Love + Trauma = Drama PV Nico Shymane Closed

@Quinn Healy

A black headband pulled all her red hair from out of her face. The weather was pretty durable. Cloudy yet pleasantly warm. Here she was, together with her, what seemed 10 feet tall, boyfriend. A few days ago the dhampir had wondered if she could ask Quinn on a date again. A fun one with food and just the two of them. In the movies, couples usually had these lunches near waters and in green grass. So why not have theirs near a lake aswell?

In her thin hands, she held the handle of a picnicbasket, letting it lean on her lap. 'Okey. I brought alot of different snacks. Mostly ones I love like ehm... Some fresh brownies, cookies, cupcakes, some... juice. Orange juice. Freshly pressed. The... house-elf who I asked to help me out was in a rather good mood. S-So... I'm sure there's something in here that you'll like. Hopefully. Hah..' She smiled softly as her small hands digged in the sweet delights. Putting the basket beside her, she heard him mutter something. Her eyes looked up at him as she pulled out a big bottle of fresh orange juice. 'Did... did you say something? You know I can't hear you so well since... you're all the way up there..' She smirked slightly at him before chuckling at her own joke. Hopefully he'd appreciate it and knew she didn't mean to hurt him. Or pester him. She did it only a little. He bullied her alot. Some payback wouldn't kill him.

Gently holding the bottles neck with her paperthin fingers, she noticed that... something about Quinn was different than usual. He was bashful still, about her. His cheeks were beatred and he was watching her intently again. But was he... feeling nervous? Was it because of something she did? 'A-Are you okey? You seem... kind of tense. Did I bring the wrong things?' Almost dropping the bottle, she shot up, standing on her knees. 'A-Are you allergic to anything? You need to tell me these things..' A worried frown rest upon her face as she looked up at the ginger giant. 'I could run back and ask for something else.'

@Nico Shymane

'Great job Queenie! 5 minutes in and you're already screwing up. Why not just tell her the truth? Sure I mean it might make her feel terrible, but won't it feel great? Come on Queenie I know you want too~'

The high-pitched and upbeat voices tone was very smooth, his words like sweet nectar to one's ears. Quinn ignored these words and the voice they came from. He shook his head returning his attention back to Nico, "N-Nae. Nothing, its nothing Nico. The food is good, you're good, everything is good!" He quickly said raising his voice higher than he ever meant to.

'Real smooth Queenie. I'll give that an C+ for poor effort!'

The voice spoke in a lighthearted, but sickly sweet manner. Quinn hated that voice, and the way he spoke to him in such a condescending manner. "A-Ahm sorry Nico...didn't mean to raise me voice like that. Ahm fine honest." He sheepishly grinned, but it was strained and a bit too big even for him. "L-Lets um dig in? We can uh...relax and eat. It's such a nice day out afterall." He quickly let his eyes glance over to the water. His smile faded and his eyes grew cloudy for a brief moment.

'Queeeeeeniiiie, pay attention or I'll have to come out and teach you how to properly treat a young lady.'

Quinn suddenly snapped out of it, his eyes flaring up with anger before he realized where he was once again. He clenched and unclenched his fists taking in deep breathes as he tried to ignore the voice once again. This time he focused back on Nico and tried to put up his usual smile scooting closer to the young Dhampir. "L-Like I said Gragh, ahm fine. Honestly, just a few things on my mind." He chuckled and smiled. "Now stop being such a worrywart and let's enjoy our time." He tried to reassure.

'Oh nice recovery! Like she totally isn't going to question your behavior. Can't blame her though, you do have the subtlety of a moose in r-'

"Finish that feckin statement Harlin and ah'll show ye the depth of me very colorful dictionary of insults, ye insufferable flamboyant prick." Quinn growled out below his breath, anger clear in his eyes. He hated being insulted, but worst he absolutely abhorred getting insulted by Harlin of all fucking individuals. He was much tenser now and Nico would be able to clearly tell something was wrong.

Standing on her legs, she could meet Quinn eye to eye, easier. Maybe the answer was up there, in his face and emerald eyes. Yet, what she found there wasn't what she expected...

He raised her voice at her. Not alot. But it was hard to ignore. Still holding onto the bottle, she stood a lil more steady on her legs, cautiously pressing the bottle against her chest, her fingers wrapped around its neck. Quinn... was acting weird. She knew it. What happened? What... was happening? Her iceblue eyes didn't let go of his freckled slightly tanned face. Trying to read his emotions. It wasn't clear. It was... troubled. Fear? Was he scared maybe?
He tried to wave the strange behaviour away by focusing on the reason they came here in the first place. To have a little romantic picnic together. His eyes glanced at the lake, the water... It made his smile which wasn't his usual smile, fade like snow before the sun.

'Q-Quinn... What's wr-' He again reassured her he was fine. That she needn't to worry about. Dear Quinn. How could she not? It was written all over him. She knew when her gingerbread giant was relaxed and at peace. This wasn't his usual self. He scooted closer to her, smiling. Yet all she could do was set a small step back, as her hand hesitantly reached for his face.

Before she could caress his soft cheek he seemingly snapped. By something. Spooked, Nico pulled her hand back and flopped down on the grass, a little further away from the gingerhead, the bottle of orange juice rolling out of her hands. Quickly pushing her upperbody from the ground, resting on her hands behind her, the dhampir had another look at her beloveds face. It was stern and frowney. It reminded her of a predator. Or was it herself that she recognised in those angered features of his.

The suddeness of his inner demons made her cry softly. She didn't sob, but the tears were clearly streaming down her face. His lashing out, had scared her and she wasn't sure what to do. 'Q-Quinn, what's... going on? W-Who's Harlin? I-...' She sat down on her knees, pulling her upperbody to the front, resting her soft hands in the damp grass. 'I-Is Harlin some sort of... swear word in Irish? Did I do something wrong? Why...Why are you mad?...' Right there and then, Nico realised that this 'attack' of his, had made her distance herself from him. She didn't want that. She loved him. No one else but him. She had to ovecome this. The dhampir carefully scooted a little closer, rubbing her eyes as the tears helplessly continued to roll down. 'I-I'm confused... Do you not want to be here? With.. me?'

Her iceblue eyes searched for his once kind emerald hues and desperately hoped her Quinn would still be in there.

@Quinn Healy

"O-Oh gods...nae nae N-Nico..." His eyes widened going big as saucers. He suddenly ran his thick fingers through his messy, curly, tangled hair sucking in a sharp breath. "Nae nae nae. Nico please ah...its not..." He looked terrified for a change, his eyes glanced back to the water and then to her. He had caused this, he was making her upset if he had just kept his mouth shut like a good little boy then none of this would happen. His happiness never mattered because all that mattered was keeping one of the few good things left in his life happy and in it. He was happy as long as she was happy.

'Tsk tsk. Are you really happy like that Queenie? I mean really happy? You didn't have to come out here, you could have said no and told her why, but that's not you is it? For someone who claims to be a curious and logical fellow you really made some blunders today especially with that cutie down there/' A twisted yet seemingly innocent smile escaped into his head. Harlin was beginning to carefully weave his words, 'Afterall it seems like at least part of this situation is her fault too~' With any hope Quinn was in an unstable enough mental state for his weak words to work.

Quinn started to growl, hitting his head a bit. He was growing more agitated, "I-It's nothing grah this isn't....it's not..." Tears started to grow in his eyes. He began to question if Harlin was right, because in his mind this made her really happy but by doing so he was putting unnecessary mental stress on himself. Could...Quinn quickly shook his head gripping his hair tighter, his breathing started to quicken and he looked at Nico. His eyes a mix of emotions and then suddenly without any control, "...your fault."

'Yeeeeeeeees?' The voice giggled in his mind again,'Keep going it's not good to keep all this stuff bottled up Queeeeeeeenieeeeee. Just let it all out like the good boy you are~' It practically whispered to him and that was all he needed. The damn had burst, and Quinn knew it was wrong. Quinn knew she didn't deserve any of what was about to happen but at this briefest of moments. For this single minuscule moment his whole being was at peace and he simply let go too exhausted to keep it back any longer.

His demeanor once again changed and anger seemed to overtake his eyes as he suddenly stood up pointing a finger at her. "This is your fault. You practically insisted that we come out here next to this godforsaken fucking late!! Ye didn't even bother to dig further and ask if I was okay with it. Ah mean ye should know me by now ah can't refuse ye, but no one ever digs further they just assume..." he started to hiccup tears threatening to fall down his cheek. "...i-i'm okay...ah bet ye never figured out ah'm fucking terrified of water! Ah'm just the happy go lucky, silly half-giant that everyone is afraid of. An don't you dare say you're not I saw your eyes earlier ye looked scared of me. Like that damned Kyle arse! I do one thing out of line on accident and ah'm labeled as out of control and monstrous!!!" He said looking hurt despite how irrational he was beginning to sound.

The voice in his head simply laughed and seemed to be enjoying the show.

"Ye're so selfish! Everyone is so selfish ye're always taking me for granted. Ye say ya love me but that's a lie you're just using me to make ye self feel better so...so ye don't have to realize that you're just as bad as me! So ye don't have to accept the fact that you're..." Tears started to stream down his cheek as he yelled out the last bit, "A fucking monster like me!!" He was full on sobbing now falling to his knees and continuing to hit head progressively harder.

"D-Dumb Harlin...Dumb mom...dumb Quinn...useless...monster..." He started to repeat himself and kept referring to Harlin, giving the sense that Harlin was something more then just a voice. Which begged the question if he was more then that, then who exactly was he and is there more then just Harlin in his head?

@Nico Shymane

The tears didn't stop. And Quinn wasn't making it better. What was going on? He was panicking but for what reason? Again his eyes looked at the water and it seemed to make his... 'attack'.. worse. Nico didn't know what to do. She hadn't seen him like this before and could only watch him as she hoped he'd soon hold her in his ever protective arms.

He hitted his head and Nico sat up on her knees, pinching her eyes closed every time his big fist touched his face. His tender voice which would only raise in volume if he needed to intimidate someone, turned into a growly hue. 'Q-Quinn? Talk to me...' Everytime she tilted her head in the same direction as he did, trying to lock on to his emerald green eyes. Once he allowed her to, she noticed the murkiness. The swamp that was consuming the window to his soul.

'Quinn...?'

"This is your fault."

'W-What do you-'

And there it came. The avalanche of accusations that the dhampir wasn't prepared for in the least. He sounded so strange. So different. Was this... really her Quinn? Her gingerbread giant? The ice in her eyes had no light left. It was blank as she tried to hide deep within herself to not hear what she feared to hear. In a far corner of her conciousness, she weeped and tried to crawl away. The words hit her like bullets and her trust slipped away, drop by drop. What did she do wrong? What did she forget? Did she hug him too hard? Did she yell at him too loud? Did she... forget something? Oh god, what did she forget? The painful dread of not knowing and remembering of what if she did forget something, truly started to cling around her throat. It became hard to breathe.

Selfish. Taking him for granted.

She whimpered softly, pressing her lips together as she tried to not cry out loud, but how couldn't she? The one she trusted the most, suddenly started slapping her with these so called facts. She started to wail and press her hands on her face, her claws digging in her skin. She wanted to feel something else except this inescapable pain inside of her. It filled her up. She started to drool as she couldn't muster to close her mouth while sobbing. She was alone. How could someone like Quinn actually love her? A dhampir... and a half-giant? What a joke.

It angered her. Frustrated her.

As he was on the ground crying and hitting himself, a certain strength threw her at him. Her hands attempting to push him over. Truth be told, she tried to hurt him. But her tiny fists wouldn't hurt him in the least. With every punch to his shoulders and back she'd cry out at him. 'What's wrong with you! I-I just wanted to be with you! I-I just want to love you! If I'm so selfish then why would I even bother to ask you multiple times if you were okey, huh?! Why would I even bother asking if everything I brought was good for you...'

Her knees would attempt to kick into his side. 'Are you deaf?! Why would I bother letting you pat my head, huh?! You think I let everyone touch me like you do? You think I hug everyone the way I hug you?!' She shrieks in agony and drops on her knees next to him as he continues to hit himself. 'Stop rejecting me! S-Stop it! Y-you don't mean it! R-Right?'

'R-...Right?'

'Good Quinn. Give in you worthless thing. Let me take control let me take it from here. I'll defend you from that selfish little monster. You deserve sooo much be-'

Quinn exploded with anger "..." Without warning Quinn suddenly wrapped his arms around Nico. He pulled her into him hugging her tightly close to painfully so. His large arms embraced her. His eyes were shut tightly and body completely shaking. The tears would not stop, his mind would not quiet and Harlin was trying his darndest to get Quinn to give in. He couldn't talk...he couldn't trust himself to speak any longer. But he was beginning to tire as Harlin's grip on his mind grew stronger. He was losing it and himself.

His grip on Nico only grew tighter. His breath was uneven and quick he was panicking and looking for anything...anyone to calm him. For those moments he forgot what he was saying to Nico. He just needed the comfort and safety she brought...but no matter how tight he hugged her, that comfort never came fast enough. Why wasn't it?

'Oh don't you know? It's because i'm right she's not right for you~. Let me take control Quinn. Let. Me. Out.' His voice was beginning to drop its sweet and nice tone as his apparent true colors were beginning to show.

"....Please....help..." He said almost too quietly for Nico to hear. He was losing it and he just wanted it all to stop. He just...he didn't know what he wanted but just not this feeling. Harlin would be taking control soon but Nico, he couldn't allow that and yet he was holding her like a damned fool. The messy redhead felt as though if he let her go he would lose his last tether on his sanity. "N...Ni...co....Nico help...."

@Nico Shymane

Face smothered with red tears, voice horse from the yelling. She watched him and waited. Out of nowhere, there was no queue, Quinn pulled her close and hugged her. It wasn't gentle and caring as he ususally did. It was tight. Suffocatingly tight.

Pressed against his chest she could feel his trunk like arms pushing into her small back. 'Q-Quinn.. I-' Her hands tried to pull herself free but it was no use. He was shaking and Nico was pretty sure she could feel something wet dripping down on her head. Was he... drooling or crying? She wasn't sure. She couldn't think very well as it became harder and harder to breathe. The movement of his chest was constantly changing. Sometimes it moved fast and at other times slow. There was no way of keeping track of it.

'Q-Qui- Can't.. Bre-...' She was starting to feel dizzy. Black spots played infront of her eyes as her hands clawed at his shirt, hoping he'd soon realise what was going wrong. Her eyes widened as she started to wiggle more intense, trying to get her legs involved. From within the chaos, Nico could hear Quinn mutter something. It was so soft and helpess.. She hadn't heard him like that before. Was he... asking for help? Her help?

Nico was out of options as she just wasn't strong enough to fight him. However, she did have a weapon he hadn't. Groaning in pain, she let her fangs slide from within her gums, biting Quinns chest as hard as she could. She had gotten this desperate to breathe and to bite some sense into the gingergiant.

@Quinn Healy

Quinn hadn't realized just how much pressure he was putting on Nico while he had his own complete and utter downward spiral. Harlin's sweet words were beginning to truly set themselves in place and affecting Quinn to to the point he was actually starting to believe them. Before Quinn could spiral even further a sharp pain suddenly shot through his body causing him to let out a sudden, and pained yelp. His body suddenly stiffened as he let go of Nico in surprise falling backwards and catching himself with his hands.

His eyes were wide with simple shock and awe. Shock because of the pain and awe because of the strength of what he now knew to be Nico's bite force on his chest. Her fangs had penetrated his clothing and skin entering deep enough to actually draw blood. His mind was a total mess but the pain had snapped him out of his spiral long enough to realize that he shouldn't be mad at Nico for what she did. Afterall he had forgotten his own strength and no doubt was crushing her, but the fact he forced her hand like that only made his tears start up again as Harlin's voice came back to the forefront.

"N-Nico...h-halp it won't stop...his voice won't stop." He sniffled looking down at her tears rolling down his cheeks and falling onto the top of her head. They were large and hot filled with such brokenness and sadness.

@Nico Shymane

Finally. He set her free.

Gasping loudly and nearly coughing her lungs out, Nico slumped down on the ground as Quinn had fallen back, blood dripping from her pale lips. This time, it wasn't her own blood but that of the one she never thought she would ever bite. Her skin finally returned to her porcelain white state before succumbing to a deathlike blue. She usually already looked quite dead but there was a way to look as if you had been dead for ages.

Panting heavily, the dhampir weakly pushed herself up with her hands, lifting her head to watch Quinn. Sliding back onto her knees, she wiped the blood off her chin and petal lips with the back of her hand. The ginger giant looked... in fear. Afraid for his life. He was losing his grip onto something. Nico still wasn't quite sure what that was. 'Quinn?...' He had slowely leaned a little closer to her, slightly looming over her. His face was broken. Now more than ever, did he look like the child he actually was. Her icey blue eyes watched his changed features. Where was his comforting smile? His soft red galaxy like complexion that made her heart skip a beat every time she laid eyes upon it. 'Quinn...' A whispery sigh.

Being so close to him, she could hear him clearly. The words he spoke before. The words that should've been yelled but he had no energy to do so. A scream for help. It clenched her heart to see him like this. 'Who, Quinn?..' She said it softly, her hands reaching up to his cheeks, her thumbs attempting to wipe away the tears that kept on coming. Clear, water like, tears. Small waterfalls streaming down from his eyes that were once full of spring.

'I'm here, Quinn... I'm here.' Still weak but hopeful, Nico mustered a soft, warm smile. 'It's okey... I'm here.' His tears helplessly kept on rolling down, gently dropping onto her face, ever so slightly washing away the red stains on her white cheeks. It almost seemed like some sort of small miracle. 'Don't listen to him, Quinn. Listen to me...' Standing on her knees, her small dainty hands stroked his face. First, his cheeks and then his temples. While doing so, she started to softly sing to him.

Listen to this while reading

Her hands reached up to his lucious locks that laid in such a dissaray on his cheeks. Sticking onto his skin, drenched with tears. Bit by bit, she tried to comb them free, back to their original state.

@Quinn Healy