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hurt/comfort meme

the hurt/comfort meme

It is in times of distress that hope is truly found. How you handle those periods of duress is a mark of character. Whether you're the one in pain, providing sanctuary, or even if that ache is mutual, hurt/comfort is all about empathy. Connecting with the people around you.

Instructions:

→ Post with your character (note name, canon [if relevant], and preferences in the subject line).
→ Others reply by either generating a number between 1-21 for a prompt, ~~or go off script, I'm not the boss of you~~.
→ Go forth and connect.

Options:

o1. injury: somehow, you've been injured. the severity, whether a mortal wound or "just a scrape" is up to you.
o2. sickness: thinking of calling out of work today? chances are you've got a common bug...or worse.
o3. fear & anxiety: careful where you throw that "scared to death" nonsense...it might just be an omen.
o4. loss of senses: you're missing one of those fundamental six senses, whether it's your sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste, or the Force.
o5. despair: the idea of hope looks more and more like a pipe dream right now.
o6. breakup: and we are never ever ever ever getting back together. ever.
o7. makeup: but you called me up again tonight...
o8. rescued: it's time for one of you to get your damsel in distress on.
o9. bad romance: i knew you were trouble when you walked in.
1o. loss: one of you has just experienced a loss of some kind; can you cope?
11. insanity: for whatever reason, "reason" is lost to you. you're seeing and hearing things. sometimes dead people.
12. tired/insomnia: is it the caffeine or the fact that you never leave your damned senatorial office? whether it's just lack of sleep or lack of energy, this exhaustion is bone-deep.
13. addiction: something's got you hooked, and you might just need a helping hand to give it some distance.
14. nightmares: okay, now you're definitely seeing dead people. do you dare go back to sleep?
15. blackmail: you've been caught and the evidence is compromising. do you seek help or vengeance?
16. separation/homesickness: whatever it is, the nostalgia's got you missing something (or someone) awfully.
17. betrayal: your trust has been violated, but is it a real or imagined slight?
18. stranded: you're stuck. maybe someone crashed your only ship for the 50th damn time. are you sure this isn't reality tv?
19. sins & guilt: the weight of your past deeds is like holding a world on your shoulders. maybe it's time to seek some help, atlas.
2o. secret: loose lips sink spaceships.
21. wildcard: "take your script and shove it, meme."

[adapted and remixed from here.]

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You say that like I've never been hunted before.

::It's said lightly in an attempt to try to distract.::

Granted, it was a completely different Empire; in fact, one that had both Sith and Jedi working together to fight back, but it's not anything I haven't dealt with before.

::He's not going to say anything about whether or not he gets killed, because he knows better than to make any promises on that subject. There's only trying to be mildly distracting.::

[Ezra's breath hitches at the mention that Garth'zel has been hunted in the past. Doesn't matter that it was a different Empire, doesn't matter that he's only known Garth'zel a little over a week, doesn't even matter that the man's trying to be reassuring. In this moment, he's the only person Ezra has left in his life, whether he realizes it consciously or not. The thought of losing him, too, is more than he can bear. A fresh wave of tears has him burying his face in Garth'zel's chest again, his whole body shuddering with sobs.]

Don't- don't joke about that.

[It's too soon for him, and maybe it's childish, but his fingers knot themselves into Garth'zel's clothes as though to keep him from disappearing, too.]

I'm t-tired of being hunted. I'm tired of- of everyone I care about dying! Don't- Just don't.

::Well, that attempt at calming him down was certainly a failure. Garth'zel sighs and wraps his arms around Ezra again, resting one hand on the back of his head as he starts rocking him again.::

Shh. You'll be all right. I won't let anything happen to either of us.

::He lets his mind wander for a few minutes, resulting in thoughts of Ashara, Theron, and Lana, among others he'd known and wished were there on the ship with them. As there usually is when he allows himself to think of them, there's a deep pang of loss, one he doesn't suppress this time and lets Ezra feel.::

You're not the only one here who knows what it feels like to lose everyone. ::It's said in a murmur.:: It's why I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

::In fact, anyone who was stupid enough to go after Ezra in his presence is liable to get some Force lightning to the face. Among other portions of anatomy.::

[Not that Ezra would want to wish this pain on anyone else, but... maybe it helps. Just a little bit. To feel that echo of loss, to know he's not alone, to have someone else with him who understands what he's feeling. It can't cure his pain, of course.

Nothing can heal the bleeding ends of a broken bond, except time.

But it helps Ezra's sobs fade into softer hiccups. It's almost on the tip of his tongue to ask about the people that Garth'zel lost, except that he's not sure if either of them want to add another layer of grief and hurt to what they're already dealing with. So for now, he just settles with resting his head against Garth'zel and giving into that hug. He's probably not in any condition to offer much comfort of his own, but what he has, he'll give.]

You don't mind? I mean, staying with me? Letting me stay? You probably weren't looking for...

[For an added responsibility. For a kid he'd have to look after. For someone he'd have to clothe and feed and teach - though Ezra would hold that he could teach himself most of anything he'd need to know.

But none of that is what he wants to say when talking about himself, so Ezra lamely changes tack.]

I doubt keeping me was what you had in mind when we met on Taris.

I can't say I went to Taris expecting to leave with a teenager, no. Even if I did offer to take you on before you told me you had a Master already.

::It's said wryly as Garth'zel starts pushing back his own sense of loss. Ezra knows it's there, he doesn't need it added to what he's already feeling beyond the amount of time it took for him to realize it was there.::

Interestingly enough, the first time I went to Taris, I also left with a Padawan. Although, unlike you, she was only two years younger than I. I'd be tempted to think it coincidence, but the odds of this happening...

::Garth'zel just shakes his head slightly. The Force had to be involved somehow. It's the only explanation that makes sense.::

That was an offer?

[Ezra looks up, genuinely surprised.]

I thought you were just... you know... making a point.

[He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. Maybe this time they'll stay dry. Maybe. (Probably not. But hopefully it'll be a while before that ache of loss hits him again.) His head feels heavy, though, and after a moment, he lets it rest again.]

Have you trained a lot of Padawans?

Well, I did ask if you were looking for a teacher.

::It's pointed out with a raised eyebrow before he's shaking his head.::

I can count the amount on one hand. Which, really, given my age, isn't a surprise.

::He's entirely too young to have taught many apprentices. Honestly, he would have liked some time to figure out what he was doing before getting any, considering that as soon as he was no longer one, he inherited his Master's other apprentices.::

I know, but I didn't think that you meant it. I mean, not like that.

[Who offers to train some random kid they just met? Even Kanan had taken some time to warm up to him.

Kanan...

He has to blink fiercely for a moment. He doesn't want to start crying again.]

I don't... I'm not... I just lost him.

[His voice breaks just saying that, but he doesn't want Garth'zel to get the wrong idea. If Garth'zel's looking for an apprentice, Ezra can't be that for him. He can't replace Kanan.

Not yet.]

::Someone who saw a hell of a lot of potential in that kid. Not to mention is getting tired of traveling alone.::

I know. You need time to deal with your loss. To heal.

::It's said gently.::

I can be patient. Even if you did want to jump on things, I'd be telling you to slow down.

::Things could end badly in so many ways if Ezra tried to get going too soon.::

How do you feel? Headachy?

[Garth'zel's declaration only meets a wave of doubt from Ezra. Kanan's death hurts so much right now, he can't picture it ever stopping. Can't see himself ever getting to the point of moving on, of being willing to accept someone else in Kanan's place. Without Kanan...

Maybe he'll never be a Jedi at all.

But Garth'zel doesn't need to be loaded down with those doubts, not when he's trying so hard to help. So Ezra just stays silent in response to the reassurance, and focuses instead on answering the questions at the end.]

Yeah... It feels like someone shoved knives in my head. I don't know what they did, just...

[Just that it hurt then, and that it still hurts a little now, even beyond the pain of Kanan's loss. It's tempting to close his eyes against it, to just keep his head tucked under Garth'zel's chin and let the man hold him until the pain goes away, but he doesn't know how long that'll take, and Garth'zel's probably tired of holding him anyway.

Besides, he's fifteen years old. He should really be too old for being rocked and held.

(And yet, even telling himself that, he can't bring himself to pull away.)]

I'm tired.

::Garth'zel's ready to be doing something besides sitting with a teenager in his lap, yes. His legs have completely fallen asleep and his backside has become numb from how long he's been sitting on the floor. Not that he's going to voice any of this.::

I'm not surprised you're tired. I'm sure you're also dehydrated. Drinking water should help with the headache.

::He's not even going to suggest Ezra eat something. The state he's in, his stomach would probably just reject food.::

[He hadn't had any motivation to get up before, but the mention of water makes him suddenly aware of just how thirsty he is. He pulls away, a little reluctant, even if he knows he can't stay like this, had to deal with life and his body's needs.]

I think I'm going to lie down, too.

[He stands up, legs unsteady from sitting so long - and maybe also from a general listlessness that's starting to sink into his frame. He's tired, emotionally drained, and just received the back end of his Master's torture and death. All of that is taking its toll, and he'll be doing good to get that water and make it to his room before he collapses into his bed.]

I... Don't wait for me, if you need to get the ship moving.

[He suspects Garth'zel wouldn't have anyway, since he'd already stated his intentions. It's a hint to the man anyway not to be surprised if Ezra doesn't emerge for a long time.]

I won't. I don't want to risk still being here if they figure out where you were.

::It's said with a nod as he carefully stretches out his legs, wincing as they suddenly erupt in pins and needles. Right, he'd like to skip doing this again anytime soon.::

When I'm ready to head to bed, do you want me to take one of the other bunks in the crew quarters?

::He wouldn't be surprised if Ezra became clingy for awhile, needing him at least within sight.::

[The truth of the matter is that Garth'zel is right, that Ezra's probably going to be a wreck for a while, plagued by nightmares and fears that what happened to Kanan could easily happen to Garth'zel, too. That one day he might end up completely alone, or that he might end up in the Inquisitors' hands himself. He doesn't know that yet, though, and shreds of teenage pride remind him that he's not a child. He shakes his head.]

You don't have to do that. I'll be fine.

[Even if he's reluctant to leave Garth'zel, even just to go to bed.]

Just... let me know if we run into anything, or if we're going to land somewhere.

[They're mostly safe while they're in hyperspace, but anywhere else...]

The only place I intend to land after we leave here is Alderaan and it's practically halfway across the galaxy.

::In other words, they're going to be in hyperspace in well over a week.

He rocks a bit to gain the momentum to get up, wincing slightly as his body protests. Then he blinks at the remote, where it's still hovering patiently in the air. He had completely forgotten about it. A hand held out for it later, and he turns it off to set down on a crate.::

Don't forget your lightsaber.

[It says something about Ezra's emotional state that he actually needed that reminder. Vaguely embarrassed, but too emotionally drained to make a big deal of it, he stoops to pick his lightsaber up from where he dropped it, then clips it to his belt. He hesitates only to give Garth'zel a dull nod of gratitude, then trudges out of the cargo hold.

He's going to crash the moment he hits the bed and sleep for the next twelve hours or more.]

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