Comfort
A/N: D&D brainrot is so strong and Tuv’s just trying to vibe, but will I let him? No. So, hurt/comfort even though I feel like my writing is garbage rn.
Tuvre glanced up from the book he was reading as he heard someone knock on his door. He placed a bookmark into the book, snapping it shut as he said, “Come in,”
Salin poked his head in, fully opening the door to let himself and Basashi into the room. Tuvre looked at his brothers, watching them glance at each other before sitting on either side of Tuvre.
“Mom told us what happened,” Salin started, blue eyes looking into Tuvre’s amber ones. “You gotta start taking better care of yourself, Re,”
Tuvre blinked once, then again but much slower this time. “Ah, so this is an intervention,”
“No, we just wanted to check on you,” Basashi answered. “. . .do you need an intervention?”
“Uh, no, it was a joke,” Tuvre said, fiddling with the book in his hands. “What’d mom say?”
“You almost died,” Salin said, putting an arm around Tuvre’s shoulders. “And you went straight to bed. . .what happened in the pyramid?” the older dragonborn asked.
Tuvre shifted, putting the book down in front of him. “Well, for starters, I didn’t know how I got in the pyramid in the first place. Then, I walked into a room I thought was clear, only to have it be full of shadows. . .and if Kos hadn’t sent me home in time, then I would’ve died,” he shrugs. “I didn’t want to die in front of Nina, but I could have, and–” he paused as a shiver ran through him.
He could have died. . .this was a fact and if it wasn’t for Kos then he might be dead. He made a noise in the back of his throat, much like a whine. He hadn’t realized he was crying until Basashi got up to bring him a roll of tissue out of the bathroom.
Tuvre shuddered, wiping his face and accepting the roll of tissue. He sniffled, blowing into the wad of tissue as Salin squeezed him briefly. He hugged his brother back, feeling his chest tighten with unspoken worry.
“If you ever want to talk, we’re right here, okay?”
Tuvre only nodded, letting Salin go as the older dragonborn stood. Tuvre picked up his book, flipping it back open as he sniffled.
“Okay, thanks, Salin,” Tuvre mumbled, glancing at Basashi as he patted Tuvre’s shoulder. “Thanks for coming to check on me,”
Salin hummed in reply, moving to leave the room with Basashi. Tuvre waited until the door was closed again to head to the bathroom and put the tissue back. He returned to his bed, picking up where he left off in the book. . .at least he knew he had his brothers to depend on.