hello, could I please ask for older sibling comforting younger sibling who just had a fight with their parent?
Hiiii yes I cannnn (I'm going to refer to younger sibling as Younger and older sibling as Older. The parent is Father, but as always change nouns/pronouns and add all the deettss u want)
Younger barely avoids slamming the door shut as he leaves the room. His fury leaves the other two in silence.
Older's quick glare at Father was enough to get him to realize that she doesn't want to hear any of it. He is the adult here. Older sighs and makes an effort to make her chair screech against the stone floor as she stands.
She finds Younger where she always does, on the floor below the window sill of his room. He's squeezing his hands together tight, rocking back and forth, both hardly decent attempts at calming down.
Older leans on the door frame, making sure not to move until Younger gives her at least a glance of acknowledgement. When he does, she steps in once and closes the door to a crack. She slides down the wall by the door, right across from her brother. She watches him silently, waiting for him to find his own words.
"He never listens!" Younger half shouts.
Older nods, taking a slow deep breath. Younger copies her, likely unknowingly, with a slow breath of his own.
"Yeah, and that's really frustrating." Older says closing her eyes and leaning her head back.
"It is!" Younger says, a bit quieter now. "I just want to do the right thing and he can't even begin to imagine it!"
Older hums softly, peeking a bit at Younger. He's leaned his head back now, looking up at the clouds painted on the ceiling. The two painted those clouds with Father what feels like ages ago now.
Older hears Younger's voice crack now, "I try and I try but I'll never be his perfect prodigal son."
Older sighs, finally scooting across the room to sit next to Younger.
"He worries, ya know?" Older says gently, looking up at those deceptively fluffy blobs of paint.
Younger sniffles. "Then why can't he tell me that?"
Older tries her best. "He does, I think, in his own way."
They're silent for a moment. Older thinks that Younger may be tapped out, retreating silently into his thoughts.
"When we were younger he didn't 'worry' like this." Younger says.
Older hums, thinking about being younger with Father and Younger and Aunt Lil.
"I guess, I should try..." Younger can't bring himself to say it.
"Try whatever you feel is right, really, in your heart." Older says plainly.
Younger laughs a little. "That's so corny."
Older huffs a laugh with him. "I mean it though, trust your judgement... I trust you, so you should too."
Younger laughs again. "Yes, oh wise one," he says in a deeper, mocking voice.
Older playfully shoves his shoulder.
"thank you," Younger sighs after a moment. "Mother would be proud."
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