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For Nexus prompt: 3. Gratitude for something small.
Ansgar and Mikkel couldn't get out of bed. In fact, the Soerens had all migrated to Rik's bed the night before in a mass of tears. There were days that tore into all of them from the past and this, the first day of November was one of the worst. The day Rik had watched Mikkel screaming in the courthouse as they took his brother away for jail. There wasn't anything anyone could do to make them feel better, not really. This was their first year away from the homes that had tried to destroy them and the first time they had a moment to truly mourn and process what was done.
Rik had woken first but the other two were so entwined with him that he couldn't move. The other two looked sickly, paler than usual and eyes still flaming red around the lids from crying the night before. Mikkel was stirring but it was the grumbling of nightmares or a dream going awry. Ansgar didn't have them but that was because he drank himself into such a stupor that he passed out most nights so hard that he didn't dream. Or, at least, wasn't awaken by them and didn't remember them. He felt for the others on tour who wanted to help, wanted to change what was happening but had to deal with the reality that there wasn't much to do now.
The Dane remembered Rekker talking about scream therapy. It was something the Brit went through occasionally. The point wasn't to talk things out or find some plan to deal. The whole idea was to bleed off emotions so you could get to healing or sanity maybe. Rik laid there wondering if crying as much as they all had the night before was a similar, self-medicating, treatment for their own traumas. Screaming and crying did go hand in hand sometimes. In reality, maybe they should all be seeing Rekker's therapist, or at least some therapist, now that they had the space and resources to do so.
A mumbled god morgen pulled the guitarist out of his thoughts as he felt Mikkel stretching beside him then leaning over to stroke his brother's hair. Ansgar grouched and pushed the hand away then buried his face into the bed. Rik finally smiled and then chuckled as the two continued to pester each other sleepily. He felt better than he had in months, maybe years. It wasn't that things were bad, but that there was always this cloud or weight there in his mind dragging him down.
"Gå væk, dit monster" Ansgar swatted at Mikkel before blearily raising his head up to look at his baby brother. His eyes opened farther though as he sat up and tried to push his unruly, white hair out of his face.
Rik followed his attention to the table beside the bed. Mikkel finally stopped harassing and turned over to stare at the setting. One covered tray in the middle, a carafe of coffee that even closed the Danes could smell, and other treats.
Mikkel's stomach rumbled so loudly that they all snorted a laugh. The youngest of them was already turning around to stare at the table, scooting awkwardly toward the edge of the bed. There was a piece of strawberry cake with roses around it, a huge bowl of cereal waiting for it's milk, and a plate of pastries that had fire confetti and a note beside it that had a drumkit on the cover. Mikkel went back to the cereal and the note by it. Instantly, picking it up.
"Awww, Rik got a love note." Mikkel smiled and used his free hand to rub his eyes as his cousin snatched it away.
Rik was soon smiling when he saw the rat, poorly executed, but distinguishable. Obviously this was from Billy. Rik poked at the roses on the table. "You got red roses for love."
Rik was soon reaching across and pulled a note out from under the cake plate and roses. "Did you get a dirty note?"
Mikkel instantly blushed while watching Ansgar flounder to join them at the side of the bed. "I bet Ansgar got a double dirty note. He has two men chasing him around."
"And you don't?" Ansgar shot back, the last of the three to laugh.
Rik had read the note while his cousins bickered. It instantly brought him to tears, but these ones were happy. Love note indeed. The quiet sob had the other two stopping, confused because they thought the crying was done. Mikkel peered over Rik's shoulder and saw why. The note was way too lovey. He picked up his own note and stared at it. The youngest cried well before he opened it, not because of a good thing but his worry that no one really loved him, not really.
"Oh fuck." Ansgar sighed. "Come on. We all know that one is probably some fucking poetry or something." The oldest rolled his eyes but deep down he understood.
Mikkel still didn't open it but he had a death grip on the envelope. It was probably going to have to be opened by one of the others eventually. The baby of the three was too new to anyone caring and Rik leaned over to hug him.
"I feel sorry for the bakery and his stressed out perfection." Rik jibed a little at Sigurd's attitude which brought the smile back to Mikkel.
"Bitching and chain smoking." Mikkel leaned into Rik and looked over at Ansgar with a mouth crammed full of pastries. Rik already pouring milk on his cereal.
"Unless it was your other Swede?" Ansgar asked only to get a glare from Mikkel over the comment. "I bet you have two notes full of..." Ansgar made a kissy face which had his little brother trying to smack him in the mouth.
"Have your cake, it will make you feel better." Rik encouraged but noticed the young Dane had picked up one of the roses and all but stuffed his face into it. Maybe the letter and the cake were too grand of a gesture at this point for Mikkel. Rik wondered about that thought while he started to eat. Maybe the reminder of the first gift he'd really received was small but all he could handle? Rik didn't press and eventually the young Dane sat up and started digging into the cake. Rik was grateful Sigurd or Fredrik, both?, were going to have to deal with the sugar crazy that was going to happen when the Dane ate that entire small cake.
Ansgar and Mikkel couldn't get out of bed. In fact, the Soerens had all migrated to Rik's bed the night before in a mass of tears. There were days that tore into all of them from the past and this, the first day of November was one of the worst. The day Rik had watched Mikkel screaming in the courthouse as they took his brother away for jail. There wasn't anything anyone could do to make them feel better, not really. This was their first year away from the homes that had tried to destroy them and the first time they had a moment to truly mourn and process what was done.
Rik had woken first but the other two were so entwined with him that he couldn't move. The other two looked sickly, paler than usual and eyes still flaming red around the lids from crying the night before. Mikkel was stirring but it was the grumbling of nightmares or a dream going awry. Ansgar didn't have them but that was because he drank himself into such a stupor that he passed out most nights so hard that he didn't dream. Or, at least, wasn't awaken by them and didn't remember them. He felt for the others on tour who wanted to help, wanted to change what was happening but had to deal with the reality that there wasn't much to do now.
The Dane remembered Rekker talking about scream therapy. It was something the Brit went through occasionally. The point wasn't to talk things out or find some plan to deal. The whole idea was to bleed off emotions so you could get to healing or sanity maybe. Rik laid there wondering if crying as much as they all had the night before was a similar, self-medicating, treatment for their own traumas. Screaming and crying did go hand in hand sometimes. In reality, maybe they should all be seeing Rekker's therapist, or at least some therapist, now that they had the space and resources to do so.
A mumbled god morgen pulled the guitarist out of his thoughts as he felt Mikkel stretching beside him then leaning over to stroke his brother's hair. Ansgar grouched and pushed the hand away then buried his face into the bed. Rik finally smiled and then chuckled as the two continued to pester each other sleepily. He felt better than he had in months, maybe years. It wasn't that things were bad, but that there was always this cloud or weight there in his mind dragging him down.
"Gå væk, dit monster" Ansgar swatted at Mikkel before blearily raising his head up to look at his baby brother. His eyes opened farther though as he sat up and tried to push his unruly, white hair out of his face.
Rik followed his attention to the table beside the bed. Mikkel finally stopped harassing and turned over to stare at the setting. One covered tray in the middle, a carafe of coffee that even closed the Danes could smell, and other treats.
Mikkel's stomach rumbled so loudly that they all snorted a laugh. The youngest of them was already turning around to stare at the table, scooting awkwardly toward the edge of the bed. There was a piece of strawberry cake with roses around it, a huge bowl of cereal waiting for it's milk, and a plate of pastries that had fire confetti and a note beside it that had a drumkit on the cover. Mikkel went back to the cereal and the note by it. Instantly, picking it up.
"Awww, Rik got a love note." Mikkel smiled and used his free hand to rub his eyes as his cousin snatched it away.
Rik was soon smiling when he saw the rat, poorly executed, but distinguishable. Obviously this was from Billy. Rik poked at the roses on the table. "You got red roses for love."
Rik was soon reaching across and pulled a note out from under the cake plate and roses. "Did you get a dirty note?"
Mikkel instantly blushed while watching Ansgar flounder to join them at the side of the bed. "I bet Ansgar got a double dirty note. He has two men chasing him around."
"And you don't?" Ansgar shot back, the last of the three to laugh.
Rik had read the note while his cousins bickered. It instantly brought him to tears, but these ones were happy. Love note indeed. The quiet sob had the other two stopping, confused because they thought the crying was done. Mikkel peered over Rik's shoulder and saw why. The note was way too lovey. He picked up his own note and stared at it. The youngest cried well before he opened it, not because of a good thing but his worry that no one really loved him, not really.
"Oh fuck." Ansgar sighed. "Come on. We all know that one is probably some fucking poetry or something." The oldest rolled his eyes but deep down he understood.
Mikkel still didn't open it but he had a death grip on the envelope. It was probably going to have to be opened by one of the others eventually. The baby of the three was too new to anyone caring and Rik leaned over to hug him.
"I feel sorry for the bakery and his stressed out perfection." Rik jibed a little at Sigurd's attitude which brought the smile back to Mikkel.
"Bitching and chain smoking." Mikkel leaned into Rik and looked over at Ansgar with a mouth crammed full of pastries. Rik already pouring milk on his cereal.
"Unless it was your other Swede?" Ansgar asked only to get a glare from Mikkel over the comment. "I bet you have two notes full of..." Ansgar made a kissy face which had his little brother trying to smack him in the mouth.
"Have your cake, it will make you feel better." Rik encouraged but noticed the young Dane had picked up one of the roses and all but stuffed his face into it. Maybe the letter and the cake were too grand of a gesture at this point for Mikkel. Rik wondered about that thought while he started to eat. Maybe the reminder of the first gift he'd really received was small but all he could handle? Rik didn't press and eventually the young Dane sat up and started digging into the cake. Rik was grateful Sigurd or Fredrik, both?, were going to have to deal with the sugar crazy that was going to happen when the Dane ate that entire small cake.
