forum Crushing Hearts (Mature content [might turn out to be 18+] and TW) (Moved) (1/1)

Started March 12, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Cyrin hums, “Well, honestly, everyone will deal with things differently. My friends and I wait until we’re ready, while some other friend groups just spill right away.”

"See, to me, that second one makes sense. You tell your friends what you're going through, while you're going through it, so they can help you get through it. Not telling them till after… just seems off."
It did, from a friendship perspective, but Arthur was also internally excited.
This meant Cyrin wouldn't tell anyone what he was being put through when they got there, till it was over. Which worked in Sixclaw's favor.

Cyrin hums, “Or acceptance that it’s happening. Getting over the shock, maybe not trough the thing and over what happened, but I like to be mostly clearheaded. If I’m in shock. . . Then, well. And the news travels faster these days than the time it takes for me to finish talking to the police. It only happened just yesterday.”

Arthur just quirked an eyebrow. The kid had a very… interesting view of friendship. But he decided not to push it.
"Well. As long as that works for you." He smiled, though his face sobered.
"Do the police have any ideas about what happened?" he asked quietly.

Cyrin shrugs, “They said either a psycho or an animal. But there are no traces of an animal and they haven’t found one in town, so. . .” He lifts a shoulder in a shrug, “I’m not worried about how it happened. I’m more worried about what Papa will do if they ever find out who did it. . . what he’ll do. Saline was his favorite.”

Well, they were right. It was both a psycho and an animal. Arthur stuffed the deeply satisfied feeling way down and looked sympathetic. "Worried your father will do something stupid?"
He frowned a bit. "I'm sure he loves you just as much as you sister."

Cyrin hums, “Yeah, probably.” He shrugs slightly, “I know that, but he was. . . Extra ly close with her. They had a strong bond.”

"And your mom seems to be taking it really hard, you said? I mean, obviously, it's awful, but like… you know what I mean."
He watched Arthur's reaction and facial expressions.
So. Pretty serious father-wound there. Noted.

Cyrin nods, “Yeah. She’s. . .” He sighs, running his hand through his hair, “She’s blaming herself, for letting Saline go off by herself like that. But it’s not like she could have known what would happen.”

"Oh no… that's awful, she can't blame herself for that…" Arthur's face conveyed that his heart hurt for Cyrin's mom. That would be so hard, blaming yourself for the death of a child. Your child.

Internally, of course, he was eating it up.

Cyrin stays silent, staring at his plate, fidgeting with his silverware, “No, she can’t but that’s not stopping her. . .” He murmurs, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “But, we’re trying to help her the best we can.”

"…. you worried she might do something bad too?" Arthur asked quietly.
An idea, an awful, terrible idea, popped into his head, and he waited for Cyrin to respond.
Maybe this sets itself up…

Cyrin stays silent, keeping his eyes closed, “I don’t know. . .” He murmurs, “I. . . I really don’t know.” He bites his lip, taking another breath, “I’ve never seen Mama this way, not even when Grandmama or Grandpa died.”

….Perfect….

Arthur nodded sympathetically and slid his hand towards Cyrin, though he didn't touch him outright this time. "I'm sorry, buddy… have you all sought professional help on this? I know it's only been a day, but… you don't want something to happen to her because she hesitated to get help."

He looks at Arthur, not moving, “Dad’s looking, but Mama’s like me, she doesn’t open up very easily.” He sighs, biting his lip.

"…It's ok to be worried, Cyrin. And it's ok to try to help her yourself. If you two are alike, you might be the one who knows how to get through to her." Arthur said gently.

And if you fail, it will be so much more rewarding…

Cyrin sighs softly, “I’m trying. . . But she’s even closed off with me. . .” He shifts slightly, looking back to his food.

Arthur kept nodding, sympathetically. "That's difficult, but… you've got to try, man. Same way she's blaming herself now, you'd likely blame yourself if something happened to her."
Maybe not, but if it was suggested to him… perhaps.

Cyrin stays silent, biting his lip, taking another bite of food. After a moment, he shrugs, “Probably, but I don’t want to think about that right now.” He sighs, “I don’t really want to think about anything, to be honest.”

Arthur nodded. "I get that… besides dancing, what do you like to do to relax?" He finished up his food and waved down the waiter for a box for Cyrin and the check for himself.

Cyrin sighs, “Dance—“ He chuckles, “I don’t do much in my life besides dance and be with my family. The dancing brings in the money, which in turn goes to pay for my lessons, me using the studio, food for the month and rent. The rest goes home to my parents.”

" You have no other hobbies at all?" Arthur asked gently.
Internally, he was banging his head against a wall. Dumb AND one dimensional, can I pick 'em, or can I pick 'em?