(Day 3 of Whumptober 2021)
Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @lave-whump
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Fandom: Original work
Warnings: lady whumpee (no whumper), referenced fantastic prejudice, referenced panic attack, referenced homelessness, panic, touch repulsion, trauma
No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT…
taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”
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Nari and Jamil sit at the kitchen table for a long time after Liliana rushes out, lost in their own thoughts. Jamil is probably berating himself for feeding the kid bacon, and Nari knows she should talk to him about it, but she can’t seem to pull herself out of her own spiral of, What do we do? How can we possibly fix this…fix her?They’re in way over their heads. Yeah, they all came into this team with their own types of trauma, but not like this. She’s not a therapist. None of them are. That’s what the kid probably needs, a therapist, but somehow she gets the feeling the suggestion wouldn’t go over well.
Jamil is actually finally the one to break the stormy silence. “Um, do you want some breakfast?”
Normally she’d get it herself but he needs something to do right now, something to make himself feel better about what just happened. “Sure. What you’re having is fine.”
He busies himself getting out eggs and firing up the stove.
“You had no way of knowing.”
He nods without turning around. “Yeah, I know. Still feel bad, though.”
“I know.” She sighs, drums her blunted fingernails on the table top. “It’s gonna take time.”