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quiet place p1 -- second coming/purple

part 2 vvv

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Some part of Sec wondered if themself or Purple were breathing worse.

Of course it wasn't a debate or a challenge to see who could hyperventilate first, that would be stupid. They were only really thinking about it because the way the two of them were going, one of them was bound to pass out and Sec couldn't let that happen. The situation was bad, and felt like it could only get worse from here, but they had each other and surely they could pull a win out this time too. The hopeful thought couldn't ease the worry and panic deep in Sec's gut, though.

Sec scoots closer to their friend, and settles an arm across Purple's shoulders. The smaller being didn't look up, arms locked around her legs as her knees press close to her shaking body. Her face is hidden from view, tucked into the space between her legs and torso, but Second Coming can hear the sniffling. If only they had more time to hang out with just each other, maybe Sec would feel comfortable pulling Purple into their lap and hugging her tight like they could with the other four. Instead they just pat her back.

"I'm sure they're okay." Sec starts, scooting that last inch closer to press their sides flush. Maybe too intimate for a friend and not a best friend, but maybe being mad at them would be better than Purple falling apart. Purple doesn't react, so Sec continues. "And I'm sure that Mango isn't gone forever... This has, uh, happened before to Yellow and we got her back. Mango is so strong and adores you and wouldn't--"

Purple finally turns to look at Second, and their voice breaks and quiets. Purple kept a strong facade--Green never explained what happened to her before they met exactly, that wasn't ever his story to tell, but the implications were never good. Purple kept positive and while always notably quieter (unless making music with Green) she never seemed that hurt. But here, in this quiet place, there was no mask anymore. Purple was weeping, and Sec's mind boggled at how she wasn't making a sound aside from her laboured breathing and sniffles. The urge to pull her into their arms and hold tight almost overwhelm them, and their arm not across her shoulders does rise, but they do not act on it. That's rude.

"Purple... I'm sorry. May I hold you? I don't--" Second is immediately cut off by Purple unfurling and practically leaping into Second's arms. She sits side-saddle across their lap, her arms around their shoulders as she begins sobbing loudly into their chest. Ah. She was keeping quiet as not to annoy them, Second guesses. Their arms wrap around her and hold her tight, scooting back against the wall of this empty villager hut so they could lean back.

Purple is really quite light. Sec's carried everyone but Purple at this point, and she's light as a feather. That must make flying easy, but that can't be healthy, right? Sec's hand gently rubs across her back as they focus their whole mind on comfort. They can't fall apart if Purple already has, that's... they can't. They'll weep when Purple is alright and can't see them break. They have to be strong because she isn't. God, she isn't. Purple shakes with her loud sobbing, and something in Sec's heart breaks for her.

When Mango had gone into that Lucky Block, everyone had been ready. Purple didn't really get why they were so scared at the time, but Sec guesses she knows now. He exited a different man, a new crown on his head with an odd light underneath, his eyes wide and wild and glowing. The speed at which he sent Purple through a summoned Nether Portal was staggering, and only Second had had the time to dive after their shell-shocked friend. The look of fear on Purple's face as Second reached for her hand is seared into the back of their mind. Though, maybe that was Mango sending his adoptive kid away with whatever strength he had left. Sec can only hope.

Finding this empty villager house was a lucky break. The portal had shunted them through a second portal into the Minecraft wilderness, but the second hadn't been kind enough to not slam them into the rocky outcrop it dumped them out on. Sec's back still aches from where they had twisted to take the impact for them both. They doubly don't regret it though--how would Purple be faring if they HADN'T? The idea is terrifying.

Second is returned to the present when Purple quiets. Her voice is small and weak when it crackles out "Sorry". Sec's eyes widen and they sit up a bit, hand on her back stilling as they look down at her.

"Sorry? For what?" They respond, voice practiced and even. They can't get scared now. They can't. They want to be so, so bad, but they can't. They can't. Especially not when Purple unfurls again and they lock eyes and all Second can think of is that Purple didn't need to fall to get shattered. The look in her sullen eyes could put widows to shame. The grief, the anguish, the pure hurt. Second wishes they knew the whole story, so they could say something, anything to even quiet the emotional damage visible in Purple's eyes. Her eyes were usually so kind and bright. Sweet and enthusiastic. Sharp and smart. This went beyond fear, this was... suffering.

"For--for not being, being useful right now." She responds after sniffling and swallowing. Purple is so small like this. Her hair is messy from the fall, her eyes puffy and red from crying, her shoulders slumped. The energy, the fight, it's just gone. Not that Second thinks Purple was ever really amped up to fight, but whatever she had had is somewhere far away.

"You don't have to be useful. That was scary and you might've gotten hurt from that fall, it's okay to be sad. Not to mention how close you and Mango got since, y'know..." Since he nearly destroyed Minecraft and Purple. They both got better, but still. Purple's eyes finally break contact and drift away, looking around the little shack. Something in Sec wants her to keep looking at them, to explain why she hurts so bad, confide in them like the four had. But she doesn't say a word. "Um. You hungry?"

She glances back. As every second passes, Purple's eyes grow less sad and more empty, like the light's gone out instead of turning blue. At least crying was getting some emotion out, but now she's closing the door. That isn't good. Or is it? Second doesn't actually know all that much about psychology, though given how much their friends confide and rely on them as an emotional core, they really oughta. Second leans forward before thinking, a hand raising to cup Purple's cheek with their palm against her jaw. She freezes. Second freezes. Second's mouth is dry.

Seconds pass, and after her eyes droop further, Purple's face presses into their hand. "I'd like to... to nap. I can't... I'm sorry. I'm weak and, and not very strong right now at all. You're so strong and you should be there with them, but you're here with me and I'm crying all over your shirt and making a mess and being awful--"

Second's hand raises to her shoulder to grip it gently. "Hey." Their voice is warm, and quiet, and forgiving as their hand trails down her arm so Sec can pull her closer. "You aren't weak. You aren't awful. You're so strong. If Alan got possessed, I probably woulda shattered. But here you are. You're okay, I got you. You can nap, that's okay. We can get food and equipment from the villagers when you wake up. You're okay. This village is a quiet place. I'll keep you safe here."

Purple bursts into tears again after a moment of silence, lurching forward to tuck her head under Second's as she bawls. Second has to hold their breath to not join her. The hand that had been at her cheek moves to carefully hold the back of her head. Her hair is soft, and this close Sec knows it smells like strawberries. Where does she even get her shampoo? Adtown? Wait, that doesn't matter. Sec's other hand rubs her back again.

When Purple quiets, it's because she's fallen asleep after minutes upon minutes of crying. Second sits with her, holding her carefully as they scoot over to the nearby bed and yank the blanket off to wrap around them both. Maybe a little intimate, but Second can't find it in them to care. Purple might get cold, as this village is in a tundra on a rocky mountain. Warmth and comfort are all that's important right now. Sure, as Sec moves the yellow covers around them, all they can think about is Yellow and the others and how they're holding up against Lucky Mango, but Sec doesn't have a way back to them to even start to help. All Sec can save is Purple from hypothermia. They're sure they just made her sadder, anyhow. Figures.

At least she's warm. Second pulls her close and tucks the blankets below themself to make a little insulated pocket for their short friend. They lean their head back against the cobblestone wall, body still thrumming with a dull ache as they try to relax. The wall is warm where their back had pressed against it, which is nice. As they look at the ceiling, their mind wanders back to their friends. Will they be okay? Will that force have possessed them, too? Surely if it could this time, it would've taken Purple instead of sending her off. Probably? ... Hopefully it can't. Hopefully the rest had fled or won. Hopefully they're safe, and not alone.

Second doesn't realize how tired they are until they wake up the next day. Honestly they hadn't even noticed they had fallen asleep until they wake, flinching in confusion. They take stock of their surroundings--they're warm in a blanket, far away from Alan's pc in a village, Mango is possessed, and Purple is--

Hey. Where is Purple?

Second leaps to their feet, blanket falling to their feet. They race around the one room in this house, lifting things as panic builds in their chest. Where could she have gone? It's so cold outside, she looked so defeated and empty last night so surely she can't have just wandered off for fun, she could be in danger and Second was fucking NAPPING--

They're shaking, breathing deep but too fast, hands balled into fists and arms straight. They've stopped tearing the room apart but they're the last thing to fall to pieces. They lost Purple. Something must have come in the night and stolen her away, and she's lost in a cave with no tools or stuck in a Pillager outpost or caged in some witch's hut to be used as a guinea pig or walking into the room with fur-lined leather armor or--huh?

There Purple is. She certainly doesn't look jovial, but she doesn't seem so... defeated as before. She's holding up a second set of fur-lined leather armor, already wearing a purple-dyed set. When Second snaps their eyes to her and their eyes meet, she looks a little shocked. Second banishes their panic attack like it hadn't even begun happening, a smile breaking across their face as they walk up to her. There's silence for a moment. In that silence, two broken people see each other's pieces.

The moment is gone after Second shivers. "Thanks! Sorry about that." They take the armor as they speak, pulling the orange-dyed leather on and basking in the insulation. Purple manages a little smile, patting them on the shoulder.

"It's okay. You seemed really out of it so I talked to some villagers for this as thanks for, uh. Putting up with me I guess." She shrugs, and Second notes she has her Elytra on. Good shout, honestly, speed is key when it's below zero.

"Oh, you didn't--we're friends! Friends comfort friends." Second grins, hands settling on their hips.

Purple snorts. "We're only friends because we're both friends with the same people. We hardly talked before now. I'm barely better than a stranger."

"... Well," Second begins, grin already fading. "I don't think of you as a stranger. Just a friend I haven't had time to get to know yet. This is a good opportunity for that, as we get our bearings and get home to save our buddies and your dad." They reach out and pat Purple'e shoulder again. A flash in Purple's eyes grabs Sec's attention--the flicker of an impulse quelled. They've seen it in Yellow and Red quite a lot. What impulse, they wonder?

"Thanks, Sec." She puts distance between them. Emotional distance. Her voice is painfully casual. "I met the mayor, we should go inform him you're awake and see what we can figure out about making a new portal."

It takes Second a moment of quiet pain--pain? Why? It's just a friend being unwilling to talk about her feelings or even admit she has any--to respond. "Yeah! Good idea!" The enthusiasm is fake. This all feels fake. They want to hold Purple and cry more, but they both know they can't. They have to keep up the charade of being capable of movement and thought so neither breaks. As much as Second wants to.

They step out into the dense snow together.

-- to be continued --

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