Love + Trauma = Drama PV Nico Shymane Closed

Listen to this while you read please

Quinn's head felt in total turmoil his mind was being pulled apart at the seems and Harlin that damned Harlin kept tearing into him bit by bit. His words growing in increasing strength and weight. Two words were constantly ringing in his chaotic mind "Give in". These were the words that Harlin laced in every single sentence no longer as subtle but neither overt. Just as Quinn was getting ready to give into the darkness and it seemed his tears were only about to get worse, he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. His heart skipped a bit but not from love but of fear. Something terrible was about to happen just as the darkness began to consume him and a rage was quickly boiling to the surface.

However as if God and the fates had other plans he felt hands touching his cheeks. They were surprisingly almost deathly cold to the touch. But for a strange reason this specific touch naturally relaxed his already shaking body, and then...came the singing. Finally breaking through his mental downspiral he heard those angelic voices. Each word started to beat back against Harlin's malicious and controlling words.

"N-Nico..." He hiccupped and his voice severely cracked it sounded so weak and desperate. Not the strong, warm, confident voice of that classic Pumpkin. His eyes large jade-blue eyes looked upon Nico with desperate need. He latched onto her every word and his tears gradually started to slow as he sniffled. His body and jaw visibly started to release tension too. Quinn didn't move an inch but instead let Nico rub his cheek and try to comb though his wet mess of hair.

Quinn's breath began to slow and it seemed that for now you had Quinn's full and undivided attention enough to keep his focus away from the voices and then... "I didn't ask to be born this way mom..."

@Nico Shymane

She wasn't fully done singing or Quinn had already calmed down quite abit. Or atleast she thought he did. By surprise, he didn't really say her name with much clarity. It was more like an instinct. The colours of her entire being were what he associated with her... And yet, he seemed to call her his mother.

Blinking a few times in astonishment, Nico carefully let her hands slide down his face, to then rest on his chest. Thinking of what to say, she used her palms to wipe away the remnants of red stains from her cheeks. Within his eyes, she could see that he was there. Her gingerbread giant... Yet not fully yet...
Puzzeled but determined, the dhampir sighed softly, her fingers caressing the mark where she bit before.

'I know you didn't ask to be this way, Quinn...' Her eyes were sad yet she had this tender warm grin curled on her lips. 'To be honest,... I didn't ask you to be this way either... And yet, here you are.' Her head turned up to face him. A shadow resting on his eyes, a few thicc tears still rolling down every so often. 'You hear these... voices, these people in your head. Who apparantly try to steer you in directions you don't want to go... It's hard, I'm sure...' Her voice was gentle and light. Tender and kind. But sorrowful. The young Prefect wasn't entirely sure what was up with Quinn. Voices. He heard voices. Which made him rather dangerous.

But she knew that wasn't who he really was. The boy she felt butterflies for in the Library was maybe really who he really wants to be. A smooth, warm bear of a man. Whoes arms were molded out of warm honey to protect the ones he cared about. 'You're not perfect, Quinn... And there's nothing wrong with that. No one is perfect. The ones who say they are, are... far of it.' Her small hand once again reached up but gently caressed his neck, the way you would pet the neck of a horse. 'You're not a monster, Quinn. You're... anything but a monster. You're the gentlest Prefect I know. I've seen you do your duties. You act accordingly and try to keep the peace as best as you can, in your own way...'

Finally, she'd quickly throw her arms around his neck, pressing her head against his ear, closing her eyes. 'You're my gingerbread giant...' Holding him in a warm embrace as she nearly had to stand up to succesfully do so.

@Quinn Healy

Quinn continued to desperately cling onto her every words, he felt like a statue cold and unmoving as Nico touched him and reassured him. Her voice was soft and he finally truly saw her face, seeing that smile. He was still so out of it that he didn't notice how weak she was or the probable shaking. His eyes in fact his whole being the being that was his self focused all its energy directly onto Nico. From the bottom of his rage filled, and cold heart Quinn knew if he didn't focus on her, things would quickly spiral out of control and that's how he truly heard her words. Words that gave him enough strength to barely hold back his rage and push Harlin further to the back of his mind.

HE continued to sniffle, but his tears slowed down more. When Nico spoke those magical words to him hugging his neck, he couldn't help but reciprocate. It was all he knew to do, and Quinn closed his eyes. With a gentleness he had for a moment forgotten was there, he gingerly wrapped his strong log-like arms around the tiny Dhampir. Pulling her closer to him and lifting her slightly as he buried part of his large face into her shoulder and the side of her neck the hot tears falling onto her shoulder and part of her beautiful scarlet red hair.

"F-Forgive me, Mo Cuishle (My Pulse)" He slipped into his Irish for a change. It was thick but clear and incredibly soft. Words of endearment that Quinn genuinely meant. He felt so empty right now and yet her warmth was the only thing keeping him grounded and together. Her being there was the anchor he needed to keep it together, to keep himself there but more importantly to fill the void that had only grown over the years. "I am so sorry Nico. Please don't leave me too." He hiccupped shaking again tightening his grip around her but it wasn't painful. It barely had any strength it was more desperate then anything. A quite cry for need and help.

The usually warm and confident Half-Giant was acting and even looking like that true child he was. A troubled, broken child looking for the love and acceptance he was denied by everyone including his own family.

@Nico Shymane

Closing her eyes, leaning in close, rubbing her cheek once against the side of his head, before he warmly held her. Again proving how his big arms could be so gentle and protective. So yearning. For a moment she felt something hot on her shoulders and neck.

He was crying again... Opening her eyes, looking up at the trees nearby as they gently swayed in the wind. Carrying his words as if they were made out of feathers. But still... he sounded afraid. Scared. Alone. As if he was worried that his words would echo against an empty wall. He couldn't be more wrong.

A side of her head became more wet by the second. His lavalike tears scorching her skin, tingling. Warmer than the summer sun rays of light. 'Quinn...' Slightly trembling, shaking from the excitement, she slid back down on her knees, gliding off his shoulders and neck, her eyes only watching his. 'My dearest.' A warm smile lit up her ever pale face. 'I couldn't leave you... I wasn't planning to. I'm here...'

Keeping her eyes locked with his before she carefully leaned out his grip, reaching for her basket of snacks. 'You need to eat something, Quinn... You lost so much energy into being upset...' In her small fragile hand, a chocolate muffin. 'These are my favourite... I love these. And because of that... You need to eat it.' Back in his embrace, she'd break off a small piece, her hand reaching out to his lips. 'Open up. I promise you'll like it.' It wasn't very hard to notice that even she was tired and rather overwhelmed still by what happened, struggling to keep her arm straight up. The body never lies. But she kept on smiling.

@Quinn Healy

Tired. That's what he was so very tired. Tired of keeping his emotions in check, tired of restraining himself, tired of putting up with everyone's...he was so very tired. Like a broken dam his emotions continued to flow out and for a brief time he felt empty and drained. Yet in one of his few, truly vulnerable moments. There was a light and presence that filled him with warmth.

He could hear her precious voice. In many ways it reminded him of the similar manner in which Aeron would speak to him as a child. Aeron as he had realized it was not a better version of his mother that he had created. No she was similar but not the same. Aeron was a substitute for her that was also his closest protector. Never judging, always there to bring him back from the brink.

In much the same way Nico was doing the same. Except for Quinn with her. For better or worse. Nico had truly stolen his heart. He couldn't tell you why he fell for her so quickly, nor did he care if it was too quick. Hell even if it was too damn with those silly rules. Nico felt right, Nico felt safe, Nico made him feel whole. She did not judge him harshly, she did not try to hurt him, she truly cared for him.

Because of her, because of her kindness he had slowly begun to open his heart back up to his family. So for her he would be strong and for her he would continue to move forward. Honestly too emotionally exhausted to really put up any sort of protest he simply nodded and opened his mouth taking a sizeable bite that funnily enough was small for Quinn. He noticed her smile that made his heart skip a bit every time he saw that precious smile.

It caused him to lift her up slightly more pressing her into his chest a bit more. He started to ever so slowly relax. Ironically he had failed to notice her own u doubtable exhaustion despite putting her and himself in a more comfortable position. He took amlther "small" bite having finished nearly half the delicious chocolate muffin. "...Comfy?" He had stated in a weak tone. For the moment he had completely forgotten they were close to the lakes edge.

@Nico Shymane

She managed to keep her arm up, surprisingly. Another achievement. A sense of relief fell over her once Quinn decided to nearly eat the entire bit of muffin. He had calmed down severely. His posture was abit slumpier than before. Was he... feeling better?

With his big arms, he'd gently hold her close. Her body could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat. It had significantly slowed down. He was back with her, wasn't he? She'd smile and gently rub her cheek against his chest, closing her eyes. If she had been a cat she'd surely be purring right now. Finally, she could relax and rest within his caring embrace.

As he asked her if she felt comfortable, Nico nodded and slowely opened her eyes. Her face was turned towards the lake, watching the sun shimmer slightly on the water. It looked so nice. Forget what kind of monsters live within, right now it looked wonderful.

But then it hit her. Didn't... Quinn say... something along the lines of... being afraid of water? Her eyes widened slightly, unsure if she should mention it. But... it had gotten her curious. With his size he wouldn't have a problem being in the water, right? He was tall. Most water would probably only be waistdeep to him.

Right?

Hesitantly, she gently stroked his upper arm. 'Q-Quinn...' Take it slow. Are you sure about this? He nearly killed you earlier. But that was an accident... He was upset. Not himself. 'You... Why is it that you... don't like water? Did... something happen?' She tried to ask him as casual as possible. It wasn't a big deal. It shouldn't be. She wanted to understand.

@Quinn Healy

"...Nico. I promise to tell ye another time b-but right now can we just enjoy this?" He had tensed up a little again tightening his grip before forcibly relaxing it. It was clear the topic wasn't one he enjoyed talking about. "I-I know you have many q-questions and you will know everything soon. B-But please d-d-don't make me remember...not right now." His voice trembled softly as he pulled her in closer to his embrace.

He could feel Harlin gnawing at the back of his mind. Trying to claw his way back to the forefront. But he ignored it and forced him down with all his mental strength. He could no longer hear him for the moment. Despite saying that he didn't want to. Once he looked into those blue eyes. Those gorgeous deep eyes that were currently filled with genuine worry. His apprehensions suddenly vanished and it was like he was in his chance. Bringing his lips close to her forehead. He softly kissed her forehead. His lips were rough and chapped but there was a certain gentle tenderness to the whole thing. Taking in a deep breath, Quinn closed his eyes.

"...When ah was very young. I nearly drowned to death in the middle of a terrible storm." He said softly. "Ah almost didn't make it...if not for him..." He let out a shaky breath. "Ever since then I've been terrified of water. Ah just...yeah." His grip on her tightened a bit but not painfully.

@Nico Shymane