The Boy & The Fairy ❊a five hargreeves x oc❊

Ch. 5 ❊ Familiar Comfort and a Decent Cup of Coffee ❊

After leaving the courtyard, Iris and Five made their way to her room, the boy wasn't sure how to comfort her...

He missed out on Reginald Hargreeves golden years, he had no idea what the man did to her. He knew what was stated in Vanya's book, he knew that's why she's stopped aging, and now he knew that she still woke up screaming.

The thought of Iris, wide-eyed, and sweating, screaming in terror, wasn't a picture he liked to imagine, but it had become her reality. He only wished he knew how to comfort her, and to kill the man who had brought her such pain, but he was already dead...so there goes that idea.

Upon their arrival to her room, she flopped face down onto her bed, her cheek resting on her arm as she stares out the closed window. Five could see her deep inhales, as though she was trying to pull herself together.

Releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, he walks to her window, pushing it open, allowing the wind to sweep the room. He turns to face her, leaning against the window sill, watching as she closes her eye and inhales deeply, watching as she grounds herself back into her environment, attempting to shake the overwhelming emotions of the others in the large house. Eventually, her breathing slows down, and her eyes flutter back open, staring up at him, a small smile rising to her lips as she watched him.

He wanted her to look at him like that forever. Her eyes were full of emotion, big and green, and her smile, soft and warm. A stark difference to how she had been only moments before, it made him wonder if only he could calm her like this, or if she had found someone else to fill his place.

Selfishly, he hoped it was only him.

He watches the way she rises from her lying position and sits back against her headboard, untying her pink Converse, and kicking them off onto the floor, crawling under her covers, patting the spot next to her for him to fill. The action brings an amused smile to his lips, moving away from the window he sits next to her, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He wonders softly, offering to be her ear to listen and her shoulder to cry on if need be.

Iris releases a heavy sigh. Thinking back on the entirety of what happened, she knew Diego was attempting to make a point, to get the rest to understand, mainly Luther, the man they had been mourning. The girl couldn't fault her big brother for that, he was grieving too...but a small part of her couldn't help but feel hurt that he had used her trauma as an attempt to win an argument against the man who had turned a blind eye to their fathers wrong doing's for years...

Iris had come to terms with the fact that Luther's high opinion of their father wouldn't be so easily changed, she just thought Diego and the others had figured that fact out as well...

The girl contemplated whether or not she was ready to go into detail with the boy next to her, about the torture she had endured in this house after his disappearance...due to his disappearance...she picks at her cuticle with her nail, wincing slightly as it begins to bleed, the boy next to her grabbing her hand softly, stopping her action, bringing her eyes to meet his own.

"Don't hurt yourself Flower." He demands gently, "If you're not ready, we don't have to talk about it. I just thought I'd offer."

She stares into his eyes, the very same ones she had noticed had become so cold, and hardened in their time apart. His expression remained serious around everyone else, but she liked how it softened when he looked at her...

He should know, she decided.

He should know why she isn't the same girl he once knew...

"After..." she began, pausing to debate where she should begin, "after you disappeared after dad had concluded you..." She releases a sigh of clear heartache, squeezing his hand tightly, as if to check he was still there. "that you weren't coming back...he continued on like he always had... the strict schedule, the rigorous training, the missions. It was almost as though nothing had changed, not for him. He had your portrait painted, hung it over the mantel within the month, and expected the rest of us to act as he did." She mutters bitterly, "Some of us did... Luther and Allison got back into the grove of things fairly quickly, Klaus, Diego, and Ben took a little longer, but they learned quickly that It was easier to fall into line than to fight against him... Vanya, did her part when she could, she left out your sandwiches, and left the lights on for you...but eventually, she moved on too, she forced herself to. " she explains, staring straight ahead at the wall, as though she was reliving it.