roguesquadron | 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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[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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