Monday: Hurt/Comfort
Hello, comment_fic friends! I’m drabblewriter, jazzed to be your benevolent overlord for the week, and our first theme is my personal favorite fic genre, hurt/comfort. Today's the day we put our faves through the emotional and/or physical wringer, then send someone in to make them feel a bit better.
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
Though she intended for these words to sound hard, her voice trembles again and her eyes water up. “That’s all there always is,” she whispers and shuts her eyes, makes the tears spill over and presses her knees tightly to her body.
He sees her in a new light at this moment, sees the person behind the addicted woman she usually is. And he can’t deny that it moves something in him.
“Hey,” he says softly and lays an arm around her. She still feels like Amber, and that surprises him for a moment, but it also makes him pull her closer. “It’s going to be alright.”
Just a phrase, normally meaningless, but at this moment it means the world to her. She starts to sob as she turns to him and buries her face in his shoulder, smells dirt and death and HIM, so familiar, so comforting, and when he lays his second arm around her and holds her tight, she feels safe for the first time in months.
After a while her tears subside and her shaking body relaxes.
“You know,” she says and wipes her eyes for the last time, “you’re better at comforting than I thought.” She laughs softly and sits up, leaves his embrace and looks at him. A new Amber.
“Guess there’s still a lot we don’t know about each other,” he answers with a teasing voice and a smile.
And suddenly the world seems to be just a little brighter.
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