Whumpee had been so quiet, so pliant, so easy to deal with for the first few months after their rescue. They let Caretaker tend to their wounds and hold their hand without a fuss, they ate and drank whenever they were told to, they answered every question they were asked.
Then, suddenly and for reasons unknown to Caretaker, they were acting the exact opposite. Suddenly they were refusing to allow Caretaker to touch them, screaming, crying-- begging to be left alone, to not be harmed. They stopped cooperating, fighting Caretaker tooth and nail on every little thing.
Used to the easiness from before, it doesn't take long for Caretaker to become exasperated-- and finally, they snap, shouting at Whumpee for being so difficult.
Whumpee freezes on themselves instantly-- instantly lowers their head, instantly apologizes in a feeble, pliant voice, instantly reverts back to the way they were before.
Caretaker soon realizes that Whumpee wasn't fighting to be difficult, but fighting because they could. In those first months, Caretaker had become the first person Whumpee trusted to listen to them-- to actually care if they didn't want something.
Whumpee only nods along with that pliant expression when Caretaker tries to apologize, letting Caretaker hold their hand.
lovers, captured together, facing each other in an interrogation room. one of them forced to watch as their partner is beaten, shot, cut, shocked—hell, even waterboarded— while they can do nothing but struggle against their restraints, they can’t touch, can’t offer any comfort. gagged— they can’t tell their SO sweet little promises that everything is going to be okay.
maybe:
a) they made a vow to each other long ago —the organization, the cause comes first. no matter what happens, no matter the pain, they wont talk.
b) one of them has been left in the dark —to protect them, to keep them safe— they genuinely don’t know anything, their captor demands intel they simply don’t have, they swear they don’t know anything over and over again but the captor doesn’t care.
c) they talk. they give up names, codes, locations, anything to make it stop. but their captor keeps hurting their partner anyway. eventually, all they can do is beg. please. stop. just stop. let them go. keep me, take me instead.
d) they’re ready to spill every secret, to end the torture until they meet their lovers eyes and see them shaking their head. don’t.
Он будет цвести🥹
Кактусик🤧🤧
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Это среда, мои чюваки!!
Наконец начинаю возвращается в нормальный режим.
Рано иду спать, рано встаю, читаю книги, даже собираюсь устроить для себя писательский челлендж.
Первая половина января была очень напряжённой, и, кажется, я выхожу из того состояния апатии и лени после этого.
Очень сильно радует, надеюсь, что сейчас не наступит очередной меланахоличный период и это все не превратится в прах.
Надеюсь.
Алгебра😀👍🏻
Я вчера весь день буквально:
и у меня еще осталось дз...
О нет, коробку оккупировали🥲🥲
Репостю счастливую карточку Юньли, лишь бы выпала😅😅