a cane named abel

“I don’t even want to go in public anymore,” Taeyeon confessed quietly as she tried to turn her head into the pillow,

Sungmin used his thumb to keep her chin still so she couldn’t move her head, “Why? Because you’re bigger now?”

“Even you think I’m fat!” Taeyeon cried,

“Taeyeon, think rationally. You know I don’t think you’re fat and even if you were, I’d still love you and I’d still think you’re beautiful,” Sungmin stated firmly, “I know your hormones are making you crazy right now, but try to think things through before you start crying.”

“It’s hard not to cry,” Taeyeon muttered as more tears filled her eyes, “And you keep being so sweet and I just want to cry even more!”

“I’m not being sweet, I’m being honest.”

With his new-found strength came a sunburst of scarlet streaking through Kyuhyun’s mind. His eyes had been tightly shut and now he saw red as if someone had taken a brush and painted his thoughts. It had been far too long since he had last seen the colour and, now, it was almost blinding in its vibrance. He clutched Mijoon even tighter like an anchor that kept him steady, kept him safe as he felt his mind soaring. The red faded but, then, flashes shot through his mind. Thoughts, feelings, memories.

Mijoon reached out to him but Kyuhyun held up a hand, stopping him. He had thought learning so much of his past had been overwhelming. But what had just transpired in his mind was much, much worse. He felt as if he had been standing on the edge of some precipice and each time he had spoken to someone about his past, he had moved closer and closer to falling over. Now, he felt as if he was already tumbling forward into the abyss, not knowing when he would reach the bottom and what would happen when he got there. His head pounded with pain as if his mind was overloaded with memories, as if it was bursting at the seams and he couldn’t take any more remembrance.

“I rather like when he is green, it adds colour to our team,” Thor said,

Steve chuckled, “He certainly does.”

“I wonder if Tony would ever consider keeping on his armour all the time. If we put him beside Bruce, it would be like the colours of you mortals’ holiday Chris’ masts,” Thor laughed at his own humour, “Mortals are so easily amused with the flashing lights.”

“It’s called Christmas, Thor and it’s the feeling of family that makes it such a wonderful time,” Steve paused for a moment, “The lights are an added bonus, though.”

“Perhaps introducing this holiday to my brother will make him happier,” Thor pondered.

“I’ll admit this once: I didn’t consider all the variables. All I could think about was that he was fighting alone and I had to stop them from hurting him.”

“Why can’t you ever say that? I’m sure these squabbles would end sooner if you just admit your actual reasons for the few inane decisions you make during missions,”

“No, it wouldn’t make a difference.”

“Maybe it would. You’ll never know unless you try.”

“Spoken like a true scientist,”

“And, considering you are one, too, that means you accept such a theory and will apply it to your life,”

“Actually, that means if I apply it to my life, then my life might spontaneously combust.”