Your Delicate Wings [CHASE]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Burning things was tiring and apparently you weren't allowed to sleep during the middle of the day because everyone else refused to shut their fucking annoying mouths. That was why Brent had ventured to the theatre hall and was relieved to find that it was empty. Finally, he was having some more luck. He didn't think anybody else was going to walk in for a while so he'd gotten comfortable by draping himself across a row of seats then fallen asleep. All was silent, apart from the teacher's quiet snoring.

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[chase michael jackson]

Sometimes days were just worse for Chase. When he saw people in the student lounge talking about family things and fathers and even some talking about getting wasted that night, it hurt Chase. He was sensitive about it. He knew he was close to crying at that point. The memories of his past were flooding into him like crazy and every second was like he could feel himself getting beaten over and over again.

He had to get out. He ran and ran until eventually he got to the theater. He wasn't sure he should be in here, but didn't care as he rushed in and slammed the door behind him. Once he was in, he slid down the door and sat down. He started crying, oblivious to the snores coming from within the theater.

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent awoke from his peaceful slumber when he heard the door slam shut. Since the theatre was so empty at the moment, it had echoed rather loudly. He sighed quietly but wasn't too annoyed about being woken up, this wasn't his room after all. It wouldn't have been fair for Brent to have expected to not be disturbed whatsoever. He had managed to have a decent nap too, which was good.

Slowly, Brent got up, briefly stretched his aching muscles and went to look and see who had woken him up. What he found was a crying Chase; not some annoying brat that had come to make his life more of a misery. So, Brent quickened his pace in order to reach the upset young fae sooner. God, he wasn't good with crying people. The hybrid supposed he could only do his best here. Even if he feared that wouldn't be good enough.

He paused, wary that he'd dirty his trousers if he sat down but, screw it, what were washing machines for? Brent sat himself down next to Chase anyway. He didn't know what he was meant to say now. He turned his head to look at the fourth year in a mixture of concern and discomfort. "Hey..." Brent tried for an almost unnoticeable smile, keeping his voice gentle. Yup, he could totally do this whole 'caring' thing.

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[chase michael jackson]

As soon as Chase saw Brent, he quickly tried to wipe his eyes. He didn't want to cry in font of Brent. That wouldn't be good. It made him seem like some fucking wimp and he really didn't want that. He tried to stop himself from crying, but when he did, more flashbacks came into his head.

The minute Brent sat down next to him, Chase couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around Brent's middle and laying his head on his chest. He just... couldn't. He needed to be close to someone and Brent was nice to him before. Chase felt the concern. Brent wouldn't hurt him, and Chase needed someone. "S-sorry. I-I'm s-sorry."

[brent zachary mckinney]

The man's eyes widened when Chase wrapped his arms around him and... woah, okay, when had caring been a good idea? Well, that had been his initial train of thought. Which was followed up with him coming to the conclusion that it wasn't that bad because, well, it was Chase and Brent was trying to be a good person. So he didn't flail around and stare at the poor guy in horror.

"Shush, it's fine." he whispered. Brent then moved one of his hands to gently stroke Chase's head while he held him close. A part of him was kind of finding this ridiculous though but Brent knew he shouldn't run away.

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[chase michael jackson]

No, it wasn't fine, but Chase would deal with it. He had bad days and all. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him and he knew he should get over what happened but he just couldn't. Soul faeries were supposed to be able to control their own and other people's emotions. So why couldn't even control his own. He was a shit soul fae.

"S-some days a-are just w-worse than o-others." Chase stuttered out as he held onto Brent as tight as he could, trying not to find it weird that he was crying and holding onto a professor in the theater because he broke down and Brent happened to be there. It was weird, but it kinda felt good.

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[brent zachary mckinney]

It wasn't pleasant or enjoyable to see anybody in such a state, it lead Brent on to wonder what exactly had happen to the young man. He looked down at the faerie, frowning again, but this time for a different reason. Because he couldn't work out why he was letting Chase sob on him and cling to his shirt. If this were anyone else, the brunette would've rolled his eyes and sent them on their way.

"Mm. he murmured, "Gonna tell me what's the matter?" As he spoke, Brent tenderly pushed a strand of hair to the side of Chase's face. ...What was he even doing?

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[chase michael jackson]

Was Chase going to tell him what was wrong? Chase supposed that maybe he should since he was holding onto the man. He deserved to know, right? Chase just wasn't quite positive he was able to get it out. Maybe if he just... told him a part of it, that would be enough? Chase wasn't sure if it would be, but Brent should know. He thought.

"M-My past i-isn't good. M-My dad w-was mean. A-and j-just..." Chase couldn't say anything more than that. He just... couldn't. He choked back a sob. "I-it's the reason I-I'm the w-way I am."

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent was sort of surprised that he got an answer out of Chase, he wouldn't have minded if he hadn't been given the beginnings of an explanation. Chase hadn't told him that much but it was enough for Brent to get the gist of things. Of course, he didn't know exactly what had gone on between Chase and his father and it wasn't his place to start asking more question when the guy was in such a state. "Well, you can forget about him for now and I'll promise to burn his face off whenever I see him." Brent almost smirked. But smirking would be kind of inappropriate at a time like this.

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[chase michael jackson]

Chase actually blurted out a small laugh through the tears when Brent said he would burn his face. Chase actually thought he would like that. He wasn't sure it was the best thing in the world for pay back, but Chase thought it would be satisfying for him to see that. He wanted to open up to Brent. He really did. "H-he beat me, Brent." Chase whispered, not caring that he used the professors first name and didn't call him professor or anything. It wasn't like Chase had him. Nor was it like he was acting like Brent was a professor.

Sniffing his nose, Chase pulled away from Brent enough to take off his sweatshirt. He thought maybe it would be better if he just showed Brent the scars on his chest from how his father treated him. There was also the scars on wrists from his own self harm. "H-he killed my mom too. T-that was when I r-ran away." Tears were falling down Chase's face again. He had never told anyone before.