Fics like Burning Flowers

Maybe the reason why his eyes hurt so much is because the sun is staring right back at him, taunting him with its burning, burning rays. His retinas hurt. They shouldn’t, right? That’s bad, right? Scott doesn’t know—if he knew he’d probably stop staring at the sun, or maybe he wouldn’t, maybe he’d keep begging, anyway. It doesn’t hurt to try. Curling vines wrap around his hands and feet before pulling him closer to the ground. The prickly vines weep with him, drawing tears of a crimson red liquid from his skin. It hurts, but what doesn’t at this point? At least the thorns understand his pain. <~~~~~> It’s not his eyesight that tells him who this is—it’s the aching chill of their armor, it’s the soothing voice curling around his body, it’s the calloused hands gently pulling back the thorny vines cutting his skin, it’s the faint smell of smoke and cinnamon hanging around them like a brand. “Nom…?” Scott hears himself ask, his voice broken and quiet as a whisper muffled against the fabric of Nom’s shirt where his chest plate has been discarded. <~~~~~> Or, bf!Scott hurt/comfort with comfort from Graecie and Nom! <3

Fics like Burning Flowers

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