Mission 010 Catch All - Closed

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WHO: Sleipnir, Barnabas, Joshua, Leon, Vander, Kirk, Hernan, Sleeper (Silas), Accelerator
WHEN: Weeks 3 and 4 of Mission 010
WHERE: San Francisco
WHAT: Planned threads with various characters, didn't want to bog down the main mission log
NOTES\WARNINGS: NSFW, violence, blood, murder, unsafe behaviors

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[Clive can practically see the panic rising in Sleipnir, breaths shortening, tears flowing more freely, the tension in his body, how his jaw clenchs. He slides a his freer hand slowly, gently, around to the small of Sleipnir’s back, taking time to make sure he gives interspersed grounding pressure along the way.]

Hey.

[His voice is gentle. He uses the hand still on his cheek to guide Sleipnir back to him.]

Look at me. Focus on me.

[While he talks, he untucks the other man’s shirt with slow, smooth movements, before sliding his hand under and pressing his palm, skin to skin, with a pressure bordering between gentle and firm.]

We’re right here, together. Sitting in a beautiful place, away from all of that noise and refuse. It’s just you and me. I’m here. I won’t let anything else touch you, only me, and only if you want.

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[Sleipnir's chest heaves and he presses his lips together firmly as if this will stop the tears flowing, as if it could make any of this stop. His eyes are blinking rapidly attempting to hold back the rain which threatens to drench him to the bone. His shoulders shake with the force of everything within him collapsing as his gaze is pulled back to Clive. He is a mess. He is a wreck. He has been devastated.

He tries to listen to Clive, tries to cling to his words like a raft in a stormy sea, but he can barely see the man now— all he has is his voice, but it can barely be heard over the sounds of his own screams from hours ago replaying in his mind over and over and over on repeat. What is he supposed to do? What was he supposed to do? How can he beat an opponent who overrides his entire being? How can he protect their world, their people, if he is so easily beaten, so easily broken? What if it happens again? What if there is another like Accelerator back in Valisthea? What if they find him? Find Barnabas? Find Clive?

A strangled whine escapes his closed lips and he slams himself into Clive's chest, arms wrapping around him as if he was the only thing which could save him now. Etraya has so effectively taught him fear and he hates it. Wishes it was anger which drowns him, but no, it is fear and agony wrapped in one horrid wave which rocks him, has him sobbing into Clive, crying as he hasn't done so in many, many years.]

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[Clive watches the war rage in Sleipnir’s features and can feel his heart breaking. What he wouldn’t give to be able to take this pain, to shoulder it for him. Clive knows panic, he knows fear, he knows despair, all so deep they feel as though they will never let one’s soul go. He knows what it feels like when fresh, what it feels like when it has scarred over. He could handle this, too. For Sleipnir, he would. He would do it in a heartbeat.

But he can’t.

Clive’s eyes sting, but he refuses to let his body go any further. He would stay strong. Sleipnir needed him, and he would not fall to his own tears. Clive holds Sleipnir to him, firm enough for the man to feel protected, but loose enough where he can pull away easily if it all becomes too much.

Words would do very little here, so instead Clive runs his fingers through wind-tousled hair, tucks Sleipnir’s head to his shoulder with his own, and hums a song he would sing to Joshua when nightmares pulled the boy from his sleep, rocking Sleipnir gently as he does.]