Keepers week!

Mallowmelt (Fitz)

Sorry this is a day late! I'll try and get two days out today to make up for it! Welcome to day  on day three, I wish you happy reading.

Day 2:

Fitz glared at the crutches propped against the wall. He hated them, hated them with a burning passion, if he could walk without them they would've been long gone-!

A warning pain in his chest reminded him to take a calming breath. He needed something to distract him so he did the one thing that wouldn't trigger his echoes while still letting him release all of the bottled up feelings that he couldn't feel without, er, that happening.

Fitz sat at a chair whisking his frustrations into the batter, using telekinesis to open the oven and put the pan in, while the prior baked he'd start mixing up the next. This repeated again and again, who knew how long he'd been in the kitchen but he felt relieved, more free than he had in ages. The echoes couldn't hurt him here.

Alvar moved back in with them. Alvar, the brother who'd betrayed them in favor of the neverseen, he'd helped kidnap Sophie and Dex, and just because he lost his memory he was being forgiven?! Fitz slammed the oven door shut, red spots shrouding his vision as the now familiar pain spiked, he walked himself through the breathing exercises he'd been taught.

In for four, hold for two, out for four, repeat.

As the pain receded he measured the flour, sugar, and baking powder, pouring them into a bowl. He'd used to need a recipe, but he had them all memorized now. He'd used to panic whenever he'd had an echo attack, now he knew how to breathe to bring himself down from one, how to stay calm in stressful situations. His leg still hurt and he had a bad limp, but he didn't need crutches anymore. He was getting better, he knew his family had noticed the excess of baked goods and the pain his echoes caused him, but he was getting better.

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