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Living in the Pits: Abandonment

TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS SUICIDAL IDEATIONS.

Summary: Shuggy, a human bound to a dragon by indentured servitude, is starting to ponder the meaning of it all. Why he feels so alone. Contains dark themes but no character harm or death.

This was supposed to be longer but I got lazy…comment (or reblog w comments) if you’d like to see more!! Or just comment/reblog in general it would mean a lot sjdjds-.

Also, if you or someone you know is struggling with suicidal ideation, please reach out. https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ Don’t let yourself, or someone you love, suffer in silence.

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It would be…so easy, Shuggy thought. To just…fall. That would be it. A part of him wanted to, as he shifted atop the ceiling’s edge. His feet dangled into the windy nothing, tousled by the breeze. Stories below, the hustle and bustle of Aqueleyia remained unbothered. No one in the city cared. Why should they?

He didn’t realize the tears streaming down his face at first. When he did, Shuggy reached up, brushing at the streaks with a sigh. That's it, isn’t it? Nobody cares. A bitter laugh bubbled from his chest. No one cares if I live or don’t, as long as the little human is out of the way.

There were other human in The Pot, sure. Hell, Shuggy had made friends among some of them. But even they had family inside the walls. They were lucky. They hadn’t been abandoned. His shoulders sank, easing him all the closer to the ledge.

What’s the point? The hopeless phrase echoed in his mind. He moved closer. Everyone leaves if you don’t prove yourself. And I haven’t proved anything to anyone. All I’ve done is fuck up. Closer. Maybe they’d be better off…I would be better off- teetering on the edge, Shuggy could only stare ahead. A wave of nothing crashed into him, an emptiness like the open air. Quiet. Still. It would be so easy…

“NO!”

A roar at the young man’s back made Shuggy stiffen. That was the last straw for his weight. He fell. For a moment, the air enclosed around him. Something shot out from behind, and Shuggy crashed into a warm obstacle. There was no time to process. He was yanked upwards and back, away from the ledge, and held against a familiar-smelling fabric.

“Gods above, kid-“ Nadir’s chest heaved against Shuggy, the giant’s heart ramming against him in a frantic drum. The warm surface beneath him-hands. Nadir’s hands. “You…scared the hell out of me…”

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Nadir clutched the little human close, struggling to catch his breath. Gods, if I hadn’t caught him sooner, he’d- Nadir’s mind jumped to the sidewalk. Concrete. A single snap- He shook his head, pressing Shuggy to his chest. The kid was safe…

Sighing, Nadir looked at his hands. His eyes flickered over Shuggy’s slouched form…no bruises, good. He was okay… Through the mop of black hair, though, Nadir noticed tear blotches. Crying? In the few months he’d known Shuggy, the human hardly cried…if ever. Maybe once, when he first broke the vases. That had been so long ago…long enough for Shuggy’s indentured work time to resolve. Shouldn’t he be happier than this? He’s almost done working…

With a shake of his head, Nadir stepped away from the ledge.

“Okay….let’s get you home. We can…we’ll talk there.” Slowly, he cupped his free hand atop Shuggy, forming a cocoon around the kid. He walked towards the stairwell door in silence, at a loss. What..what am I supposed to say? I can’t-if I hadn’t been here, he could have….was that the point?

Nadir stopped walking. He stared at the door to the stairwell. No…not Shuggy. He’s got friends, several, and he… Shaking his head, Nadir pushed the door to the stairwell open. Maybe it was better to let Shuggy answer.

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