12-07-2018, 01:52 AM
Kirby did his best not to panic, locked down the frantic racing of his heart, the buzzing in his head that wanted so desperately to be frenzied words jumbling into a terrified mess--not the fuckin’ time. He could fall apart when the crisis was fucking over, and it would be over. So he breathed, and he tugged Kharon close and wrapped him up in a hug.
Mom’s okay, baby. She’s okay. I don’t know what happened, but we’ll find her, and everything’s gonna be okay. He would make it be okay. There was no other option, there was no them without Lacey, so it just was not allowed to be a possibility that they’d lost her forever. Hell, with the amount of magic in this gods-forsaken place, there was bound to be someone who could bring her back even if she had died, so no. It’s gonna be okay, baby. She’s gonna be okay.
He held Kharon close and dug deep to be strong for his boy, to be steady and solid and everything Kharon needed from him right now. They’d find Lacey, safe and sound and whole, and he’d probably lose his shit and yell at her for scaring them, and she’d tell him to go fuck himself and that he didn’t own her and it’d be just another normal bit of banter.
They’d find her. Because it would kill him if they didn’t. It would kill them all.
We’ll find her. We will. When’s the last time you heard her? They could start from there, narrow it down. Figure out how long she’d been missing at least. Fuck, was it because of--nah. Just a talk. It was fine. Probably fine at least. Fuck. Okay. Shh. Focus. He took another steadying breath and kept his eyes on Kharon, ready to work together and figure this shit out.Bite my shiny metal ass.
Mom’s okay, baby. She’s okay. I don’t know what happened, but we’ll find her, and everything’s gonna be okay. He would make it be okay. There was no other option, there was no them without Lacey, so it just was not allowed to be a possibility that they’d lost her forever. Hell, with the amount of magic in this gods-forsaken place, there was bound to be someone who could bring her back even if she had died, so no. It’s gonna be okay, baby. She’s gonna be okay.
He held Kharon close and dug deep to be strong for his boy, to be steady and solid and everything Kharon needed from him right now. They’d find Lacey, safe and sound and whole, and he’d probably lose his shit and yell at her for scaring them, and she’d tell him to go fuck himself and that he didn’t own her and it’d be just another normal bit of banter.
They’d find her. Because it would kill him if they didn’t. It would kill them all.
We’ll find her. We will. When’s the last time you heard her? They could start from there, narrow it down. Figure out how long she’d been missing at least. Fuck, was it because of--nah. Just a talk. It was fine. Probably fine at least. Fuck. Okay. Shh. Focus. He took another steadying breath and kept his eyes on Kharon, ready to work together and figure this shit out.