Little Royal

Uncle Auggie to the rescue

Wille was still sitting in the corner when there was a knock on the door an hour later. He tried to answer, but his voice failed him. The door slowly opened, August's head peeking in, "Wille? Are you coming to rowing practice?". The boy was smiling, but when he saw Wille on the floor, eyes red and puffy, curled in on himself, he immediately came in and closed the door. He crouched down in front of the younger boy scanning his body to see if he was hurt in any way. "Hey, what happened?", he asked, voice soft as not to scare the boy. Wille was barely present, he felt numb, only feeling dull pain where he picked at the skin on his fingers. August noticed the action, breath hitching when he saw how the boy drew blood. He took his hands, not wanting the boy to hurt himself further.
"You wanna tell me what's happening Wille?", August asked again, trying to get Wille to look at him. When the boy still didn't answer, he decided to just hug him, the comfort of the hug making Wille cry again.
He couldn't stop thinking about Simon and how he had left him. He had left because being with Wille hurt him, which was something that Wille had never ever wanted to happen.
He had hurt Simon, and he never wanted to hurt him again, that's why he didn't object to the boy leaving him, realizing that the boy would probably be better off without him.
Wille leaned into August's warm hug, looking for comfort from his heartbreak. The fuzzy feeling started to take over his mind and he didn't want to fight it since August knew anyways and he really needed the comfort. He let the feeling envelop him, like a soft cloud it wrapped itself around him, but not even that could take away his sadness. He was still heartbroken, but it felt easier to let himself be comforted now. When he was small, he didn't care about keeping up a facade of strenght, his adult instinct of repressing his emotions leaving him. Wille sobbed, grabbing fistfuls of August's shirt. The older boy pulled him into his lap, rubbing his back, cradling him close, realising how fragile Wille felt in his arms. Trying once again, he whispered "What happened Wille?". The younger boy was shaking in his arms, struggling to breathe he sobbed out, "Simme leave me-", he hiccuped, "said I hurt him". August tensed, he never liked Simon, but he made an effort because Wille seemed happy with him, but now anger rose in his chest. He didn't want to scare the boy, who was clearly regressed, August noticed, so he held off his anger for a later time. Swaying Wille in his lap, he shushed the little boy, trying to get him to breathe. After some breathing exercises, Wille calmed down to a point where he was still crying, but atleast he could breathe normally, August deciding that he wouldn't make the boy repress his emotions like he was forced to as a child.
"Would you like me to get you something?", he whispered, still holding the boy close. Wille pointed to the bed, "Prins please?", he whispered shyly. August looked over to the bed where he saw the plush frog sitting and smiled fondly, thinking of Erik. "Would you like to sit on the bed with me? I think it would be more comfortable there than the floor, what do you say?", he gently nudged the smaller boy, who nodded in response, his thumb making its way between his lips.
August hoisted himself up, picking the boy up with him. Wille immediately clung onto him like a koala, nuzzling his head against the taller boy's chest. August smiled fondly, happy that the boy trusted him to take care of him.
He sat down on the bed, Wille still clinging to him. "Didn't you want to cuddle with Prins?", August promted, handing the frog to him. Wille gasped, grabbing the Frog, hugging him tightly. He decided that he still wanted to stay in the tall boy's lap though, liking the warmth and comfort it gave him. "Isn't it more comfortable under the covers Wille?", August chuckled. Wille protested, "Nuh, wanna stay with Auggie.", he curled up even more in the boy's lap.
"Auggie, huh?", the older boy teased. Wille whined at that, blushing and looking away in embarrassment. August gently lifted the boy's chin to look at him, "I was just teasing you, don't worry.", he tapped Wille's nose, making the little boy giggle. "Uncle Auggie does have a ring to it, doesn't it little guy?". Wille beamed at that, "Uncle Auggie!", he repeated, liking the way it sounded.