Multiverse Mashup

Humanverse: A Normal winter night

A bit of insight on backstories, not to mention some angsty fluff. Humanverse (my take on it) is the star sans poly, just to let you know. It gave it that little bit of extra tooth decaying fluffy kick to it.

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In the dark kitchen, a grunt can be heard as several objects move around. The chair stops moving as they wait to hear if they have woken anyone else in the house. After a moment, the chair continues to move towards the counter, if Isaac was taller, he wouldn't need the chair to get a cup, or if he did the reasonable way, he would've just asked Dylan or Beau to get him a cup of water. However, he wants to prove that he isn't weak and he doesn't need to rely on anyone. He grunts before hearing the sharp clank of the wooden chair against the counter, he reaches out to feel the smooth, cold marble. He smiles in triumph, not that anyone could see it, and he climbs onto the chair, mumbling curses at the taller people who built the house. He steadies himself as he stands up before opening the cabinet door slowly, he doesn't want to smack his face again with the door. Slowly, as Isaac opens the cabinet, he reaches for a cup, praying that Henry had placed the glass cups in a different place, not that he would know in the first place.

Memories take hold of Beau's dream, twisting it from happy to tense. Staring down at bloody hands from training. A firm grasp on his sword as he would practice parries and thrusts. The way his old coach would drill him until his hands could barely hold the sword. Beau's eyes snap open as he shoots up in the bed, a hand covering his mouth to silence his gasp and shallow breaths. He takes a moment to collect himself before looking back at the bed. Beau stares at Dylan's sleeping form before hearing a glass shatter in the kitchen. With no sign of Isaac, he reasons that Isaac must have dropped a glass. He sighs before walking down the hall, not turning on the lights so everyone else stays asleep, and into the kitchen. A brief moment of gratefulness passes through him as he remembers that most of them are heavy sleepers. Shaking off the desire to just go back to their shared bed and hold Dylan close to hide from those memories. Yet, he needs to get Isaac back in bed as well. He turns to lean against the door frame, he stares at Isaac's short figure standing on a chair staring at a fallen glass. He figures Isaac heard him walking down the hall to him. He sighs softly as he watches Isaac try again for a cup.

"Inky, let me-" Isaac shakes his head with a frown, his long brown hair swaying behind him in a loose braid.

"No. I... I do it myself, Beau. Don't need help. I don't need other people to help me do everything all my life." Issac's Spanish accent is thick with drowsiness as he tries to remember how to speak English. Beau frowns before stepping closer, sitting on the counter next to him, but avoiding the glass on the floor. He wraps his arms around himself, feeling the winter night breeze on him from the open window, and licks his lips in a habit he never got rid of. His hand twitches softly and he stares down at it before looking back towards Isaac. Isaac smiles as he grips the cup closest to him and pulls it out. "You see? I did my own. Just no look at the glass on... um... el piso." He smiles in the direction of where he heard Beau's voice. His confidence wavers as he smiles, and in an instant, Beau knows. Memories and intrusive thoughts can be torture to oneself.

"Isaac, you know we don't see you as weak, right?" Isaac flinches at the question before turning away and making his way to the sink. Beau stares at his figure standing at the sink, the little light coming from the window shining on him. Confidence is very fragile for Isaac, all of their friends know, comfort is what he needs now. Beau can rebuild Isaac's confidence, it gives him something to focus on. "A lot of us look up to you."

Isaac pretends to not hear as he sticks his finger in the glass before turning on the tap. Beau slides off the counter before making his way behind Isaac and holding his little frame to his. His small friend deserves the world in Beau's eyes, and if at the moment Isaac's world is a hug, a hug is what Beau will give him. Issac smiles at the warmth of Beau before frowning. Isaac will never know what any of his friends look like, never know colors or how big the stages he dances on are, he thinks most people see him as weak.