Blue Coat

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TW: Self-harm, suicidal thoughts and ideation

Sun God often found himself sat alone on top of the highest point of the Faction Isle to overlook the sea after a long day, but he didn't normally find anyone else up there.

He couldn't tell who it was at first, he made his corporeal form visible as he let his particles set him down on the cliff behind the pirate.

Scott hadn't felt happy in a long time, he was hurting inside and out and he just wanted to jump down onto the rocks below and have it all be over with.

"Hey, don't do it please," Sun God spoke, watching the elder Denholm spin around to face him.

"Sun God, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Scott's mask of false happiness re-graced his face, "Nothing is broken is it?"

"I am concerned about you Scott, come, walk with me," Sun God offered his hand, the particles that floated around his arm brought slight warmth to the surroundings.

Scott took a small step backwards, a few loose pieces of dirt tumbling down the cliff into the depths of the ocean below.

"I just want to listen and help you, I promise I will not judge you," Sun God could feel his heart in his throat, he waited with a baited breath until Scott took a step towards him and the two started to walk down the path.

"Sorry..."

"Don't ever apologise for hurting Scott, you are allowed to be upset, you are not in any trouble for being upset."

"You weren't raised as a Denholm, 'Do not cry. Show no emotions. Do not feel. You live only to discover'," Scott recited the mantra he'd been raised under in a monotone voice, tears welling in his eyes more than before.

Sun God made a mental note against Hudson and Aurelia Denholm as he took a deep breath in, "You are allowed to be upset, I will not judge you for having emotions."

"I have to be perfect, anything less is not acceptable in my family," Scott sighed, pulling at his own sleeve to try and ground himself.

"No, because perfection is impossible even amongst the gods, you are human and everyone feels," Sun God led the elder Denholm brother into the safety of the Heron territory, sitting by the fire with him, "What's up?"

"I want to stop the scars that grow every time I go home or my parents come back," the boy in the blue coat muttered, resting his head on his arms as he brought his knees to his chest.

"Oh Scott," Sun God placed a gentle hand on Scott's upper back, frowning as Scott flinched, "Hey, it's just me, you can cry."

Scott finally let himself cry, the comfort of Sun God's presence and the hand on his back made him feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

"Your parents will not hurt you ever again," Sun God promised, adjusting Scott so the he was crying into the deity's chest.

"They have to hurt me, if they don't hurt me then they hurt Acho. I would take it one thousand times worse to protect star," Scott spoke through broken sobs.

"I swear to you, on my own godly honour, they will not hurt you or Acho," Sun God shivered as he pushed some of his warmth around himself to kept Scott's body temperature regulated.

Scott stifled a yawn, his crying had worn him down to the point that he was now almost asleep against the god.

Sun God picked Scott up and transported him into one of the room in Owen's tent, smiling wearily to Owen, "Could I crash here tonight please? I don't want to leave him."

"Of course, thank you for taking care of him. I was worried sick when he just suddenly disappeared," Owen ushered them into a room with three large beds.

"Any time, and I mean that. If you call then I will come as soon as I can," Sun God set Scott down, watching the tired male remove his jacket and put on one of Owen's spare nightshirts.

"Thank you Sun God," Scott gave him and Owen a quick hug before he blacked out into a deep sleep.

"Of course Scott. Tomorrow I have a lovely little chat with Hudson and Aurelia Denholm," Sun God hissed the second part quietly to Owen after he was certain that Scott was asleep and unable to hear them.

"I am coming with you. I have heard things from Acho... and Scott," Owen promised, handing another spare nightshirt to the deity before they both went to turn in for the night.

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