ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴍᴀʜᴀᴍᴀᴛʀᴀ (
cashewlater) wrote2023-02-17 09:53 pm
you don't listen anyways; i'll be quiet, i don't really feel like fighting
It's.. fine, Tighnari.
[ it isn't fine. it's never fine, when this happens, and it's always clear, exactly what is going on. cyno's home situation has never been good, never been comfortable, but cyno plows through it, because he has no other choice, because soon, he'll be eighteen, and he won't need to deal with this ever again. though he has no memories of his mother, cyno can't help but think that his father had been a happy man, back then, before she left him alone with a squalling babe. that he hadn't simply given cyno up to the system is a miracle in and of itself, one that cyno's father is always sure to remind him of. he drinks, and slurs, and slams cyno to the wall.
i kept you, when your own mother didn't even want you. you owe me, kid. ]
I just got into a fight. That's all.
[ which isn't necessarily an untruth, even if cyno still feels incredibly guilty keeping the reality of it from tighnari, but what else is there to say? he can't tell him the truth, even if it's as clear as the bruise around his eye. beneath his oversized hoodie, his ribs ache. cyno shifts from foot to foot, where they stand at the entrance to tighnari's home, adjusting his backpack, fiddling with his thick, fluffy hair to better cover his bruised eye. he chews his lower lip, worrying at the golden stud there. ]
Anyway, I'll.. see you tomorrow, yeah?
[ it isn't fine. it's never fine, when this happens, and it's always clear, exactly what is going on. cyno's home situation has never been good, never been comfortable, but cyno plows through it, because he has no other choice, because soon, he'll be eighteen, and he won't need to deal with this ever again. though he has no memories of his mother, cyno can't help but think that his father had been a happy man, back then, before she left him alone with a squalling babe. that he hadn't simply given cyno up to the system is a miracle in and of itself, one that cyno's father is always sure to remind him of. he drinks, and slurs, and slams cyno to the wall.
i kept you, when your own mother didn't even want you. you owe me, kid. ]
I just got into a fight. That's all.
[ which isn't necessarily an untruth, even if cyno still feels incredibly guilty keeping the reality of it from tighnari, but what else is there to say? he can't tell him the truth, even if it's as clear as the bruise around his eye. beneath his oversized hoodie, his ribs ache. cyno shifts from foot to foot, where they stand at the entrance to tighnari's home, adjusting his backpack, fiddling with his thick, fluffy hair to better cover his bruised eye. he chews his lower lip, worrying at the golden stud there. ]
Anyway, I'll.. see you tomorrow, yeah?

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You should stay the night too.
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Stay the night? [ light pink colors his cheeks. ] All right. Sure.
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Tighnari brightens, though, that Cyno agrees to spend the night and when he gets inside he hugs him gently. ]
Mom! Cyno's here.
[ He wanders in to the dining area and the table is already set and he just quickly grabs another set to make a place for Cyno. ]
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he's always liked tighnari's parents. they're warm, kind people, they raised a son that is so wickedly smart, independent, inquisitive - they allowed tighnari to be the person he wanted to be, to grow and learn. being around them gives cyno a feeling of.. belonging, a hint of what it's like to be part of a happy family. ]
Hey, Mrs. Jlassi.
[ cyno calls, watching as tighnari's mother's face pops through the archway to the kitchen, smiling brightly at the sight of them both. "Oh good! You'll be staying for dinner, then," she says in a way that will brook no argument, and cyno chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. ]
Sure.
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Can he stay over for the night too? We've got some stuff to work on.
[ She hums her agreement and Tighnari brightens not that he had had any doubt that his mom would agree to let Cyno spend the night. They liked Cyno and they knew that he had a difficult home life even if Tighnari never said anything specifically about it.
It's not hard to see the signs. ]
There, it's settled.
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thankfully, tighnari's family is kind and tactful, and they do not put him on the spot. dinner goes well, comfortably, and cyno unwinds a little, even tells a few terrible jokes while they all eat together, and when they're finished, he helps to clean up, carrying the dishes to the sink, and drying them as tighnari washes. it feels.. nice. domestic. normal.
and when they're finished, they head up to tighnari's room. ]
Thanks for dinner.
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His dad had thought they were positively hilarious. Of course.
Tighnari drops on his bed once they get up to his room which is covered in plants and books for the most part. He smiles at Cyno. ]
I'm glad you stayed.
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but soon enough they're released from duty, and cyno snags his backpack as they make their way up to tighnari's room. that smile eases his heart. ]
Thanks for inviting me. I should probably.. text my dad and let him know.
[ dropping his backpack, he tugs his phone from his pocket, beginning to punch in a message. his dad won't care, if he's even home tonight at all, but if cyno were to not come home without letting him know, he'd absolutely be asking to get his teeth knocked out. ]
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[ Tighnari frowns, reaching to grab his phone away before he can send it. He knows he's being stupid but he doesn't want Cyno's father to ever know anything about Cyno. He doesn't deserve to. He sighs and looks down at the message the other had been typing in. ]
What if you just never go back?
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.. never go back?
[ ah. he knows what tighnari is getting at, what he's trying to say. cyno glances quickly aside, embarrassed. ]
C'mon, 'Nari, don't be ridiculous. He'll be angry if I don't let him know.
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[ Tighnari says stubbornly. ]
We have room for you... I'm sure my parents would let you stay with us. You don't have to...
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[ he tries, but he knows his words are foolish. he knows he cannot hide the bruises and sprains from tighnari, knows that he can only make up so many excuses before they start to sound thin and useless even to his own ears.
he laughs dryly, mirthlessly. ]
I.. he - he'll.. drag me home.
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"I won't let him," Tighnari says stubbornly, his brow furrowing. "You don't deserve to get hurt like this."
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"You can't stop him, Tighnari." After all, Cyno is still underage, and by law, he can be dragged home. Not to mention his father is a police chief. How can Cyno fight that? He rubs at the back of his neck, his side aching.
"It's fine. I'm almost eighteen. I've been saving up.."
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"That's still so far away," he frowns.
"I have to be able to do something to help you!"
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"You are helping me," he says, softly, pressing his face to Tighnari's shoulder. "Just being beside you is more than enough. It's just.. a couple more months."
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"It's not fair, though, Cyno. There has to be something my parents could do..."
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"No - no.. I don't want you to get your parents involved. They're.. they're so good to me," he says, biting his lip. Tighnari's parents have been kind and welcoming from the moment they met him, and the last thing Cyno wants is to wrap them up in this, the mess of his life. "Just two months. I can.. I can manage, okay?"
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"That's why they'll help... they can help," Tighnari says softly, his eyes closing tightly and his parents care about Cyno. They would know what to do if Tighnari and Cyno went to them. He knows they would.
"So much can happen in two months, Cyno," he says quietly, resisting the urge to tighten his arms around him.
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"It.. it's really not that bad," he says, carefully lifting Tighnari's chin with his knuckles. "You're worrying too much. My dad just - he.. he has a bad temper sometimes, but it doesn't - he doesn't.." Gods, he sounds pathetic even to his own ears.
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"Just be honest, Cyno."
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Being honest about this is difficult, because Cyno is not even honest with himself when it comes to his relationship with his father. Swallowing thickly, he looks away, one hand moving over his sore ribs, clutching. "I.. it's just -"
What can he even say?
"I don't want your parents to know. I don't want anyone to know. It's.. it's humiliating."
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“The only person who should be humiliated is your sperm donor,” Tighnari says sharply, narrowing his eyes, his ears pressing flat. “He could seriously hurt you, Cyno... I don’t want to gamble on that. I don’t want to see you get hurt. You don’t deserve this.”
He sighs and his hands are balled into fists pressing down against his own thighs.
“My parents could help you. They wouldn’t ask any questions.” It’s not that hard to see what’s happening after all. If Tighnari said Cyno needs help they would believe him and they would believe Cyno.
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Hot tears sting the corners of his eyes, and Cyno sucks in a deep breath, blinking them rapidly back. Tighnari promises something wonderful, a warm, happy life where he doesn't need to worry about having his ribs broken for making a mistake, where he could have parents that love and support him - ah, what a bitter taste it is, that coats his tongue. How could he possibly ask Tighnari's parents to intervene on his behalf? Besides..
"He's.. the police chief, Tighnari. No one will believe me. Everyone thinks he's some.. some upstanding guy, and I'm just his punk kid."
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"How could they not believe it? There's proof all over you!"
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