Kyle giggled a little, "W-We have to get up soon…"
The Hero and The Villain (Closed)
“Nooo” he grumbled “I don’t wanna”
"W-We have to…" He replied, trying to wiggle away.
Caleb groaned and just moved out of the way so Kyle could get out.
Kyle pressed a soft kiss to his lips before he shimmed out from under the covers.
Caleb smiled softly, still refusing to get up
Kyle headed to the bathroom, maybe swaying his hips a little more then usual.
Caleb looked after him, finding his gaze lingering a bit more than usual.
Kyle looked back over his shoulder, smiled before he disappeared from view.
Caleb automatically felt himself blush and hid his face under the sheets.
Kyle did what he needed quickly then went to wash his hands. As he was running the water, it slowly started to freeze over and he immediately stumbled backwards a step.
Caleb started to get a bit worried. He was taking awhile.
Kyle fell to his knees as the ice slowly encased the whole room, traveling up his arms. He was crying now as he tried to scratch the ice off, only to just cut his skin instead.
Caleb heard the noise and quickly got out of bed, opening the bathroom door. “Kyle?! What’s wrong?!”
Kyle couldn’t get any words out and he just shook his head. He placed a hand over his mouth, eyes squeezing shut.
“It’s okay, there’s nothing there babe.” He reassured, slowly reaching out and touching his shoulder.
He whimpered softly, slightly flinching away from Caleb.
“Shh it’s okay. It’s just in your head.” He said, moving his hand away a bit in case Kyle wanted space.
"C-Caleb I-" He tried to get some sentence out but couldn't finish it.
“It’s okay.” He repeated. “Take your time”
The attack last longer this time and occasionally he would again scratch at himself, drawing blood. Eventually, though he calmed himself down enough to reach out for Caleb, wanting to be held.
Caleb gently moved Kyle into his lap, holding him close as if to shield him.
Kyle held onto Caleb’s shirt, hiding his face in his chest as he tried to calm down even more.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly
He shrugged a shoulder. He didn’t know.
His brow furrowed in worry. He leaned down, kissing Kyle’s forehead. “I won’t let anything hurt you.” He whispered before adding on, “we should probably get you cleaned up”
Kyle looked down at his wrists pouting before nodding, “P-probably.”
“Can I get up for a quick second then?” He asked gently, knowing that sometimes Kyle wouldn’t want him to move
Kyle didn’t like the idea and took a moment before he nodded a little, though he was still pouting.
“Can I get up for a second?”