oddsandends | 87th ♫ | would someone please come by and wind me up today?

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. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. 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...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
23. WILDCARD. Anything missing? Make your own, and tell us about it in your top level!.

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[ At the edge of Avalon's rocky shores, by chance he finds her in a state of sorrow that rivals the icy rain around them. The ocean roars white before her, but she sits still, drenched and so pale as to make her a stranger. There is something quite fragile in the scene he sees.

Whatever happened, happened, and it's obvious that the enthusiastic, bright girl he's only met twice before is in some sort of incorporeal pain-- of hurt, not borne of blood or blight, but some other matter unknown to him.

She cannot remain upon this shore. ]

You must rise, Maiden.

[ Violet's gone home.

It'd kind of been too good to be true that she was here at all – Stella had just been getting used to being here on her own when Violet had arrived and turned everything upside down. And it'd been so good and so fun to have Violet here and she'd just started getting her hopes up that she'd be able to see others from home too but–

Well, Violet had gone back home and now Stella was back to being on her own. It's... harder to get used to the second time around.

So here she is on new arrival day, sat here long after all the others have already departed and long, long since the rain had started sheeting down. She looks so miserable that it's possible she hasn't even noticed it's so cold and wet out.

She just barely looks up as Somnus approaches, and only gives a little huff of assent before she goes back to gazing out over the waters. ]

... 'm waiting for somebody.

[ At least she's not far gone enough to avoid giving an explanation. ]

[ He'll hear his bootfalls upon the rocky shore come nearer, and eventually, he steps up in line beside her. From the periphery of his vision, he notes her forlorn expression, but then his sight turns towards the tumultuously churning ocean, seeing nothing but waves. Everyone else who has arrived, has arrived and gone.

He feels the spray of the ocean upon his cheek. The tide nears. It probably wasn't so close, when she had first settled into her spot here. ]

For how long have you waited thus far? [ He asks, eyes turning from the water to her, hawkish in assessment of her well-being.

Undoubtedly, at least an hour. ]

[ She shifts a little on the spot before answering him, her feet scuffing against the rock. It's unclear if her visible discomfort is just from being scrunched up in such an uncomfortable position on the cold stone for so long or a response to the way he's scrutinizing her.

Maybe both. ]

Not sure. ... a while, though. Maybe a couple of hours. My phone kind of died, so I couldn't really check...

[ It's definitely long enough for her to have give up the ghost by now. But she can't pull herself away because she's not sure she could ever forgive herself if she turned her back and her friends reappeared just like that. ]

[ A couple of hours, she says, all the while she remains a dismal form of herself as she waits. As she chooses to wait for someone who has been lost, and whose return she has no power over, just as the encroaching waves of the ocean before them.

What needless suffering, this...

She'll hear a rustle from beside her, the sound of a clasp being undone, and then something heavy and warm falls upon her shoulders and back. It seems his cloak, dark and heavy, has been draped about her. ]

Very well.

[ He says, pointedly, but offers nothing more but silence after that, standing and resuming his own watch of the waves. ]

[ She's kind of expecting to be tut-tutted at and told to stop moping because... well, if their positions were reversed, that's probably what Stella would do but even she's well aware that of all the things she's known for, her tact is not one of them. So when she feels the warmth and weight of – his coat? his cape? she's not about to ask – flump across her, she's a little startled.

But then she pulls it around her and huddles into it a bit because... well. It's cold. She's not about to turn it down. ]

... What about you? You're gonna get super cold out here too.

[ Having been given a flesh and blood body by the powers-that-be of this realm, he, too, is indeed effected by the cold, yet being without a cloak for some time and sparing it for another will not kill him. For her worries, the solution is as simple as this: ]

Then, we will leave in due time.

[ By way of physical health, lingering here when it brings harm is wholly unnecessary, and he means that 'we' for the both of them. Yet it is with this that he remains there in silence. Somnus is not one to coddle, and he is not one to give false hope or unnecessary reassurance; however, he recognizes this: that there is meaning in mourning, as well as the hope of looking to the horizon, so long as it is not self-destructive.

The sea smells wild like its waves, and the wind whistles along the cliffs. Minutes like this pass, the passage of which ebbing and flowing like the waves upon the shore, growing closer to them. Dusk often seems shorter in comparison to the rest of the day, light, there then gone the next. Whitecaps on the waves beyond refuse to catch the any light, boding of a storm. Beyond all of it is the edge of the ocean: a stable constant in comparison, and to where one might gaze for another to appear.

No one appears in this time, and reality knocks.

At last he speaks again. ]

What do you see?

[ She shifts a little on the spot again, feeling guilty even as she pulls the cloak a little tighter around her shoulders. It's one thing for her to be sulking out here by herself, especially when she already knows what a bad idea it is, but having someone else joins her is another. Especially when he's being so nice about it. If it was someone turning up to scold her and drag her back out of the rain then at least she could resent that and redirect some of her frustration somewhere else. If he's going to be so nice, though, Stella's frustrations have absolutely nowhere to go but back inwards.

She hunches over a little more, hugging her knees tight to her chest to try and soak up a little more warmth. Now she's been pulled a little closer back to the real world, she's starting to get more aware of just how gross and cold she feels. ]

A big fat load of nothing. [ If she's trying to inject a little levity into things, it's most definitely not working. ] Even the turtles look like they all just went home.

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