lostrealm | (no subject)

Characters: Signless, Disciple, Dolorosa, Helmsman and Psii [CLOSED]
Date: Any time from Dolorosa's arrival to the present
Format: Whichever!
Content Warnings: None for now
Summary: Life in the holy bros hive

It's not the easiest of arrangements, each of them having different rooms to stay in scattered about, but they've made it work somehow. Helmsman tucked in comfortably in a bed and Di and Signless bedding down on the floor next to him along with frequent visits to Psii to make sure that he's okay. And then Dolorosa arrived and took charge of mothercluckbeasting all of them, and with the amount of time they all spend trying to be close to each other...well. They're going to need to step up their efforts at getting their own place.

But in the meantime they're together, and that makes just about anything bearable.

((ooc: go ahead and post individual threads, just mark the where and when and whether they're open to the whole family or meant for someone in particular!))

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It's obvious that he's trying very hard to force his breathing even and steady, to keep from breaking down into tears like a wiggler clinging to his lusus. Even though that's exactly what he feels like. The great hero who was going to change the world, and all he wants right now is his mother.

"I thought I'd lost you." He had lost her. They'd taken everything and everyone he'd ever loved from him, hurt them in ways he couldn't imagine, and it was all his fault.

Careful, she begins to guide him to the nearest place to sit. Her fingers continue to go through his hair as if he were a little boy again and she had to work out the knots. One day he was just a grub with no lusus waiting in a crater and then she woke one day and he was so old. Her little ball of energy and curiosity suddenly wanting so much, his head full of ideas.

Her lips press to one of his horns. "Now we've found one another again."

He settles down next to her, not ready to let go of her yet. As much as they bicker at times, he still needs her. If it wasn't for her he would have never had a chance. She gave him happiness and he lead her into ruin. For someone who's been blessed with an over abundance of words, he doesn't have any idea where to begin now.

His eyes close tight for a moment as he tries to fight the burn of tears, fingers worrying at the edge of her veil. Some things never change.

There's a part of her that is worried as well. That wants to ask what happened, how they got a hold of him, she had been in the middle of fighting so hard to prevent that. To protect him. Them. Every little lost troll who had come to him to find a cause and to try and be free....

But a part of her is afraid. Dolorosa thinks that if she hears the entire story, it might be so much harder for her keep a strong facade for the three of them.

While he tries to gain control of himself, Dolorosa just continues to hold him and give him all the time in the world.