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Summary: Ryland Grace gives a gift to Simon. He doesnโt know what to do when Simon thanks him with a hug.
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst (just a little), Ryland Grace gets a hug, Simon is trying his best
Warnings: Mentions of drugging. No beta and no โragretsโ.
Credits: dividers by @uzmacchiato
AN: Fun fact, the capsule stain in the photo at the beginning of the fic was prepared by me in the microbiology lab! I am secretly a STEM student when I am not on this website. So I was inspired to write this fic instead of doing work hehe. I hope you enjoy it!
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Simon was soft. Ridiculously soft, and warm from his long dark hair to Graceโs borrowed cardigan that had now become his own. It was all Rylandโs brain could come up with as he processed their new position.
Simon was hugging him. His one arm wrapped firmly around him and his hand gripping Graceโs opposite shoulder. Wrapping him up entirely.
โThank you,โ Simon murmured. The vibration of his voice in his chest hummed pleasantly against his own. Grace tried to say something, anything really, in response but failed. The noise dying somewhere in his throat.
It wasnโt the first time they had touched or even the first time they had hugged. Grace had always been an affectionate person. A fact that was not helped by his extended isolation. That hadnโt changed when he met the man in front of him, floating through space and covered in blood. It was never something that Simon had initiated though. Beyond the occasional nudge, Grace had always been the one to reach out first. Until now.
Finally, Ryland lifted his arms. He circled them around Simonโs waist. Slowly as if not to spook him, but he wasnโt going anywhere. Something invisible had shifted and cracked open between them. Simon tugged him closer as best as he could.
It was just a stupid capsule stain. A bunch of microbes on a glass slide that he had suspended in ink and preserved so it wouldnโt degrade over time. A small, silly gift that Ryland had been able to cobble together while floating through space towards Erid. A way to celebrate. They finally had their hands on Taumoeba-82.5. After multiple near death experiences and not nearly enough sleep. It was done. Rocky had insisted on celebrating, not that Grace or Simon had argued. They had broken out the vodka all too happily. Ryland also decided to try and find them both gifts. Nothing major. A simple thank you for each of them.
Rockyโs gift was rather easy solve. He had known the Eridian longer and he knew that he wanted to give him something as a reminder of Earth. Simon on the other handโฆ
Grace knew how much the man loved the stars. He spent hours on the viewing deck staring out into the glittering dark. Ryland found him sleeping there occasionally. Too consumed by the sight to tear himself away from the window and go to bed. They comforted him. Grace had learned to cover him with a blanket and let him be. Comforts were few and far between for the both of them.
Simon loved the stars and while Ryland couldnโt exactly give him one as a gift he figured he could try the next best thing. Beneath the microscope the capsule stain looked like a night sky. Countless glowing flecks suspended in the inky dark. A tiny cluster of stars that could be preserved on a piece of glass.
He had given it to Simon casually, hoping for one of his small smilesโ and now he was here. Pressed up against the manโs broad chest. Being held.
His throat ached and Grace swallowed uselessly. He was going to cry. Violently it registered to him that the last time anyone had touched him intentionally was to pin him down in the grass and drug him. The memory was fresh. It had only resurfaced recently and it had threatened to wreck him. Grace had wrestled with it as best as he could, but more than one world was at stake.
There was no time for him to dwell on it. The fact that he wasnโt the brave and willing sacrifice he had believed he was. That Stratt had betrayed him and trussed him up like a lamb for slaughter. That Stratt did the right thing. That he would have made the same decision if he were in her positionโ even if he would have gone about it entirely differently. He tried so hard to hate her. It was easy to be angry with her. Furious didnโt even begin to cover it. She was ruthless and cruel. But, despite his best efforts, Grace couldnโt hate her. He simply felt hurt. Deeply, annoyingly and terribly hurt.
The sob fought its way out of him suddenly. Simon froze like a deer in headlights. โShit. Did I do something wrong? I should have askedโฆโ
Grace shook his head immediately. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Simon off. He heaved a breath and gave a shaky response, โNo. No, you didnโt. Itโs justโฆโ Another laboured breath, โItโs been a while.โ
Simon relaxed at the confirmation that he hadnโt just made some grievous error. His hand moved and for a split second Grace thought he was going to pull away but he didnโt. Simon smoothed a palm over his back. Rubbing small clumsy circles between his shoulder blades. The way Grace had done for him on occasion. โI get that,โ he said.
Of course he did. It only made Grace cry harder. From the other side of the Hail Mary Grace heard Rocky begin to clatter towards him. โWhy Grace leaking? Question.โ He wanted to answer him but he couldnโt. The floor shook and Rocky rumbled into view. โGrace leaking. Bad. Bad. Bad.โ Rocky bumped Graceโs shin. โGrace Simon Rocky stop astrophage. Save Earth. Save Erid. Statement. Celebration. No sad.โ Rocky leaned into their legs. His way of joining the hug, Ryland supposed. He made a non-specific, musical noise of comfort.
โIโm okay, buddy. I just need a minute,โ he exhaled shakily. Grace rested a hand on Rockyโs xenonite ball. There was a thunk as the Eridian lifted his carapace up to his palm. Simon had warmed up fairly quickly to the Eridianโ once he had gotten over his initial shock of being spoken to, by what had seemed to be, a sentient rock. Now he huffed a laugh at Rockyโs enthusiasm.
โIโm sorry Iโm crying all over your shirt.โ Grace ran a hand across his face. Between his sobbing and his nose running from his sudden tears, it was the understatement of the year.
โBelieve me, Iโve had a lot worse on my shirt than this,โ Simon said with a lopsided smile.
Ryland laughed thickly, โThatโs true.โ His clothes had been so saturated with blood when he had first met him that Ryland hadnโt even attempted to wash them. Grace had chucked them into the airlock and ejected them into space to be dealt with by the void. No amount of laundry detergent in existence could have fixed them.
Simon tugged Grace closer by his nape. Tucking his face into the crook of his neck. It was very clearly an unpracticed movement but it was nice. โIโve got you, Ryland,โ he said, โWe did it.โ
โYes. Yes we did,โ Grace breathed. Relief settled somewhere deep within him.
For the first time in a very long time Ryland Grace was at peace.
Ancient Arlarthan AU maybe? idk just wanted to draw them being godlike ehhe.
I sketched it up in one take so the composition is a bit off imo but eehhhh fuck it its lucky that it got finished unlike the pile of wip sitting rotting there.
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Deeply understanding Love and Deepspace lore is a trap. The deeper you go the more horrifyingly tragic it gets.
I knew there would be angst but? Like I came here for a good time but now Iโm sobbing over an otome game. Why does every character have the most gut-wrenching, soul-shattering lore? Even MC isnโt safe.
Iโm a mess, Iโm unwell. How am I supposed to live like this? Iโm going to go and cry in a corner again.
