Eddie walks in on you crying and he is immediately dropping to his knees.
Maybe you'd try to hide it. You don't like to show intense emotion like that, especially not in front of other people. Maybe it's been building for a long time and you just break without warning.
You're sitting at your desk with your face tucked into your shirt, tears streaming, hiccuping gasps, mouth contorted in a silent sob. Willing it to stop, to get back in control, for the sorrow to remove it's claws from your chest and let you breathe again.
Eddie edges the door open with his foot, about to bust in and shower you with affection, but the moment he sees you, hears your small cries, everything stops. He's across the room and to your side in 3 long-legged steps, dropping to his knees with his hands hovering, torn between wanting to grab you and tuck you into him and wanting to respect any space you need.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" His concern just makes you cry harder, hiding further into the neck of your shirt, back bending as you try to curl in on yourself. Eddie's heart breaks, his hands curling into tight fists as he battles his own indecision on what to do. "Baby, please talk to me. Can I hold you? Please."
Despite everything in your brain just wanting to be alone, to suffer in silence, to not show this side of yourself -- your heart wins out. You drop the curtain of cotton hiding your ruddy and wet face from him and reach out like a child. It makes you feel like one. But Eddie doesn't hesitate. He drags you out of your chair and onto the floor with him, tucking as much of yourself into him as he can. Arms wrapped around, thighs under yours, shaggy hair making a new curtain to protect your vulnerability from anyone other than him.
He covers you with warmth and care like a fiberglass blanket over a fracturing fire and it breaks you to pieces. Sorrow for yourself, for how you're feeling, for how hard it is to accept this comfort, for how much it means to you to finally have it now. For how willingly and readily Eddie was prepared to give it.
He holds you as you cry, whispering sweet things into your hairline like, "It's gonna be okay, baby, I've got you. I'm here." Rubs your back in little circles, presses his fingertips tighter when you cry out louder as the waves crash over you. He keeps holding you as your crying starts to die down into little sniffles, as your breathing evens out. He doesn't let go until you start to pull away, and even then it's with reluctance.
The moment he can see your face again he's cupping it in his big palms, eyes searching yours to see if he can find what is hurting you, slay the dragon that made you feel this way. When you just shakily smile, sniffling again, he presses a kiss to each cheek, to each eyelid, to the tip of your runny nose, to the center of your forehead. And then he drags you into his arms again.
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TOUCHSTARVED WISH LIST:
✦ Vere going absolutely feral after he sees the MC getting hurt ✦
It's a Soulless that hurts them? The monster barely gets a swipe in before Vere is on it. He's ripping it apart with his fucking teeth. He can't stop growling, even after the thing is already dead, blood dripping down his face, splattering his chest, smeared all over his chains.
He's a force of nature - beautiful and deadly in equal measure.
His ears are going to stay pinned back for a while. He can't relax. MC can try to calm him down and comfort him but his disposition won't go back to normal until he's satisfied. (Satisfied with patching them up, fussing over them in a way that's just this side of an insult.) He'll take them to bed, but only in the most literal sense. (He just wants to listen to their heartbeat with his tail wrapped around them until he feels better.)
. . . But what if it is a human who does it? Say, someone from the Senobium…
Vere wants to blot them from the face of the earth but he can't. Not with the collar on. He has to resort to trickery or manipulation if he wants MC's assailant to stop.
(And he has to act unaffected. He can't let on…)
It's absolutely maddening because he could squash their attacker like a bug if he wasn't so chained. He wouldn't have to watch this happen if -- he shouldn't have to watch this happen, they're his -- but he can't stop it, not the way he wants to. His hackles are up. His claws absolutely itch with the need to tear this vermin to shreds. His handlers will write it off as hunger, blood lust. (They'll be right, if only partially.)
Bonus Points: Vere seeks Kuras' help willingly in order to save MC's life.
The MC getting grievously injured…
Vere picking them up bridal style and carrying them to Kuras' clinic.
He doesn't wait in the line. (Not that there's going to be much of a line, people scatter like rats once they see his face.)
He'll break down the goddamn door if he has to. He doesn't say a word, just snarls at Kuras and refuses to be removed from the room while MC is treated.
(Does he fume in the corner the whole time? Or does he hover near Kuras, distrusting the angel, accepting the proximity despite his distaste?)
Kuras doesn't say anything either. He just gets to work.
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