08-24-2017, 08:15 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Armitage was no stranger to thoughts of suicide. He'd had them quite often, ever since he was 12 years old, when he had finally really been able to let his Father's insults sink into him. However, Armi had never let them get to him. He had always shook them off with a determined snarl and a roll of his shoulders, and he'd held up his chin and gotten through it all, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let Jack go through with the thing he had shoved away so many times before just so he could keep going. Jack should be stronger than him. He had to be. Hux hadn't known him long, but already the other was like a Father to him, and there was no way in fuck he was letting his Dad be weaker than him.
He had been wandering through the lodge, gently dragging a hand along the wall and humming softly. He still looking rather ruffled, given that he still hadn't cleaned up from killing his Father. Still, he kind of liked looking slightly crazed. It gave him an edge he had never had before. Eventually his hand slipped into a doorway, and he looked up, realizing that it was Jack's room. Curiously, he tilted his head and pressed his ear against the door, tensing slightly when he heard crying. He didn't even bother to knock, turning the handle of the door and slipping inside, the skinny boy's footsteps so light they were barely noticeable.
He stared at Jack for a long moment, looking like a deer in headlights. He'd never had to comfort someone before. Sure, Ben had started crying after the first time they had danced together, but he hadn't really comforted the other. He had just kissed him over and over again and until finally he was giggled and smiling again. He highly doubted that would work with Jack. After a moment, it was almost as if he'd been smacked in the back of the head, his thoughts hissing at him, He can't die. You need him. Need was probably the wrong word, but he though only in absolutes, and it wasn't like he really loved Jack like a Dad. Not yet at least. Or, not yet as far as he told himself. He had a tendency to lie to himself, so he couldn't really trust his own thoughts about Jack. All he knew was that the other shouldn't have a gun under his chin.
Finally, he moved away from the door, hissing softly as he crouched down, reaching for the other's gun with narrowed blue eyes, "Dad, what the fuck?" Of course he was gonna call Jack 'Dad'. From what he remembered, the other seemed happy when he did that, and if someone was trying to kill themselves, you made them happy, right? Right. He snapped, a sharp frown on his thin lips, "You can't hurt yourself, idiot. People need you."
/I'm,, sorry this is so bad I tried
He had been wandering through the lodge, gently dragging a hand along the wall and humming softly. He still looking rather ruffled, given that he still hadn't cleaned up from killing his Father. Still, he kind of liked looking slightly crazed. It gave him an edge he had never had before. Eventually his hand slipped into a doorway, and he looked up, realizing that it was Jack's room. Curiously, he tilted his head and pressed his ear against the door, tensing slightly when he heard crying. He didn't even bother to knock, turning the handle of the door and slipping inside, the skinny boy's footsteps so light they were barely noticeable.
He stared at Jack for a long moment, looking like a deer in headlights. He'd never had to comfort someone before. Sure, Ben had started crying after the first time they had danced together, but he hadn't really comforted the other. He had just kissed him over and over again and until finally he was giggled and smiling again. He highly doubted that would work with Jack. After a moment, it was almost as if he'd been smacked in the back of the head, his thoughts hissing at him, He can't die. You need him. Need was probably the wrong word, but he though only in absolutes, and it wasn't like he really loved Jack like a Dad. Not yet at least. Or, not yet as far as he told himself. He had a tendency to lie to himself, so he couldn't really trust his own thoughts about Jack. All he knew was that the other shouldn't have a gun under his chin.
Finally, he moved away from the door, hissing softly as he crouched down, reaching for the other's gun with narrowed blue eyes, "Dad, what the fuck?" Of course he was gonna call Jack 'Dad'. From what he remembered, the other seemed happy when he did that, and if someone was trying to kill themselves, you made them happy, right? Right. He snapped, a sharp frown on his thin lips, "You can't hurt yourself, idiot. People need you."
/I'm,, sorry this is so bad I tried
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
and I lie awake and miss you. 」