Bracelets for the soul

Aberdeen glanced over their shoulder as Maicy began to tell them about an incident that occurred just the other night. Before she continued to the details, doubt and guilt already began manifesting in their stomach. This was quelled, however, when Maicy explained what had happened. The fighter shook their head and looked towards the ground. 

"For one second, could you just STOP!" They shouted before standing up and facing their partner, their face red. "Why do you keep talking down to yourself!? Why is helping somebody in trouble a stupid thing!? Who cares if you punched that person in the face, they deserved it!! They were harassing someone on the street, its a good thing you intervened!! I'd be angry if you'd seen that and HADN'T helped that person out! Ignoring the harassment makes you just as bad as the assailant! You're always talking shit about yourself for no reason, I don't get it!!" 

Aberdeen placed their hands behind their neck and leaned up against the wall. "Just, stop insulting yourself all the time. You're never gonna be happy that way. Subjecting yourself to that kind of negativity will...." Hypocrisy hit Aberdeen like a train as they shook their head and looked off to the side. "...Uh.. it will only hurt you in the long run..." They dug their fingers into the back of their neck. "If you... if you're always hating yourself and telling people how awful you are, they're all gonna leave.. or they're just gonna walk all over you and... take advantage of you..." Their head began fading into a light green. 

"H-Hey, no, don't say that!" He took a step forward, was worried it would seem threatening, and then instead backed up against the nearest wall and kept himself there, still hugging the shower curtain to his body. "I do care about what you think of me, Alraada. And I knew you were going to be upset but I..." he trailed off, staring blankly at the ground. But he what? He felt bad about what he did...? Did he?

"I didn't want this to happen." He whispered. That was the truth at least. "I just...what do you want me to do?? What do you want me to say? I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing anymore..."

Maicy look down and thought about what Aberdeen just said. Of all times she did had incounters she did had, which does include Alti and even Galystris, majority of them did took the satisfaction of her missery.

"You make a good point.." Maicy said, as she began wiping more of the tears off her eyes. "I guess I could do is try to do what you said and just take it and ignore it."

She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"And as for asking the scientists, well, I'm certain Tyreithillis will be okay with that... I'm not so sure about Elenara though" Maicy placed her hand on her chin and began to think. "Because I'm starting to suspect that she is starting to like seeing all of us get incredibly miserable as possible... But I guess I should just suspect in a later day, if she plans ANYTHING similar to today happens again."

Maicy looked towards Aberdeen.

"By the way, are you sure that.. you'd be fine with no therapy?" Maicy spoken a little nervously "Just be honest. I know that I was upset earlier but I promise that I won't judge!"

Maicy looked down before looking back up.

"Despite how hard on myself I was earlier upset you, you didn't judge me for how much I handled with my emotions. Which is something I really appreciate... a whole lot."

    A light touch on the hand brought Alti's gaze downward, the man slightly surprised at the discovery of the scientist's hand now clasped in his. Trembling with a small inkling of hope in every rustle, he covered both hands with his free one and slowly looked back up into his soulmate's eyes, confirming that the message behind the gesture had been understood on his end. He quickly nodded at his question, swallowing the lump in his throat to clear the way for his words, although the nervous stutter sadly still persisted. "O-Of course! I promise.... I-It'll never happen again." he insisted, his words guided by a sense of determination. He never wanted to see his soulmate this hurt ever again, and starting today he'd make sure of it. Alti looked back down at the linked hands resting on his lap and softly stroked his partner's as he let out a sigh to loosen up his tensed nerves. 


    But that moment of relief seemed to go by in an instant as the scientist went on speaking, his shoulders tensing and his heartbeat racing at his partner confessing for the second time this week that he truly liked him. For him. This is... new, he thought. While the phrase itself shouldn't have been much of a surprise to him, what felt foreign was the sentiment behind the phrase, as well as all the vulnerable feelings in him that accompanied it. He glanced back up at his soulmate in shock, the tears that had once threatened to pool on the corners of his eyes now spilling down his reddened cheeks at the heartfelt response. "R-really?" he stammered gently, his once-free hand now swiping at his face to wipe away the excess saline with a few sniffles here and there. Although smiling was difficult at the moment, he did his best to try and project his feelings into his words. "That must be why I'm so sorry, then." he murmured. "Truth is, I'm crazy about you too, Cyrus, and now you're sad and covered in tears.... because of me.." He winced at his own words, his grip tightening around the scientist's hand as he forced himself to accept his mistake. Hesitantly, he brought the hand closer to his face and gave it a light kiss before holding it to his quivering chest, the dried tears on his face replenishing themselves with new ones. "I..I didn't mean to hurt you like that. Honest...." 

Vale flinched back from her words, but nodded sharply at the mention of staying away from Amil and Nace. "I had planned on it, today had just..." He faltered. Best not to finish that thought. Everything would sound like an excuse to her ears at this point. He let himself stay quiet as she turned her gaze to him, the mixture of emotions coming through clear as day on her face even with all of the lights still out. At her slightly more prying question, he seemed at a loss for words. All of the things running through his mind would sound ridiculous to a bystander of the events that had occurred. But...he would try.

"I can't...control this." He started. That much was obvious, but saying it out loud always hurt his pride like hell. "My aura is so tied to me at this point, tied to my physical responses as well as my emotional ones, that it just...it acts out. Like with the beds on the plane. Or the shark tank at the zoo. Things I don't mean to happen just...do. Even if a fight isn't my end goal. I have medicine I'm supposed to take but I don't." His voice fell flat at the end of that sentence. "It makes me weak and I can't be weak. I don't want to be." He shifted awkwardly and sighed. "I guess I still feel like I'm apart of unorthodox wrestling, even though it's over now. You always had to be on your toes. There were people everywhere looking to cut you down. No rules in the ring, no rules out. It wasn't...a good life I guess." His voice got incredibly soft for a moment. "...But I think I miss it."

"I do want to improve!!" He shouted back automatically. "But I want to do it for you! And that's why it's not working!" He froze up when these words left his lips, the truth in them slapping him harder than anything he'd said so far. He wasn't even sure how to process them and they came from his own mind. Eye wandering sadly to the floor, he clenched the curtain harder in his palms, the fact that he couldn't feel the sensation doing nothing for his nerves. "I need to want to do this for myself." He whispered. "If I'm just doing it for you...I won't be able to keep it up if you're not--I mean--if you ever leave." His eyes went up to her face for a moment before falling again. "I care about you too. And I know I'm not the person you'd have chosen to end up with if things were different. And maybe you'll change your mind again later on. I don't...care about the things that I know I should. And you'll just keep getting hurt if I can't fix that. So I'll try..." He looked up and held her gaze for a moment. "I'll try for the both of us. To care more."

Aberdeen shook their head and looked off towards the wall. "There's no point in dwelling on the past. The sooner you can deal with the emotions and move on, the better. There's nothing about your past you can change, no matter how much you'd want to. Your only gonna make yourself feel worse by thinking about what you COULD have done rather than what you did."

Aberdeen dug their fingers into their arm. "Focusing on the past won't help anything. It'll just bring up... old feelings. Feelings that are better left forgotten. Therapy is a better place to confess all that to, I'm no expert on making people feel better. All I'm good for is listening, I can't help you fix your problems." They huffed.