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bakerstreet2014-01-20 05:45 pm
memetime) wrote in bakerstreet2014-01-20 05:45 pm
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Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.
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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene,
1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
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12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
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15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
Peter Pevensie ♔ Narnia
14 post PC? (warning that I'm voicetesting aaa)
Lucy lay awake in bed, watching the shadows playing slowly across the ceiling, straining to hear the faintest bits of sound from elsewhere--anywhere. She could hear the low thum of things mechanical, technical, driven by fuel and cogs and electricity off in the distance. She could hear the low creaking of buildings at night, half-imagining it was the ache of the wood wishing it were still a tree.
She can't hear her siblings breathing. It had been the most wonderful thing, being able to lie in the woods and see the stars and hear her siblings breathing.
It wasn't the only reason they felt so far apart, of course. There was something which hadn't been quite right since Aslan's proclamation about her oldest brother and sister. Something so strange in Susan's eyes; so resigned in Peter's shoulders. It was almost as if she couldn't hear them breathing even when they all sat together in silence.
Sleep wasn't coming. She felt herself still young enough to throw off the covers and lift carefully to her feet, to steal across the dark cold floors in the quiet. She hoped herself still young enough not to be sent away as she made her way to tap carefully at her eldest brother's door.
"Peter?"
yes! (no worries, me still too, lolol <3)
Then had come Caspian, pulling them back for a second go'round, and Peter had never felt more at home than when he'd stepped out of that cave onto those white shores, felt the blessedly familiar sun on his cheek and took a deep breath of the familiar salt air.
Narnia. The only place I'll ever feel truly at home.
Which wasn't entirely true, of course. He still had his family, his brothers and sisters, and even Mum; they were closer than ever now, it seemed, but still Peter felt--detached. Even though he had accepted without qualm Aslan's proclamation and everything made sense in his head, his heart still yearned to walk those woodlands again, feel the familiar weight of Rhindon at his hip, and dance across the endless fields with unbridled joy and the best of company.
His head told him to set things in their place, to close the doors to that magical home forever and get about with growing up--he wasn't a King anymore, he was a young man with responsibilities, a future, everything that was right and proper running between his head, but the words didn't quite sit well just yet. Needless to say, this internal warring--which he did well to conceal from his siblings and his mother, adopting a smooth veneer of good cheer and grace--kept him awake most nights.
Which was why he heard the quiet step and hesitant tapping on his bedroom door, curiosity piquing as he opened it to see Lucy, looking a bit forlorn. "Lu?" Concern instantly writ across Peter's face. "Hey, what's wrong?"
/high-fives of making it work?
It made her hesitate, for a second. The worry on her brother's face was, for the moment, put there by her, after all. She didn't want to add to the weight.
But she also wanted her brother.
"Nothing's wrong." It felt important to start there, fingers plucking quietly at her own sleeve. "I... couldn't sleep."
And as a younger child, she would have been allowed to ride out nightmares in her siblings' beds. Was she allowed still?
absolutely.
Padding back to his bed--the covers barely stirred because he'd been sitting in the chair near the window, staring out into the night--the eldest Pevensie plopped down, plumped up the pillows and silently invited his little sister to curl in beside him.
He never minded being the comforter, unless they were all together. Then he had to be the leader, the rock, the steadfast anchor in all things. But this, just one with one, then it was allowed for him to be just a big brother.
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But it wasn't just the fate of being an eldest, she liked to think, particularly now while padding over to scramble into his bed. Peter didn't just look after his siblings because he was supposed to.
He loved them. Curling up here now, allowed this same safe spot under his chin, she's absolutely confident that he cares this way because he loves them. "Thank you."
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Rubbing Lucy's arms to warm them, Peter leaned his cheek on the top of her head, inhaling the familiar fragrance of their soap, formerly such a warm reminder of home, of family. It still was in some parts, but somehow, along the way it'd somehow lost its magic.
As had they.
But right now, it wasn't something upon which he wanted to dwell. Peter had other priorities.
Hugging his little sister close, Peter smiled down at her. "Better?"
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Impossible not to hear him breathing here.
Her eyes did manage to drift shut, although sleep didn't feel that much closer. "A little," she murmured, shifting her own arms more snugly around her own stomach. "Tonight, at least."
A desire not to add to his burden didn't keep her from always erring toward the truth.
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Peter often envied her that.
Aslan had told him that the time had come to lay aside that starry-eyed wonder and look towards the future. Peter had been, well, devastated. But eventually resignation had overcome, although acceptance was still a world away. Literally.
"Bad dreams?" They all still had them every now and then, although Peter tried his best to keep his from notice.
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But tonight wasn't a night of even beginning to think about that. Tonight was much more a falling back into old tracks, looking for reassurance that her older siblings losing Narnia in a practical sense didn't mean she had to lose them as well.
"Not tonight. Just... worried thoughts, mm?"
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"Let's think about good things, all right? Liiiike, tea in the morning, a warm fire in the fireplace, playing in the snow, those sorts of things, yeah?"
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But Lucy was none of her siblings. Lucy absolutely squirmed back just a hair to look up at her brother with a warm, pleased smile on her lips.
"Like not having to get out of bed when it's cold?"
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"Fireworks during the summertime. Kite-flying in the park." He tickled Lucy's ribs a bit. "What are some others, Lu?"
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And the thought was interrupted by the surprised spark of a laugh. Also interrupted by the need to squirm, to swat at her brother's hand and absolutely fall back into the sunny sort of smile she had always been known for.
"When the-- leaves have all turned but not started falling. And-- finding perfectly smooth stones on the shore."
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"Remember that large shell you and Ed found? The one we had to dig out of the sand?"
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Because it was so much harder to tell, with Peter and Susan. So much less clear if the land they all once shared--and which two of them would never return to--was a source of joy or a source of pain. Whether the fond recollection which buoyed up Lucy in the best and worst of times actually hurt her siblings more than it helped her along.