Here's a prompt for anb: wiping away tears
you can use any characrer
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This was a punch in the gut to write but here u go
Content: Whumpee-turned-caretaker, vampire whumpee, [implied] touch starvation, [mentioned] past minor whump, conditioned whumpee, fear of abandonment.
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“I’m leaving.”
Carlos frowned, tilting and lowering his head to try and maintain eye contact with Ryker as he hunched over with his hands balled into fists in his lap. He looked so ashamed. So scared. Carlos couldn’t understand why.
“That’s a good thing, sir, isn’t it?” he asked quietly. The human nodded, but there was a moment’s hesitation there that he almost hadn’t noticed, had it not been for his ability to observe. “Why do you look so sad?”
He realised, as Ryker finally found it in him to show his face, that he was struggling to keep himself together. His bottom lip trembled and his jaw was clenched so hard that Carlos could tell it was painful.
“I don’t want you to- to think that I’m abandoning you,” he finally managed. “I wish I could take you with me. I would do anything. I mean - fuck, Carlos, I’ve offered them more money than I can physically give them right now. I exhausted myself trying to think of ways to take you that doesn’t involve going to fucking court, but there’s nothing else. I can’t…”
Carlos shuffled forward a bit, tentatively reaching out to take Ryker’s hand into his own. He remembered the amount of times the human had done it for him over the years, and how fuzzy it made him feel. It was all he could think of at the time, but Ryker seemed to appreciate it.
“I’m not mad,” he assured him, though it puzzled him that a human of all beings was frightened of him getting upset. He wasn’t sure he could anymore. He certainly didn’t want to try. “I’m glad that you’ve found a way to leave safely. That is all that matters to me, sir. That said, I will miss you very much.”
There was a small sniffle, and when Ryker finally looked up again he had tears dripping down his saddened face. That broke his heart far more than anything else. He didn’t deserve to feel sad. Ever.
Slipping his sleeve over his free hand, Carlos lifted his bony arm up to dry the tears. “You have no reason to be sad, sir. I’ll always be here.”
He couldn’t deny the small part of him that panicked on the inside, no matter how hard he tried to. Ryker was an important person to him, and not even because he owned him. He didn’t. He was just a nice person, and that meant the world to Carlos.
Now he would be going back to having no one but his owners again. The thought scared him, even if he didn’t care to admit it.
“Will you come back and visit me?” the vampire asked quietly as Ryker pressed his forehead into his chest for a moment. He lifted his bruised hand up to rest it on the back of the human’s head, ignoring the way his heart immediately warmed at the physical contact. “Please? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I would be extremely grateful if you did.”
Ryker didn’t hesitate, though his voice shook as the words left his mouth. “‘course I will. I’m so sorry, Carlos.”
Again, Carlos felt confused. “What for?” he whispered against the human’s hair. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m glad for you. You finally get to be happy.” He barely managed a small smile. For so long, he’d watched this kid struggle to escape his parents’ grasp. Now that he was finally succeeding, Carlos couldn’t not be excited for him.
Even if that meant getting left behind.
He worried even more when Ryker’s tears only seemed to increase at his words. Was he making him sad? He never knew what to say in these situations… perhaps he was getting it wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he doubted that it would be the last.
However, he realised after some time that it wasn’t him. If it was, he wouldn’t be moving closer to be better situated in the vampire’s arms. He wouldn’t be gripping at his hoodie and asking him to be held, like he had so many times as a child.
Carlos hadn’t cried in years. Not during torture or punishments, not over lost pets or the movies Ryker showed him on his laptop.
Yet as he held Ryker against his chest for the last time in what he feared would be for a while, he could feel the tears starting to escape against his will. He buried his face against the boy’s shoulder and tightened his grip as much as he could.
This was a feeling he could easily identify. A feeling he'd felt many times throughout his life.
He was scared.
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