, and blood loss mixed with overexertion but I mean other than that I wonder how this could have happened.

Skye's eyes widened at the at the sight and he quickly pulled the other close to him, pulling one of Lucas' arms around his shoulders for support.

Lucas came to as Skye was half carrying him through the street somewhere. Shit, where’s he taking me? “Nngh… w-where are you…?”