I can't do anything right for :Mc x Galeon x Hollond please
//yall really are feeling some poly angst, huh? (same lol) <3 did this end up being more vague than expected? yes. is greta in this too? of course.
You’ve done it again. This is the third time this week that you’ve botched a side job, forcing your friends to cover for you and get hurt in the process. While they don’t blame you, you can’t help the bitter feelings that arose from your failures. It was supposed to be a simple task of delivering a package for Bo, but alas, you weren’t prepared for the darkness that began to creep down the roads. You weren’t ready for the needle thin creatures with the prying hands that slunk from the undergrowth and not only claimed your package but almost claimed Greta’s life. Luckily, Galeon tagged along this time and where ever Galeon goes, Hollond follows.
While Greta doesn’t blame you for what happened, you can’t help but feel responsible. You should have been better prepared. You should have been watching out for your friends... In your guilty state, you slunk off the moment you arrived at the nearest village, hiding behind a stack of boxes and barrels, sinking into the night and hoping no one finds you. Your friends hadn’t noticed, Galeon and Hollond taking turns trying to barter for rooms at the local in while Greta bounced on her toes behind them, bandages bloodied but dry. You hope they managed to get rooms -- you wonder if they got you one too despite your absence?
You sigh and cover your face with your hands, blocking out your surroundings. You don’t remove them until something settles at your side and the sound of heavy feet crunching gravel fills the silent night air. They found you. You have no doubts that Hollond scoured the town on quiet feet, looking for you once the trio realized you were no longer at their sides. The feet stop in front of you and Galeon sits with a groan, “I’m getting too old for sitting on the ground, MC.” He jokes earning a loud scoff from his lover. “So, what’s on your mind? You wondered off, got us all worried.”
You shrug your shoulders limply, fixing your attention elsewhere as your hands fall away to tug at the bottom of your shirt. “Just thinkin’...”
“Thinking, eh? Thinking you should wander off? Give us a scare?” Hollond chirps sharply from beside you. They flash you their flat teeth when you shoot them a glare. You hadn’t meant to worry them -- or, well, you had hoped they wouldn’t worry.
Galeon, ever the sage, hums, “Is this about earlier? About what happened on the road?” You don’t answer for a time, the silence growing heavy and tense as the duo shift closer, enclosing you against the boxes and barrels as if to protect you. You don’t deserve it though...
“I can’t do anything right...” You finally admit, fighting back against the tightening of your throat. You can feel tears begin to well up and, in an attempt to keep them from spilling over, push your palms hard against your eyes. “It was such an easy task and I should have been paying more attention! I shouldn’t have hesitated... I shouldn’t have gotten scared.”
“Yes, you should have. You should have been scared, because that was a scary situation no matter how ‘easy’ the task was meant to be.” Hollond shifts to lean against your shoulder, one long, thin arm coming up to cup your cheek. “Greta’s fine and we’ll look for the package tomorrow. Don’t worry about it, alright?” Easier said than done...
Galeon also shifts closer, two of his brawny arms coming up to cage you and his lover against his wide chest. “Yeah! We’ll look for it tomorrow and if we can’t find it, Bo won’t mind! He’ll understand!” The large male assures, “Nothing that happened was your fault.” You dig your palms deeper into your eyes as tears finally spill over despite your attempts to stop them. You fall forward into Galeon’s chest, wrapped in his and Hollond’s arms. You still feel guilty but... maybe things aren’t as bad as you think? Maybe tomorrow things will be better?
The two let you take your time, sobbing out your feelings and drying your tears on Galeon’s oversized shirt before walking you back to the inn. They offer their hands to you, warm an inviting, and, with them at your side, return to Greta who instantly floods you with worried babble. Yeah... Things will be better tomorrow and if now? At least your friends are there to help you.
