Calm me (Quinn, Flynn)
Quinn stomped into the room angrily, ignoring a startled looking Flynn. He went to Flynn's closet and immediately started throwing things out of it because they were int he way. Flynn stood up behind him, deftly catching articles of his clothing as they sailed through the air, and placing them on his bed so they didn't end up on the floor. "Quinny?" he asked, after catching a shoe that very nearly brained him in the skull. "Not that I'm prying, but why do you feel my clothes need to be evicted from my closet?"
"I'm looking for your suitcase!" Quinn hissed, snakelike. "Where the fuck is it!"
"At your house." Flynn set his jeans on the pile of clothes on his bed, and immediately his cat Errol jumped to the top of the pile to claim it as his own little clothing kingdom upon which to sleep and deposit his black fur.
"Dammit!" Quinn slammed the closet door and he turned to face Flynn, angrily shoving his hands through his hair.
"Why...are you angry? Is it with me?!" Flynn looked momentarily terrified, and that made Quinn feel guilty enough to quell some of his anger.
"No...no, I'm...argh. I'm mad at Adrina because she just fucked off and told me not to call her and it's not my fucking fault demons exist in the world, goddammit! Like I have the power to spawn...whatever in the fuck. Goddammit, Mal, why is it my fault?!"
Flynn blinked and he raised his hand in the air, wondering if he could ask a question. Quinn gave him a strange look. "Don't make me call on you, Mal..."
"Okay." Flynn lowered his hand. "Did Adrina say it was your fault?"
Quinn sighed and he leaned back against the wall, letting his body sort of slump into an S-shape. "No," he admitted. "But she said I couldn't call her and I love calling her! I call her ten times a day and who am I supposed to call if I see a bird do a funny thing, or a kid fall over!?"
"First of all...wow, you're kind of mean. Second, you can call me."
"But you don't Adrinagiggle!" Quinn threw his hands up in the air and he sighed heavily. "I'm moving out. Amaris ruins everything, the fucking bitch-"
"Whoa!" Flynn stepped forward then, and he put his hands on Quinn's shoulders. "Quinn...why would you move out?"
"B...because she...I...she..." Quinn blinked and then he looked incredible embarrassed. "Because I'm mad?"
"Well that's stupid. And you're smarter than that," Flynn informed him in his straight-forward manner. He was right, anyway. "She loves you, she's just freaking out. She needs time to process. You can't move out and prove that she had a reason to tell you to leave her alone."
"I...oh..."
Flynn continued. He didn't usually talk a lot, but today it seemed that words were prudent. "Think back to when you first learned about this. Didn't you flip out about it? She's coming at it cleanly, and she had a traumatic experience with it, to boot. That's gotta be shitty. I'd be running for the border too. If...I had a place to go..." Flynn cleared his throat and moved on quickly. "Don't let stubbornness come between you and Adrina."
Quinn hung his head. "Yeah...that'd be stupid, huh?"
"Pretty much."
"I just...Amaris takes so much away, and if she took Adrina too-"
"So don't let her, you lunkhead!" Flynn smiled and he lifted Quinn's chin so Quinn was looking into his kind, grey eyes. "Got it?"
"Yeah...fuck, I'm an idiot."
"No. You're just having a wigging. And, by the way, you're putting my clothes back in the closet when Errol is done with his nap." Flynn turned to grin at his cat. "Look, he made a nest."
"Mal...thanks..." Quinn reached out for Flynn's hand and Flynn gave him an easy smile which melted Quinn's heart.
"'Course. You're my Quinny. I'm hungry, are you hungry?" Flynn, without waiting for an answer, was already pulling Quinn towards the door so he could find some food. Quinn just chuckled, relieved, and let it happen.
"I'm looking for your suitcase!" Quinn hissed, snakelike. "Where the fuck is it!"
"At your house." Flynn set his jeans on the pile of clothes on his bed, and immediately his cat Errol jumped to the top of the pile to claim it as his own little clothing kingdom upon which to sleep and deposit his black fur.
"Dammit!" Quinn slammed the closet door and he turned to face Flynn, angrily shoving his hands through his hair.
"Why...are you angry? Is it with me?!" Flynn looked momentarily terrified, and that made Quinn feel guilty enough to quell some of his anger.
"No...no, I'm...argh. I'm mad at Adrina because she just fucked off and told me not to call her and it's not my fucking fault demons exist in the world, goddammit! Like I have the power to spawn...whatever in the fuck. Goddammit, Mal, why is it my fault?!"
Flynn blinked and he raised his hand in the air, wondering if he could ask a question. Quinn gave him a strange look. "Don't make me call on you, Mal..."
"Okay." Flynn lowered his hand. "Did Adrina say it was your fault?"
Quinn sighed and he leaned back against the wall, letting his body sort of slump into an S-shape. "No," he admitted. "But she said I couldn't call her and I love calling her! I call her ten times a day and who am I supposed to call if I see a bird do a funny thing, or a kid fall over!?"
"First of all...wow, you're kind of mean. Second, you can call me."
"But you don't Adrinagiggle!" Quinn threw his hands up in the air and he sighed heavily. "I'm moving out. Amaris ruins everything, the fucking bitch-"
"Whoa!" Flynn stepped forward then, and he put his hands on Quinn's shoulders. "Quinn...why would you move out?"
"B...because she...I...she..." Quinn blinked and then he looked incredible embarrassed. "Because I'm mad?"
"Well that's stupid. And you're smarter than that," Flynn informed him in his straight-forward manner. He was right, anyway. "She loves you, she's just freaking out. She needs time to process. You can't move out and prove that she had a reason to tell you to leave her alone."
"I...oh..."
Flynn continued. He didn't usually talk a lot, but today it seemed that words were prudent. "Think back to when you first learned about this. Didn't you flip out about it? She's coming at it cleanly, and she had a traumatic experience with it, to boot. That's gotta be shitty. I'd be running for the border too. If...I had a place to go..." Flynn cleared his throat and moved on quickly. "Don't let stubbornness come between you and Adrina."
Quinn hung his head. "Yeah...that'd be stupid, huh?"
"Pretty much."
"I just...Amaris takes so much away, and if she took Adrina too-"
"So don't let her, you lunkhead!" Flynn smiled and he lifted Quinn's chin so Quinn was looking into his kind, grey eyes. "Got it?"
"Yeah...fuck, I'm an idiot."
"No. You're just having a wigging. And, by the way, you're putting my clothes back in the closet when Errol is done with his nap." Flynn turned to grin at his cat. "Look, he made a nest."
"Mal...thanks..." Quinn reached out for Flynn's hand and Flynn gave him an easy smile which melted Quinn's heart.
"'Course. You're my Quinny. I'm hungry, are you hungry?" Flynn, without waiting for an answer, was already pulling Quinn towards the door so he could find some food. Quinn just chuckled, relieved, and let it happen.