Value me, quiet me & comfort me
Value Me:Â Iâll write a drabble about my charactertelling yours how they feel about them.
The sudden confessionfrom Elidyr felt as if someone had thrown a bucket full of ice water over him.Not that he was disgusted with that idea, no he rather the opposite. It wasjust simply something he never expected. After all, who would ever like him? Itwas already rare to have friends, but anything more? Which was exactly what hadhim confused right now. An inner tumult, or storm even, was going on. Â He was so glad, happy, relieved that he couldcall Elidyr his friend, that any emotion beyond that seemed surreal. âYou,what?â was his first reaction. He was confused, the whole confession wasmessing him up. It gave options, possibilities he had never thought possible. âI-Idonât know what to say! I donât even know what to feel right now,â he said,panic almost taking over. It was love they were talking about. Love. That wassupposed to be something he understood, that he knew, that he could work with.Yet it now seemed as if there was nothing. âBut-but youâre my friend,â he said,as if that was the explanation for everything. But even he knew that the wordfriend wasnât completely covering how he really felt. âYou-you canât just dropthis on me! No one loves me, no one even likes me. How can you? Wi-ith allthose great people around,â he said. Confusion, panic, sadness, disbelievetaking the overhand. âYou shouldnât lie to me like that. Not when you mean somuch to me,â he eventually said before turning around and running off, notbeing able to handle it anymore.
 Quiet Me: Iâll write a drabble about my charactertrying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free tospecify.]
It was several hourslater that Jackson was sitting somewhere on the roof and replying every littledetail again in his mind. As if it was a little movie replying over and overagain. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. Though a part of himwas also blooming with hope. It was weird, all the thoughts. He didnât want, ormaybe dared, to believe that the confession was real. No one loved him, let alonesomeone like Elidyr who he held in such high regard. But on the other hand hecouldnât imagine the male actually lying to him like that. It was as if his owninner compass just completely broke down and failed him. But no matter howhorrible his inner tumult was, he shouldnât have replied like that. The otherbasically confessed to him, and he just yelled in his face that it was a lie.Basically only said that Elidyr was a friend to him. It made him feel reallybad about himself, his behaviour, everything. He had seen it so many times andgotten angry as a cupid on the job. Yet here he was, being horrible himself. Sodragging himself out of his self-destructing thoughts, and went to do somethinginstead. He needed a plan, something so he could make it better. But first, heshould probably apologise, calm the other down, hoping he wouldnât do anythingstupid. He got out his phone and send a few texts to the male. That he wassorry, that he needed some time to think about it, that he would always carefor him, and that he would get back to him about it. It wasnât nearly enough,but he hoped it was enough to calm him down.
 Comfort Me: Iâll write a drabble about my charactercomforting yours- vise versa.
Jackson took in a deepbreath, a really deep breath in order to calm down his nerves. He was standingin front of Elidyrâs home, holding something in his arms. A token of piece,while he prayed the other male would even want to talk to him. He hadnâtexactly heard back from him, which Elidyr had every right not to. Jackson hurthis feelings, probably rather badly. He was angry at himself and he wanted to tryeverything to make it a bit better. Eventually he raised his hands and knocked,feeling a little weight dropping from his shoulders as he was at least let in. âF-firstof all Iâm really, really sorry for the way I reacted. I shouldâve neverreacted like that. You did nothing wrong and I acted like a nightmare. So Iâmsorry, I really am. And I got this for you,â he said, handing the thing he hadin his arms. It was a photobook, the one where there was space for fourpictures to be placed on each page. A place for a picture of every animal he rescued,a reminder of how big Elidyrâs heart was. Something he probably didnât deserve.âI-I also want to ask you to-to give me some time to process it. No one everloved me and I just donât know what to do with it.. L-like I said I canât feelthat, I donât understand how I canât feel it, how I canât know. It is allconfusing and with all the emotions radiating from everywhere it is so difficultto know what I feel myself. Please believe me that I care about you, a lot. Youmean a lot to me, and you did absolutely nothing wrong, so donât ever get madat yourself,â he all said it in one go, too afraid to stop, hesitate and getscared. âI want to hang out with you, I want to figure this out. Only if youwant that too of course,â
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