Hurt/Comfort Meme

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Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...

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[bloodypast]

Listening, she had his full attention as always. Letting her look away, even though he did not blame her still, for Grimoire's death. "We did not have a chance...I have not had a chance, to go explore the Mansion once more." Bigger priorities, and Vincent had more than enough skeletons in his closet to not want to go digging lightly.

"You know that... While we were not close, I do know that my Father was a gentleman. In spirit and nature, and he believed in taking care of his companions." A heartbeat, two, trying to convey that while he still did not know how he had died, but she had nothing to blame herself for most likely. Only known that his father died in the course of his research.

"So, this Protomateria allows control over Omega, and Chaos? What is Omega."

[toomanymistakes]

"Of course," she nearly whispered. Though at the next words out of his mouth, she held up a hand in front of her face─quietly requesting for Vincent to stop that train of thought.

"One thing at a time," she asked. There were plenty of skeletons to remove from her own closet, and too much in her current state would likely not be the best recourse for their attempt to end this cycle and mend their relationship. Perhaps after all questions pertaining to her thesis were exhausted they could revisit the topic of his father.

He did not yet realize just how close to the mark he had come to what happened. Lowering her hand, she continued.

"In short: Omega is a WEAPON, but unlike those created to defend Gaia, acts as the ultimate last resort. His purpose is to gather all life─sentient and non─and lead it into the sea of stars."

[bloodypast]

One thing at a time indeed; normally he was more patient. Perhaps it was simply that things were not going so badly for once. They were talking, were in many ways of the same mind-set than they had been in ages. A breath in, and Vincent listened organized his thoughts once more.

"Then the point of Chaos?" Vincent could make some guesses himself given when she'd just said about Omega, but much of this was also still entirely new information. Nor was it as if they could easily access information about Gaia to check things...

Although he supposed if need be, they could check the records Palitutu had kept on them.

[toomanymistakes]

"Recall the passage I quoted earlier?" She asked, giving him a moment before continuing to break down the Cetran text. "'Soul wrought of terra corrupt. Quelling impurity cleansing the stream.' He is a semi-WEAPON born of a tainted lifestream that will purify it and 'to beckon forth an ultimate fate.' The reaper and executioner, when the time comes." It was a simple answer on paper, but the effects were damning testimony that held a dark undertone.

"Chaos was not meant to be born until the predetermined time, but in ShinRa's search for better weapons, my former colleagues disregarded the warnings left in my thesis." The wide-eyed idealism that had driven her to hypothesize and test the theories related to the discoveries they'd made... and of course while it cost Grimoire his life, ShinRa wanted to use it further. Sighing, she looked down. "I... would not have utilized it myself, were there another option."

And to her understanding, time magic was not so potent as to rewind the hands of history to that extent on Gaia as of yet. Yet she doesn't apologize again; though it is obvious in her expression.

[bloodypast]

Silence reigned once more, and as she was not looking at him, she could not see his eyes. As usual, the rest of Vincent's expression was stoic as he pondered all she said and did not say. Studying her own expression once more, turning things over in his mind.

The scrape of wood against wood heralded him getting to his feet. Coming over to her once more, and Vincent took her hands in his own. "Regardless, neither of us can change the past. Only look back and pray we'd done differently." Oh how well he understood, voice once more going quieter but still warm. "Regardless, I am alive. We must sort out Crystallis, before we can worry about Gaia."

Which meant that he would worry over Chaos later. For all that she'd spoken, all the implications and explanations, what mattered still--at least as far as Vincent was choosing to focus on, was that she had done her best to ensure he lived. Without her actions, he would not be here--whether that would have saved him pain or no who could say?

"Is there anything else you feel can not wait until you've rested more?" Because still, he was concerned over her health. Especially if time was running out for those heroes with a white crystal. All the more precious, even with all the potential hazards between them and need to move slowly.

[toomanymistakes]

Looking up at the sound of wood scraping against the floor, she is both a little surprised and glad when he takes her hands in his. While she nods once, in agreement for both counts, her smile is a bit weaker. In all honesty she looked as though she could drop at any moment again--like as not only holding onto consciousness to tell what she had to say.

"Only that once I have, I will go unseal my file." It had appeared on Palitutu's computer, albeit corrupted at a cursory glance. Yet there were no errors to be seen once she finally had cracked it. It was the least she could do for him.

[bloodypast]

A nod, and right hand moved up to brush hair out of the way. "Then eat now, and rest. Because nothing else is going to keep me from worry, until those two things are accomplished." Leaning in, a quick press of lips to her forehead before he headed back to his seat. Following his own example.

Once she'd gotten food, he'd recommend she nap on the couch. He would promise to wake her, and he would be walking her back to the Observatory. Even without the concern that sprang from renewed friendship and more, he'd have done these things.

[toomanymistakes]

"Of course." Sometimes she wondered if "worry" was his middle name, but chose not to voice it. Instead she relented, picking up her spoon to finish the stew with a word of gratitude. She'd take that recommendation, asleep the moment her head barely touched the armrest.

...He would need plenty of luck to keep that promise of waking her, considering this was the first time she'd felt completely safe since the day of the lab accident.

[bloodypast]

It had been easy enough, especially with Ophelia helping, to set Lucrecia up to rest on the couch. Warm blanket, comfy pillow, and Ophelia moved downstairs to read and keep an eye on things. Mooshoo had left earlier, and while time-pieces weren't common in Crystallis, they had ways of trying to keep track of its passing.

At least 3 hours, enough for a good rest, before Ophelia zipped up to tap Vincent and let him know they should wake her up. Coming back downstairs, her red scarf blending into his mantle as she came back down balanced on her usual perch of his own shoulder. Kneeling, and gently moving to shake Lucrecia, voice low and repeating her name.

On the one hand, he really didn't want to disturb the first peaceful sleep he'd witnessed her having. On the other, waking to an argument between himself and Yuffie wouldn't help either. So at least an attempt to wake her, would be made.

[toomanymistakes]

With how much of a light sleeper she had become in the crystal caves, it was lucky that the blanket being placed over her hadn't caused her to stir from her slumber. Lucrecia seemed to scrunch her eyebrows every other time a page was turned as Ophelia read, but her breathing pattern didn't seem to change much during those three hours. It was a much-needed dreamless sleep and no matter how short, she'd be glad to have had it sooner or later.

At the hand on her shoulder however she nearly jumped awake, blearily attempting to access the situation. Red capes, black hair, white fur...? Ah- right. So what happened wasn't just a dream?

Lucrecia brought a hand to her forehead, groaning. "How long...?"

[bloodypast]

"3 hours kupo!" Ophelia replied, trying to tone down some of her cheeriness. "Do you feel better?" Because that was the most important part, and she knew Vincent'd be worrying about that more than anything.

"Ophelia..." Vincent prompted, causing the moogle to look at him, then pout slightly before leaving her perch. He didn't sound upset, nor was he--it was more he was asking without being obvious, for a moment alone. The moogle at least had learned to read Vincent's moods enough to know that. "I'll get some water kupo..."

For his part, Vincent remained kneeling, and turned his attention back to the exhausted scientist. "I would let you rest more, but you'd risk waking up to an argument."