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𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

;; tw(s) seizures
i have a cousin with epilepsy, but still, i don't think i'll be accurate with this. even so, i've done my research, so i have a general idea abt how this works.

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ryan lies himself onto the warm spring grass, basking in the heat radiating from above. he was more of a winter person, but truly, spring was pleasant. the sun was just right, breeze comfortable against his dark skin. he sighs with contentment, folding his hands behind his head.

two bare feet approach him through the green. "hey mister, enjoying the sun?" the man joins him on the grass, taking a seat next to him. ryan turns to his side, laying perpetual to his stomach. "hi." dylan cranes downward, capturing ryan's lips. he hums, as dylan cups his cheeks. the pair continue to kiss, pecking eachother gently every so often. they part, before dylan smiles. he stretches out his legs, knees towards the sky as he grins.

spring really was nice

"wanna to the go beach later? i have a pair of swimmers i'm just aching to bust out." dylan asks, after a moment of silence. no reply. he looks over, noticing how ryan has gone quiet.

the grass under him trembles, as does ryan, convulsing gently as he grunted. dylan purses his lips, getting behind ryan's head, bracing it. the birds in the trees chirp loudly, completely oblivious to what was happening below. ryan's eyes furrowed together, as dylan's heart clenches at the sight. he looked as if he were in pain, as his body shivered. this wasn't the most violent seizure of them all, some lasting more than 5 minutes as he shook the bed with shocking velocity.

so here they were, ryan had long stopped jittering, panting gently as he remained unconscious. dylan turned his head to his ear, the side of his face laying on the grass.

after a while, ryan parts his eyes, looking distraught and almost, confused.

"h-hey. what—"
"shh, don't force yourself to speak, i'm here, you're okay."

realisation soon comes to ryan, as dylan coos at him softly, cradling his head.

"how long w-was i?"
"bout 3 minutes, not that long, baby."

the nickname of endearment warms ryan up, soothing the goosebumps on his sensitive skin. he rubs his hand along his temple, before pushing it further down his chest. "you know the drill." dylan holds his index finger above ryan's eyes, prompting them to lock with it.

left, right, left, right the finger went, as ryan followed it. "good, any headaches?" ryan shakes his head no, as dylan sighs towards him.

the brunette gets up, before extending his hand. ryan takes it in his. "you're doing great." dylan hugs ryan into his chest, stroking his hair as gently as he could, as if he were something fragile. "i love you."

"love you too dylan."

;; fin (482 words)