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[arcanepower]

Who: Belthazar and open!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now

[video;]

[Belthazar is usually much more careful about what he broadcasts, but this time he doesn't care. He's in the grips of a tantrum the likes of which haven't been seen for a very long time. He's a blackish blur off the edge of the screen, ripping things off his walls and throwing furniture like it's going out of style. He's screaming but not out of any particular physical injury; it's that of sadness and anger and desperation.

He hurls a chair at the other wall and it sounds like a bone breaking. Probably a 7/10. Passable work.]

He's gone! Why is he gone!? BRING HIM BACK!!

[He's a mess of hair and glowing green eyes and rage. He slams his fist on the table just in case that last bit wasn't clear enough.]

Do you hear me, Atroma?! [His voice cracks mid-yell thanks elf puberty.] I will hunt you down! I'll dismantle you piece by piece! I'll wipe you from EXISTENCE! I'll-- I'll--

[His eyes well up and he cuts off the feed, presumably to hurl more things at the wall until he feels better.]

Comments

[child_of_bhaal]

[She will continue to hug, and she may have added a small circular rubbing on his back.]

You had good reason. Still do.

[It's nothing that can't be cleaned up. It's just stuff.]

[arcanepower]

[That is really distracting. It's hard to sob and be completely hopeless when she is basically acting like the comforting parent he hasn't had in quite a while.]

Now I just want to clean it mercilessly, and the rest of the ship, too.

[He sniffles and he hates the sound, but at last he's able to finally pull his face away from her shoulder.]

Ugh. Crying is so gross.

[child_of_bhaal]

The mess will keep.

[She doesn't have a handkerchief to offer him, else she would. But what she does do, when he lifts his head, is gently brush some of the wet off his cheek with the back of her fingers.]

You'll feel better for letting it out. Eventually. Why don't we sit for a little bit, hmm? Talk. Or not. Whatever you need.

[arcanepower]

[The gentle gesture makes his eyelashes flutter. He misses his sister so very much in that moment; she would do the same thing whenever he started crying.

He looks around. He broke the chair, so that leaves...]

I guess we can sit on the bed.

[child_of_bhaal]

Come on.

[Keeping her arm around his shoulder, she steers him that way. She'd intended to sit him here anyway, even if he hadn't suggested it. Comfort is what he needs just now, and she was trying to provide as best she can.

She stays close, offering to let him lean on her without forcing it. She is reluctant to stop holding him, he seems still so distraught. So she leaves her arm around him, a loose tether that could draw him in or let him go as he wished.]

What do need? I'll do whatever I can.

[arcanepower]

[He lets her guide him. He's so not full of fight right now even with the mega-tantrum. At his heart, he's just a kid who really only lashes out when he's scared, and it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.]

I don't need anything.

[He might not be hugging her anymore, but his fingers are still attached to her shirt. He's tactile that way.]

Please don't leave.

[child_of_bhaal]

[A tall order, but not unexpected given the circumstances.]

I'm not going anywhere.

[She could make promises, but she can't know if she can keep them. But for right now, she can stay here with him. She can let him cling to get, and she can comfort him as best she's able.]