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Echoes of the Past - Day 2

Prompt: "You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you."

CW: Extremely brief mention of Homophobia

"Sometimes, you tell yourself you have a choice, or had in this case, but you really didn't have a choice, Roman." Picani was leaning forward on his plush chair, his notebook in his lap. He was the epitome of relaxed but attentive, the epitome of calm. The room smelt like vanilla like it always did, but today it wasn't comforting. Today the vanilla was choking, too sweet for the state of mind Roman was in. "Just because there are alternatives, doesn't mean they applied to you. You were a kid, and yes, I strongly believe that 14 is still very much a kid. You didn't have the means or capabilities to enact some of these alternatives you have told me about, and what's more, even the ones you technically could have done would have left you in a very bad position, probably emotionally, financially, and security wise. You did what you had to do, and it's okay."

Roman wasn't looking at Picani, how could he? The doctor was far too nice to him, giving him excuses for not saving his brother. Roman had been battling with this for years now, going through ever scenario when he couldn't sleep at night and he knew in the deepest parts of his heart that he had failed. "But I just let him leave. He was alone and I didn't stand up for him."

"Trying to get him to stay would have hurt him more, you told me yourself that the two of you were in a bad situation at the time, and going with him would have put you in a bad situation. You did the best you could for the age you were at."

"But now he won't speak to me." Roman lamented the loss of his brother. When they were both 14 their parents had kicked Remus out, he was apparently too much to handle and the police in their small town were completely wrapped around the Mayor and her husband's fingers.

"That's his right. I know it's hard to hear, but even if you did the best you could, Remus was still hurt. What he went through had to be horrible, and he is still healing from that. You can't force a relationship, but you can be there when he is ready." Picani said with a soft sad smile, "He has to be ready to reach out to you. Sometimes, when bad things are happening, they can't be fixed. Sometimes you just have to wait out for everything to be okay."

Roman didn't like that answer. He didn't like the idea that he wouldn't be able to make up with his brother, that the two of them would be separated forever because of something their parents did and, in his mind, something he failed to do. The typically proud man was curled up tightly in a ball, fighting back his urge to run out and find Remus, to shake him until he accepted their brotherly bond again.

Dr. Picani held out a box of tissues to him and Roman took it carefully, still feeling like he shouldn't even be crying over something that was his fault.

"How about this? Why don't you start writing Remus letters, maybe even ask him if you could send them to him. You shouldn't expect anything from him, especially not at this stage of your relationship, but maybe it will help. It would give you an outlet to get all of your anxieties regarding the situation down on paper. Now that you have found him again, letters might be a good start."

Roman finally blew his nose, nodding. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." It was something small he could start on, something that would help him move forward a little bit when it came to getting Remus back. Even if he couldn't fully get his brother back, this was at least a start.

"Thank you Dr. Picani,"

"Of course, we are almost at the end of our session today. I think we are making a lot of headway and I want to talk more about some of these things later, but for now, I think it's a good idea that you do some self-care tonight. Do something nice that reminds you that you are worthy of care and affection. You aren't your perceived mistakes Roman, even when it's difficult to see that. And remember, not all options are ones that you have access to. Just because you think you could pilot the black lion, doesn't mean the black lion will accept you, and that's okay."

Picani gave him a smile, and Roman attempted to smile back as he stood. "I... I will think about it and try to remember that." He saw the slight dip in Picani's smile, but it disappeared almost instantly and Dr. Picani just nodded. Great, another person he had disappointed.

"That's all I can ask. Have a great day Roman, and I'll talk to you next week." He saw the way Dr. Picani began to scribble down some notes, saw the way his mind was already moving and turning. Roman wasn't sure if he felt better having someone so actively care, or worse having someone dissect him like that.

Instead of dwelling on it, he nodded silently, pulling open the door and slowly closing it behind him. Therapy wasn't always rough for him but some days were worse than others, and today had been extremely hard. This whole week had been hard, after worrying for such a long time that his brother was dead, Roman had finally found Remus again, but Remus wanted nothing to do with him, and Roman didn't know how to handle that.

His breath was shaky as he walked to his car, sitting down and letting the tears fall. He hadn't even fully processed the idea that Remus was still alive, and it seemed like his brother wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe it was better to think of Remus as still being dead... maybe it was better to leave his brother behind again.

Scrambling for his notebook, Roman rested it gently on the steering wheel as he began to write. Dr. Picani had said to write so that's that he was going to do. He probably wouldn't send this one to Remus though.

"Dear Remus,

I'm sorry that I couldn't have been a better brother back then. I have regretted it every single day."

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trashyswitch · 6 months

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Day 28: Massage

Emile treats Remy to a massage in an attempt to help him relax. But much to Remy's dismay (and Emile's excitement), Remy's a little bit ticklish on his back ribs and lower back. Can he tolerate it, even while Emile finds it funny?

Day 28! Another massage fic, cause why not. Remy and Emile are back, baby! I hope you like it!

Dr. Picani walked up to Remy, and smirked at him. “I want you to close your eyes and come with me.” Emile told him.

“Oooh? A little surprise? For moi?!” Remy reacted, surprised.

“Yup! But close your eyes first!” Emile ordered with a giggle before grabbing his hand. When Remy had his eyes closed and his left hand over his eyes, Emily brought Remy into the usual therapy room and closed the door. “Open your eyes.” Emile told him. When he opened his eyes, Emile presented the room to him excitedly. “Tada!” he declared happily.

Remy looked around, and noticed that the room was pretty much the same…only it was set up as a massage room instead of a therapy room. “Wow…It’s kinda…looks like you moved only 3 things, Emile.” Remy admitted.

Emile laughed as he placed his hands on Remy’s shoulders. “Well, kinda…but that doesn’t matter. You need a break, and I’m going to provide you one.” the doctor decided.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Emile, you don’t have to…seriously-”

“Shhhh.” Emile gently laid him down onto the bed, and . “Just lay yourself down…get yourself comfortable…relax…” He told him. “And let me massage your troubles away.” Emile started rubbing into his shoulders and kneading his lower neck. “B-But…Buuut…Oooooh mygod- that’s good.” He reacted, surprised to feel such professional massages against his neck. Did Emile have a secret massage therapy degree or something?!

“See? Worry not. Just unwind and allow yourself to rest.” Emile told him softly. “Dr. Picani will take care of you.”

“Mmmm…Ohyeah…Ooooh yeah…Mmmmmhmmm…” He mumbled, grunting and humming. The massage felt amazing. Emile was such a nice person to come up with an idea like this…he had no idea what he did to deserve it.

“How about here? Is this too painful?” Emile asked, moving down to his back.

“Oooohgosh-” Remy grunted and let out a breath. “It’sfine. Fine. Good.” He replied with an awkward smile.

“You sure?” Emile reacted.

“Positive.” He replied. “Don’t underestimate me and my pain tolerance.” Remy warned.

“Or else what?” Emile asked, poking his side. “You’ll leave your massage early?” He teased.

Remy jumped and attempted to slap Emile with his hand behind his back. “Dohon’t poke me!” Remy warned.

“Awww.” Emile went back to massaging his back again. “Alright.”

Remy held onto the side of the bed as he tittered and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh no, oh no! “E-Emile-!”

“Hm?” Emile replied.

“W-Whahat did I j-juhust say?” Remy asked.

“Oh? Does it hurt too much?” Emile asked, removing his fingers.

“Noho…No. It just tickled a bit…that’s all.” Remy admitted.

“Oh?” Emile reacted, before moving to the same spot. “This…” Emile pushed down a little bit on the spot on his back. “Tickled you?” He asked.

Remy felt a smile grow onto his face as plenty of giggles filled his lungs. “E-Ehemile!” Remy reacted. “Dohohon’t eheven think about tickling me.” Remy warned.

“Does that mean you admit it?” Emile asked.

“Admit what?” Remy asked for clarification.

“That you’re ticklish.” Emile replied.

“Well…well yeah, but-” Remy squeaked and hugged himself as Emile started kneading his lower back. “WAHAIT! EMILENO!” Remy shouted.

Emile giggled and rubbed the lower back near the buttocks. “How’s this area?” Emile asked, rubbing his back with his thumbs.

“Ihihit’s fihine. Aha lihihittle ticklyhyhyhy, buhut not bahahad.” He admitted softly. “Oh, that’s good. We don’t exactly want to kill you during your relaxing massage, do we?” Emile teased.

“Ihi’d rather nohohot behe kihihilled todahahay.” Remy admitted.

“Aw man…” Emile placed his fingers near Remy’s spine. “Would you rather be killed tomorrow?” Emile asked.

“Whahahat?! Nohohoho!” Remy replied.

“What about Monday?” Emile asked with a giggle as he moved his fingers up his spine towards the back ribs. Emile chuckled and shook his head. “Plehease nohoho! HahahAHAHA!” Remy gripped the bed as he let out some extra pent-up giggles he had saved up in his lungs. “EHEHEMILEHEHEHEE! TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!” Remy reacted.

“Goodness! Looks like I found a ticklish little pot at the end of the rainbow~!” Emile teased.

Remy snorted and cackled a little harder. “GOHOHOHOD! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Remy pleaded. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAAA!” Remy shouted.

“I’m not killing you! I swear!” Emile reacted, stopping his fingers.

Remy’s laughter lessened back to softer, more breathless giggles as he tried to calm down. “Ihi…” He looked at Emile. “I thought this was a massage appointment!” Remy admitted.

“It’s not completely a massage appointment.” Emile admitted. “It’s more a ‘loosen and relax’ appointment.” Emile explained.

“T-tickle fights only tense me up and make me jumpy.” Remy admitted. “Tickles don’t exactly help me calm down.” Remy admitted.

Emile bit his lip as he felt Remy tense up the moment he felt his back. “I can see that…Why is that?” Emile asked, tilting his head.

“Ihi don’t know…It just does.” Remy admitted.

Emile smiled and started slowing down his back rubs. “How about…I slow down the massages a bit.” Emile offered, drawing circles with his thumbs. “Mmmmmhmhmhmmm…Ohokahay.” Remy replied. “Ihit feels…” He gasped and squealed in a high-pitched voice. “eeEEK! Hehe…Hehe! Suhuhure.” Remy replied.

“Okay.” Emile focused his hands on his upper back to give Remy a bit of a break from the tickles. Though it still tickled a little bit, Emile was able to manipulate his hands so it was a little more bearable. “Is this a little better?” Emile asked him softly.

Remy sighed, letting out a couple giggles. “Yehes…this ihis behetter. Sooo much betteher.” Remy replied.

Emile smiled and kept it up for a little longer. He kept things somewhat quiet for a bit, letting Remy rest softly on the bed. He wanted to ensure he stayed calm and comfortable while in his massage room.

“So…Whehen did yohou…get your massage degrehee?” Remy asked him.

Emile smiled. “I got it at around the same time I got my psychology degree. I was very spry back then, and worked my head off for both degrees.” Emile told him. “I remember I had to finish my anatomy exam, and then head right to my graduation to get my Massage Therapy degree.” Emile told him.

Remy smiled. “Wow…That’s a lot.” Remy reacted softly.

“It was…It was the most stressed I’ve ever been. I couldn’t technically take a break. But…thankfully, some of my courses ended up turning into my breaktime, so it turned out fine.” Emile told him.

“That’s…wow. I wohould never be able to doho that.” Emile admitted, still slightly giggly.

Emile smiled and rubbed into his back ribs again, making Remy squeak. “Well…I did. So beat that.” Emile declared.

“BAHAHA-” Remy pounded his fists into the bed. “EEEHEHEHEHEHE! EMILE NOHOHOHO!” He shouted.

“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a giggle. “I couldn’t resist.” He admitted.

Remy sighed and hid his face in his arms. “Picani…I can’t relax when you’re tickling me like that.” Remy told him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop now. I promise.” He told him, before rubbing into his neck and shoulders. “There. Is that better?” Emile asked him.

“Mmmmm…Mmm hmm. Thaaaat’s soooo much better.” Remy admitted.

Emile smiled and massaged his neck and shoulders for a while. He didn’t dare go back down to his back, for fear of tickling him again. He rubbed through the traps, moved his fingers up to the spine of his neck, up to the lower scalp and scratched there a bit, before going back down to the lower neck and shoulders.

Then, Emile grabbed some oil and started rubbing it all over his neck and shoulders, before moving down his back, and down to the lower back before moving back up to the neck and shoulders. All the while, Remy was groaning and humming softly and contently. Emile seemed to just know the spots to go for. It was…rather inspiring, actually.

After about 30 minutes of proper massaging with minimal tickles, Emile removed his hands and cleaned up his back a bit. “There. How do you feel now?” Emile asked.

Remy smirked and brought his head to the right to look at him. “I feel like a million dollars.” Remy told him.

Emile smiled and dabbed his hands with a towel. “I’m glad.” he replied. “Now: I want you to take your time getting up. And if you feel any muscle aches or headaches, don’t worry…It’s normal, and it should go away in a day or two.” Emile told him.

Remy nodded his head and slowly began to get up. “How much do I owe ya?” Remy asked, pulling out his wallet.

“Oh my gosh, Remy…” Emile shook his head and pushed Remy’s hand of cash away. “It’s all on me.” Emile told him.

“B*tch, no! I’m paying you.” Remy ordered, pushing the money back.

“Nonsense. Take it back.” Emile insisted. “Emile…” Remy warned.

“Helping my friend is reward enough.” Emile told him.

“No, no. I’m not going to allow myself to take your love for granted. Take it.” Remy insisted.

“You never take me for granted. So don’t worry about it. My treat.” Emile said.

“Oh my go- At least let me buy you a coffee, or something!” Remy begged.

Emile chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Fine…A cappuccino?” Emile asked.

Remy smirked and nodded his head. “With pleasure.” Remy pulled out his keys and rang them in his hand. “Be right back!” Remy declared, running out of the room. Emile chuckled and shook his head as he put the fold-up mattress back into the closet. It’s a good thing he holds onto that thing after all these years…

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