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It started when he was shoved into the closet by Deimon's friends. Solas was walking out from the mess hall after cleaning up and was heading upstairs to the bathroom when low and behold, he was pushed into the closet…With Deimon. The door slammed before he could steady himself after stumbling so far back. Of course, Deimon didn’t plan to get caught up in his friends’ shenanigans, rushing to the door pounding it with a clenched fist. All they got as a response was a couple giggles and the sound of the group running off. Solas couldn’t believe he was stuck in here with his bully- This absolute dick. All Deimon and his friends do is torment him any chance they get; It is constant. Shoving him, tripping him, taking things, all the time. And yet, he still doesn't know why after all these years. Deimon spat out obscenities at his friends through the door demanding to be released.
“You assholes, open the fucking door!” He shouted. Solas stayed towards the back of the closet near some forgotten miscellaneous items. He’d loosely crossed his arms and hunched forward a bit, waiting for Deimon’s tyrant to end.
He took a step back from the door, letting out an aggravated sigh. He gave Solas a piercing glare as if it was his fault they were stuck in here.
Solas calmly slipped past him to peek through the crack between the doorframe. They’d locked the door from the outside and as suspected, no one was there. Just great. They probably all went outside to the field by now. He stepped back suppressing a groan as Deimon cornered him by some boxes.
He spoke as if he were by himself, like Solas didn’t exist or that he was beneath him as always. “I can’t believe I got stuck in here with you, this is bullshit”. Not amused, Solas responded indifferently, “It was your friends that locked us in here”. He sounded calm but what he meant was passive aggressive. And true. He had nothing to do with this, it was Deimon’s friends who had the bright idea even though he himself would’ve done the same. He was probably pissed off he didn’t know about it until he ended up in this closet, Solas thought to himself.
He scoffed at Solas. “Yeah like I asked them to lock me in here, real smart”. Deimon ranted on. Solas tuned him out, being grateful there was at least a light on above them. He would hate to be locked in this closet and stuck in the dark. Bumping into Deimon would’ve set him off or something and he was already being treated like the scapegoat of this situation. “Hey! You listening?!” Solas nearly jumped. “W-What”. He zoned back in.
“I said where are they, Dipshit”. Deimon repeated. “What? I dunno…Outside?”, He shrugged. “It’s an hour until everyone gets back”. He continued in his calm and collected tone. They’re his friends, how was he supposed to know? The nerve of this guy. This predicament, being locked in here; He was somewhat used to this sort of charade, while Deimon on the other hand, was not.
“What the fuck?! What do you mean an hour?!” Deimon shouted at Solas like he didn’t know.
Solas stayed quiet, he really did not want to interact with Deimon right now. His need was making itself known again the same as it was before he was trapped in here. He leaned back on the wall and quietly sighed. He hoped he would be able to get out soon since his desperation was gradually growing. Deimon would continue on with crossing his arms and angrily pacing near the door talking to himself. Solas really wanted to get out of here, he was really starting to get nervously desperate now and he certainly wasn’t going to let Deimon see that. He stood as still as he possibly could without looking rigid or fidgety, arms still crossed. It was not easy but he managed for the time being.
The two fell silent. They both eventually receded to the ground waiting for anyone outside to hopefully walk by. Solas took this quietness to let his mind wonder, mostly about this predicament. Goddamnit. Why’d he have to be locked in here now. He closed his eyes with his hands firmly on his knees to keep them from sliding between his legs. He really needed to pee right now, it was getting increasingly urgent. He let his eyes scan the small room for some sort of pot or vase he potentially could use if fate was not on his side but his first thought was Deimon. He couldn’t even use whatever container he’d get his hands on without Deimon noticing immediately. It would be practically impossible, not to mention humiliating. He’d never hear the end of it, everyone would know.
He cringed at the thought and suppressed a whimper. He’ll just have to hold it until they get out of here, not too hard he thought. But he quickly resented that statement, it was becoming increasingly difficult by the second. Sitting down on the floor kept a ton of pressure on his bladder and it was grueling to ignore the tingling spasms his body was signaling.
He glanced over at Deimon, who looked…tired. Maybe he would fall asleep, giving Solas the perfect opportunity to hold himself for some much needed relief. Several minutes passed before he started to doze off himself. He glanced over at Deimon a final time to see him slightly turned away, sleeping just as suspected. He sighed in relief as he firmly clasped his hands onto his crotch. At least now he was certain he could hold it for the time being. With that thought, he allowed himself to drift off as well to pass the time.
…
Evidently, Deimon was the first to wake up from his short respective nap. The drowsiness wore off quickly when he blinked a few times and stretched. He remembered where he was and why he was here and instantly got annoyed again. He looked over at the door, seeing it still closed and groaned. He glanced over at Solas, who was still asleep. He wanted to get out of here and his only chance was seemingly to wake Solas up, as much as the thought nauseated him.
He was repulsed by the idea of even touching him. But it was necessary, he doubted he’d wake up any time soon.
He first lightly taps the tranquil boy on his shoulder with the back of his hand. He did so again with some more force when Solas let out a groan and ignored him.
Deimon lost his patience and ended up flicking Solas’ face, hard. That seemed to work instantly.
“Augh! What!” Solas quietly but effectively exclaimed, before realizing he’d been holding himself in his sleep. He blushed and quickly put his hands to his sides and tensed from the strong twinge in his bladder from removing his hands. Deimon stood up while bracing against the wall, still being sore from napping. He dismissed Solas’ behavior as annoyance from being awoken so abruptly. “How long have we been in here?” Solas rubbed the aching side of face, getting some slight deja vu like he’s been asked this question before.
“I dunno…” He replied tiredly and stood up as well. He started scanning the closet before Deimon also did the same. The two looked through boxes in the corners before their eyes set on a shelf with containers on top. Deimon took the box down and spotted a clock. He grabbed it with the intent of some clarity.
“What? 10 minutes? There’s no way”, He spat out with disbelief. Solas turned at the sound of this and walked up to him to examine the clock. He took it, winning a glare from Deimon, and flipped it over. This clock was definitely broken or something of the sort. “Oh…”, He opened up the back, “…There’s no batteries in this thing”. Solas stated.
The two were dumbfounded. There’s no way of telling how long they’ve been in here and there was no movement outside. Solas started getting anxious at the thought. It could be another hour or so before someone opened the door. He frowned. Deimon interjected his thoughts, “Goddamnit, they forgot about us in here”. Wow. ‘Us’ as in, unanimous. Hey, at least this was something of a bonding experience for them but Solas doubted that it would last once the day was over. His bladder spasmed. He winced and paced a bit as it settled again. He masked this as him looking around for something else so as to not get questioned by Deimon.
Deimon sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned against the wall in defeat. He crossed his arms and tapped a finger impatiently, being bored out of his mind. He did not want to strike up a conversation but what other choice did have? He was locked in here with another person, might as well keep himself from going crazy or some shit. He huffed, “What are you looking for?” He said in a mildly agitated tone. He noticed Solas looking frantically across the room. Crap. He’s catching on, he thought. “Uhm…I dunno. Something to do, there’s probably a confiscated game around”. He made up on the spot. Come to think of it, that’s not such a bad idea. Look for a distraction from your predicament. Deimon scoffed. “I guarantee there’s nothing fun in here, I would’ve noticed right away when we found that busted up clock”. He ignored him, trying to focus on not dancing around.
Solas continued ruffling through boxes for a few more minutes before inevitably giving up after realizing Deimon was right. Lord, the silence was deafening and he was trying his hardest not to grab himself at this point. He really needed to get out soon, preferably now.
“Tsk, see? There’s nothing and we’re stuck here. We’re stuck in here and there’s nothing to do and there’s no one”. He exasperated. He felt like his ego was diminishing by the second, shattered even. He couldn’t believe this happened. Weird, it actually made him upset that his friends did this even as a joke. Almost seemed as if he was hurt by it. He glanced up at Solas who looked very tense leaning on the wall adjacent to his. “What’s wrong with you?” He says with no concern in his voice whatsoever.
He nearly jumped at the thickening tension in Deimon’s voice, a little more and he would’ve probably leaked. He nearly shivered. “Nothing”, He calmly said in his usual timid demeanor, “ I just…don’t want to be locked in here”. He finished. “What are you claustrophobic or something?” Deimon cocks his head curiously, thinking of a potential next scheme. “N-no, it’s been what…probably an hour at least, they should have been back by now”. Solas replied. He moved to the door and looked through the crack again and saw no one. “Ugh, those assholes”. Deimon muttered. “Ohhh ho ho when I get out of here, oh man they’ll never forget it”. He shook his head and cracked his knuckles with an angry, sinister grin.
Solas backed up to his original resting spot on the wall. He pushed his thighs together and slightly bent at the waist. He kept his arms crossed to hopefully hide his desperation but he didn’t have long before he would certainly slip a hand to his crotch. He couldn’t. Not with Deimon around casually chatting about his friends, not while he’s not getting his usual torments by this guy. If he grabbed himself now, it would be a literal nightmare. He couldn’t even begin to fathom what would happen. He strikes a pained expression on his face before he breathes and tries to interact with Deimon as he continues another rant. “…That bitch, he probably was the one behind this. Heh, I knew one of these days he was gonna do something like this. Those rats instigate too much, they set him up”. He practically talked to himself.
Solas couldn’t understand why anyone would be friends with people they clearly hated or people like Deimon no less. And it was a complete mystery how he could talk about them so much. He couldn’t even think badly of his friends if he even tried, what little of them he had anyway. He cherished them and they mutually did the same. Speaking of which, Deimon brought it up as if he were reading Solas’ mind. “Hey, don’t you hang out with that girl with the hat? Nik or something? Pff! I feel sorry for you, don't you even have a choice on who you hang out with?” He smirked. “Oh man, when was the last time she even said a word? I swear she’s like mute or something”. “She talks to me all the time”. Solas mumbled. It’s true she does talk to him, it’s just with Deimon’s constant bullying she couldn’t bring herself to when he was around. “Oh oh oh! What about that one who went missing huh? Or did she just not want to be friends with you anymore heh. I heard a rumor she ran away because she couldn’t stand being around you anymore”.
Okay that one wasn’t true at all. He clearly didn’t even know the full story and it made Solas irritated,
But he kept quiet and looked down. He didn’t want to argue with what was real and what wasn’t when his bladder was nagging him profusely. Focus on one battle here. He frowned. He thought they were getting along but he was mistaken. Here goes Deimon with his normal charade again, trying to rile up Solas and make him emotional or something. Luckily, Deimon dropped it pretty quickly. Which soon made Solas aware he was going to start noticing his discret movements. He was starting to squirm, keeping his arms firmly crossed.
Deimon dragged out a sigh again, upset with Solas’ lack of engagement. He struck up something new to talk about like playing soccer outside on the field. Something his friends left to go do while they were trapped in this closet because of them. Poor Solas was trembling now with his fingers clawing at the wall behind his back. It felt like he was dragging nails on a chalkboard. He bet he was scratching the wall so hard it would leave marks which would be almost impressive, if for not of it being because he needed to pee so desperately.
“Damn, they probably went out to eat or something afterwards. That’s probably why they’re not here”. Deimon concluded. Made sense, They should’ve been back but for whatever reason they’re still not here. Solas couldn’t imagine waiting another hour, it was practically impossible now with the way he was struggling. His bladder sloshed inside him, almost winning a whimper out of him. He shut his eyes, thankful that Deimon was so oblivious.
Solas pushed himself away from the wall and started slowly pacing around. “The hell are you doing now?” Deimon questioned. So much for him being oblivious… “Stretching my legs…”, He lied, extending out his legs randomly as if to look like he was shaking them out as if they’d fallen asleep. He took this as an opportunity to dance around a bit to keep his bladder from leaking. He returned to the wall a little bent over but unfortunately he kept squirming.
Deimon eyed Solas but brushed it off once again. Scoffing as if he just did something spectacular to piss him off. “How has no one found us yet, we’ve probably been in here for hours now”. Solas swallowed thickly. It couldn’t have been hours yet, that would mean no one was looking for them which definitely would be an issue among the staff. Two missing teens in one day. That would bring up some serious questions. “No…If it were hours a lot would be going on right now, someone would’ve found us”. He stated. Deimon eye’d him in annoyance of an unwanted answer. He tried to keep his cool and not let his desperation show in his voice. This was getting bad, and still no one yet.
His desperation pulsated throughout his body, coming in intense short bursts. Every few moments there was the agonizing pain of needing to pee only for it to subside temporarily. It was torture, a repeating cycle of painful torture. His face held a grimace waiting for Deimon to talk about something that’ll take his mind off it. He spoke first to allow Deimon’s response, “W-where do y-you guys eat after playing on the field for the hour?” He managed through his wavering voice. His throat felt dry and he couldn’t stop shaking. Interestingly, Deimon answered in a well mannered tone. “That small food place by the market…I’m pretty sure you know the one. Everyone practically knows the owners at least”, He continues, “The ones who do the noodles”, Solas couldn’t take it anymore and started pacing around again but didn’t stop. “…That one…couple…” He trailed off staring at Solas’ restlessness. Shit. “Seriously, what’s wrong”. He asked again, this time actually sounding concerned while slightly agitated, if that were even possible.
Solas replied but never stopped, “N-nothing I’m fine”. He barely manages out. “No, You were doing that earlier too, walking and looking around. What is that?” He says more as a statement rather than a question. “I-I’m fine, j-just walking around”- “No. The hell is wrong with you?” Solas grits his teeth. His face felt flushed and yet he was still not breaking the motion of his constant jittering around the room. He couldn’t. “Deimon now’s not the time” “Dude! what th”-
Solas’ stomach cramps up. He immediately stops and wraps his arms around it and crosses legs, moaning in pain. “Oh my god if you hurl in here”- “I have to pee! I have to pee! Oh my god I have to pee so bad!” Solas finally blurts out, gripping his stomach harder. Tears form in his eyes from how tightly they’re shut. Deimon is silent with his mouth agape, taking in what’s unfolding in front of him. Solas doesn’t move. His heart pounding in his ears from the unresponsive Deimon next to him.
Then the snickers came… And then he burst out laughing. “Wait seriously?!” He forces out between his fits and continues, “Pff! Wait actually?! Oh man! That’s literally perfect, oh my god!” He carries on with giggling. Solas just wanted to die, he wanted the floor to swallow him up, he wanted to be rid of this torture already. Everything was just peachy, from Deimon’s uncanny laughter to the consistent ache in his bladder everything was going great. Just great.
Deimon winds down, wiping tears from his eyes. Solas’ face was already warm and red enough, he did not want to hear anything else right now. He goes back to pacing but much slower this time gripping the bottom of his shirt tightly. “Ooooh man that’s rich, hehe”. Closing off his sentence with a sigh as if he reminisced on good times or something. They stay quiet for a solid minute and it’s agony. Deimon was so amused watching Solas twist his legs in place, clenching his fists at his sides, shifting all over the room; Any and everything. The twinges in his bladder were relentless, they didn’t stop at all and the fear he had of making the wrong move made him sweat.
It didn’t take long for Deimon to tease him. “Are you suuuuure you can hold it? Hmmm I dunno, it might be a looooooog time before anyone comes back~” He said with a smirk. It’s clear he wanted this to play out as long as possible or he would’ve messed with Solas by now. He huffed in response, annoyed, regretting even saying his problem out loud. At least he would’ve suffered in silence while Deimon asked whatever.
The unwanted thought of using a corner flashed across his mind. Of course he couldn’t do that in here, especially with Deimon. Wow, that sure was becoming an overused excuse. Sure, the closet was spacious enough for them to be at different sides without touching, but it was still a closet and all of the contents of Solas’ bladder would certainly end up spreading to both of them. Definitely not the experience he wanted to encounter. He’d probably earn some dumb gross nickname from Deimon, it made him shiver. One way or another there was the possibility of the floor becoming wet, and neither were to his liking.
He retreated again to his side of the closet and swayed in place with the occasional shifting from foot to foot, focusing on the door. He mentally kept telling himself not to think about it, chanting it over and over but it was obvious that it was not going to work. He was well past the point of ignoring his urgency. Now it was the challenge of keeping it all in.
As much as he tried, he couldn’t ignore Deimon’s staring. God, he didn’t even have to glance over at him to know he was looking intently. It was as if he was looking into his very soul. He shut his eyes again trying to find some peace when- “Ohhh are you gonna wet yer self?” He mocked. “No, I'm not going to wet myself…” Solas unintentionally responded, tired of Deimon’s shit. He sighed through his nose and opened his eyes. “Whittle Sols’ gotta pee?” He taunts. This was humiliating. And on top of that, it was getting harder to move. The tiny bounces and shifting turned into shuffling his feet on the floor. He somehow still managed not to hold himself yet but it was inevitably going to happen.
He groans, throwing his head back in aggravation. He retreated into some form of slumped over wall sit, at least trying to keep his thighs as close together as possible. It was pretty sloppy and wasn’t really all that helpful to him, he realized. He maintained a shaky, sweaty grip on his shirt, refusing to let his hands wander.
“You gonna cry?” Deimon intercepted again. That obnoxious smirk never left his face.
Solas purses his lips, noticing how much the bottom one had been quivering. He swore he was getting a headache from all the energy he was exerting just to not wet himself. He slides back up the wall to an almost completely hunched over standing position. He strains to not put any pressure on his bladder but he felt it tense up the moment he moved.
He feels a spurt of his first leak leaving him in his boxers and that was it, he couldn’t take it anymore. He audibly gasps and shoves both hands between his legs onto his crotch through the front of his pants. He hissed in pain and held his breath, waiting for the intense aching sensation to pass. Deimon’s laughter filled the room, he was gripping his stomach from laughing so hard. Solas couldn’t move at all. He longingly stared across at the door with tears in his eyes, as if to summon an unknown presence to open it as a last resort.
The boy next to him was enjoying this a lot. Remarking when he could, “Oh my god, did you just piss yourself?!” He exclaimed. A horrified expression fills Solas’ face, forcing him to glance down at himself to reveal that his pants were actually still dry. This sends Deimon wailing at the fact that he couldn’t even tell if he wet himself or not. Solas mentally curses himself out for falling for it. This whole ordeal was almost too much to bear.
…
He was at his breaking point, feeling warm rivlets slowly making its way down his…face? It rolled down his cheek, falling from his chin to the floor. Oh god he was crying. Oh god, he was crying. He hiccuped at the new information coming to light. He was crying in front of Deimon. All because he needed to relieve himself. Tears start streaming rapidly as he silently cries with the occasional squeaks unintentionally leaving his breaking voice, while his breathing quickens sporadically. He gazes upon the floor watching the droplets leaving his face. He leans in harder into his groin.
Deimon felt weird. This was still hilarious but something about Solas being brought to tears about it made it all the less enjoyable. Still, he tries to fit in some jokes to uplift himself of these feelings. “Tuh, what? You can’t hold it?” He chuckled. But it wasn’t the same anymore. Solas wasn’t responding in the way he wanted. He anticipated a glare or something like that but…he just continued crying softly.
He‘s barely audible, sharply letting in a hitched breath, “It…hurts…” he eventually manages out and sniffles.
Okay, this wasn’t fun anymore, Deimon thought. He couldn’t help but stand there uncomfortably smiling. He didn’t know what to do in this situation. If he said anything now it would just be plain wrong. Like kicking a puppy that had struggled to get up. He slowly stopped his smirking and became mildly concerned. He felt…bad. Like it was his fault somehow, even though he didn’t really do anything at all. He awkwardly swayed. Just observing the poor, pitiful boy trembling and whimpering.
He weakly moaned as more tears dribbled profusely from his eyes, feeling a bit of urine trail down his leg. His grip was slowly starting to slip. He stifled a gasp and little by little slid down from the wall and settled onto the floor. His hands were so sweaty from being buried into his crotch.
Deimon certainly knew seeing Solas like this meant it really was serious, and that meant he was close to…
He felt awful. He didn’t even remember why he resented him so much, it started from envy but then just turned into a normal occurrence. Just bullying him with his friends. He felt like a terrible person, but he couldn’t just verbally own up to it.
Solas shifts uncomfortably nursing his overly full bladder, vision blurred by the never ending collection of tears. He feels a growing warmth, leaking again without even realizing it. His body was so numb he couldn’t tell at first. He presses down harder even though it would be futile. His whimpering accompanies his rigid exhales. His abdomen cramps up again and he nearly cries out in pain. He unintentionally jerks and leaks uncontrollably for a few seconds before cutting off the flow. A short burst of relief quickly washed over him only to then be replaced by the intense dull ache. He hunches over as far as his arms allow him while being planted between his legs, seething with anguish that he was in fact about to lose the battle.
He could see that the fabric surrounding his trembling hands had darkened from piss seeping from his damp boxers. He was becoming hysterical, the room was swirling around him, he felt nauseated and dizzy. This couldn’t be real, it couldn't. This wasn’t happening. He tried to reassure himself with what little optimism he had left.
All Deimon could do was watch. He just stood in shock of this event taking place. He quietly hoped it wouldn’t turn out the way it was going to but then…He heard it...A quiet hiss. It had stopped abruptly but he could piece together what was happening with the sheer look of horror on Solas’ face.
Solas stops the stream by tensing his thighs. Through foggy vision he sees urine pooling in his cupped hands before spilling back into his lap. He couldn’t hold it any longer.
Rapid trickles of piss start making their way from his dick straight down his thighs as his body makes its decision for him. The intense rush of euphoria pushes him over the edge and the dam bursts, a loud hiss fills the silence of the two in the room as the torrent gushes out of Solas. He was peeing. Oh god he was peeing and he couldn’t stop. The piss was starting to pool from under him. Deimon quickly sees the growing wet spot, glistening on the front of Solas’ pants. Its obvious now what’s going on but he unintentionally stampers out something stupid. “A-are you…” He trails off in shock. It’s too much for Solas to handle and he begins sobbing loudly. Still holding himself, he was full on sobbing, broken from the outcome of it all.
Deimon couldn’t look away, just watching Solas helplessly wetting himself right there on the floor. An auditory overload of Solas’ extreme distress and the splattering of piss hitting the wooden floor boards. He felt himself shudder, gaining some sympathy for the poor boy.
Solas was nowhere near being empty as he just started. Soon the piss was spreading out, unable to be soaked up by his over-saturated pants. He felt like he was doing something so wrong. He had to hold it but he failed. He couldn’t even enjoy the relief. And now he wasn’t going to forget it since Deimon was in his presence. His breathing was unsteady. “I-I’m s-sorry…” He heaved out through hitched, gasping breaths. Deimon's heart felt like it shattered. Solas being broken down like this for something out of his control and then apologizing for it, it hurt. He felt like such a shitty person. He was compelled to console him but choked on his tongue. It wouldn’t undo all the years of torment he caused and right now wouldn’t be the right time.
Much to both of their surprise, he was still going. The puddle soon reached the tips of Deimon’s shoes. He flinched and tried to inconspicuously back up away from it but there wasn’t but a mere 2 inches he could go. He didn’t want to completely get out of the way to further make Solas feel ashamed. It started to be concerning how much was coming out, until the never ending stream tapered off into a small trickle. It still sounded like a weak faucet that was left on rather than the hissing mess seconds ago. Eventually it comes to an end. And the room is silent. The piss had surrounded the front of Solas, nearly reaching the door and to the side, Deimon was standing in it. Solas had gone completely quiet let alone for the sniffing and hitched, wavering breathing.
Deimon looked down to see his feet were definitely drenched. He cringed but quickly looked up at Solas to see him wiping his face with one hand. Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Until Solas did with his new found scratchy voice. “…Are you happy now”. He said in an exasperated breath. His throat felt extremely dry, and the euphoric tingles had gone away. All he was left with was despair. He was beyond mortified. He didn’t know how to feel at this moment. Deimon couldn’t find an answer. It was amusing to him at first, but now…no. “I-I…”
“Why do you hate me so much…” He mumbled pitifully. He was so tired, he’d possibly exerted most of his energy if not all trying to hold it the entire time. Deimon felt remorseful. He could’ve at least made Solas’ situation less dreadful but he contributed to it. And now look. A disheveled, wet boy on the floor soaked in his own piss.
Solas’ bladder felt tender, no longer atoning to holding a copious amount of liquid. His lower back was sore too. He felt miserable and cold. The puddle had cooled shortly after he finished voiding. He shuddered.
…
Minutes pass. There is a collective sound of footsteps barraging outside. They met with the door and the two immediately looked up. The doorknob rattles while familiar giggles are heard. Solas feels his stomach drop, if he had held on longer he could have at least made an attempt to reach the bathroom. Still, it was over now, no use in reminiscing about what could’ve been. He sighed and let his shoulders hang. Deimon winced. Solas had been through enough today, and his friends were the sole reason why.
The door opened with a flash of light coming from the hallway. A group of giggling faces quickly turned into disbelief at what they’re witnessing. Solas quickly stood up covering his face with one arm, the other still on his crotch, running past everyone at the open closet door. His shoes squeak as he darts upstairs as fast as possible, leaving a trail of cold urine dripping behind him.
Deimon steps out a few seconds afterwards, looking dazed as if he witnessed something traumatic. His shoes squelch as well when he walks up to the group. They’re all confused, talking over each other asking questions.
“Whoa what happened” “Did Solas piss himself?!” “Hehe, was it our fault?” “What’s wrong” “what happened in there”
Deimon rubbed his eyes with a hand. He wasn’t used to the brightness of the well-lit hallway after being locked in the closet for so long. Then he remembered. “Hey what the fuck is wrong with you guys?!” He shoved his best friend, Kolten, who was in front of him. Everyone looked puzzled. “Pff relax it was a joke, I see Solas wet himself, probably out of fear”. Kolten snickered. Deimon was greatly offended. “No! You guys looked us in there for god knows how long!” He yelled. A quieter voice interjected from one of them, “Two and a half hours…” They looked down at the floor. “Hey! We’re sorry, okay?” Kolton spoke up on behalf of all of them, “We only meant to keep it closed for a couple of minutes!” He protested. “Yeah!” Someone else confirmed.
Deimon called bullshit. “Then how the hell were we locked in there for almost 3 hours?!” He snapped. “That’s why Solas pissed himself in there!” He pointed out. “Hey, why do you care so much huh?” Kolton questioned. Deimon nearly jumped. “Because…he got piss on my shoes, dumbass”. He lied. They looked to see the liquid was tracked outside by Deimon and some where Solas ran off to. He sighed, “Look, just lay off him, okay? This wouldn’t have happened if you just opened the door”. He said. He walked off leaving the group feeling even more confused. “Whoa, okay then princess. We’ll back off for now”. Kolton called out after him.
Solas had retreated back to his room and closed the door. Luckily no one else was present to witness his humiliation. He stood there looking down at himself. He froze, letting out a shuttered breath. And then he started tearing up again. His legs were cold and itchy. He sniffles and wipes off his face with his sleeve. He slips off his shoes and
wipes them off with a rag and the remainder of some bottled water on his nightstand. He sets the rag aside and reaches for his towel folded on the edge of the bed.
He hesitated to open the door before finally stepping out to go to the bathroom. His pants were almost dry, only being slightly damp. He reeked of ammonia and he needed to wash away his sorrows.
He got inside and locked the door, glancing briefly in the mirror seeing his condition. God, he was going to need this shower. He turned it to hot and started undressing while the water heated up. He began with his pants, slowly peeling them off seeing that they were partially stuck to his legs. They were stained from his groin to the very bottom of each pant leg. The back wasn’t spared either, since he sat on the floor all the urine got to it. After successfully taking them off he examined them for the very last time before gently tossing them on the floor. Next were his shirt and his boxers. He pulled the shirt up and over his head and dropped it with the pants. Then he slipped off his wet boxers to accompany the rest of his clothes.
He hovered a hand under the water and eased under it, taking in the soothing heat warming up his skin. He submerged his head under the water letting it soak off his hair. The water trickled into every ache in his bones; It relaxed him. He finally felt a sense of comfort from the steam rising to his face. He sighs and resides on the floor. The bittersweetness of the shower was starting to make him sad. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them, droplets still hitting him from above.
Time quickly passes. He was in a trance, the crushing sudden fatigue from the day hitting him all at once. He got up and finished washing off, scrubbing his legs especially, and turned off the water to step out. He met with his sodden clothes on the floor and frowned. He was going to have to carry them to his room to at least wash them in the morning. He sighs, certain most of the others already know about it anyway. He was definitely going to wash himself, rather than throw them in the laundry chute for someone to see.
It had gotten pretty late at this point, the hallway was partially dark aside from a collection of candles and luckily it was empty. He quickly shuffled to his room to be surprised by the sight of his friend laying in her bed reading sleepily. He dreadfully hoped she’d at least be fully asleep like everyone else. She turns at the sound of the door creaking. He sheepishly walks in with his towel around his waist and his clothes collected in his arms. “Oh Solas, you didn’t come down for dinner so I brought you some milk”. She grabs the glass off the nightstand, ready to hand it to him. “Oh thanks, Nikia”. He looks down at himself and realizes he should probably put on some clothes first.
He blushes, “U-Uh a-actually, set it down I’ll get it in a bit”, He said walking over to his side of the room. As Nikia does so she tilted her head, noticing the raspiness of Solas’ voice. “What happened?” She asks. He sighs as he discreetly places his soiled clothes on the floor next to his bed closest to the wall. “A lot…” He says. He turns to see Nikia still staring with a bit of concern on her face. He feels slightly awkward with being this exposed for so long. “Ehh…could you…turn around for a second”-
“Oh sorry, I’ll leave” she shifts over to get up. “N-No no I’ll be quick”. He utters. She looks the other way, picking up her book again. He quickly slips on some fresh clean clothes; a pair of boxers, a plain shirt and silky pajama pants. He pats himself down getting all the wrinkles out and folds his towel and places it where it was before. He turns around with a little exhale of relief. “Okay you can turn around now”. She turns to see a more calm and relaxed face staring back at her.
He walks up and reaches over for the milk on the nightstand, still warm enough to heat up his hands. He brought it up to his lips, feeling the drink soothe his husky throat. He lowered the glass to his chest while closing his eyes, exhaling through his nose exhaustedly.
There was a slight tap at the door. The two froze. Solas got a chill up his spine as if he was reliving the day or something; It just felt so familiar it unsettled him. He trembled and thickly swallowed. He let out a shaky breath and rested the milk down.
He reached for the doorknob wondering who could still possibly be up at this hour. Probably one of the teachers or someone with that kind of authority. Nervously, he tugs it open.
“…D-Deimon?”. It took him for quite the surprise, not the type of one he liked at all. He frowned, anticipating some sort of harassment; He just wanted to get it over with.
Deimon was shocked to hear Solas. His eyes were red and puffy and his voice was still hoarse from crying earlier. It made him tense up a bit. “I…” He hesitates, “I’m…sorry for…” He trails off. Solas sighs and averts his eyes ashamed. “I-It’s fine it was my fault”-
“No not that”. He cringed, the images still vividly fresh in his mind. “And for the record it wasn’t. What I’m apologizing for is how…I’ve been treating you all these years. I was being a dick and…I’m sorry”. He said firmly, crossing his arms. Solas stood dazed. He was trying to process what was just said to him, swaying slightly with exhaustion. The silence made Deimon uncomfortable but he understood. “You don’t have to forgive me but that’s all I had to say…goodnight”. He filled in the silence. Solas looked down at the floor, seeing Deimon walking away in his peripheral. “…Thank you”. He answers with his raspy voice. He nods in response and continues down the hallway.
Solas lingers for a few seconds longer at the frame before walking back inside and shutting the door, still mesmerized.
”Was…that Deimon?” Nikia timidly asked. “What was all that about?” She asked curiously. Solas pauses while sitting on the edge of his bed.
He lays down, taking in the comfort of the soft sheets. The sleep comes easily, plaguing his eyes strongly. He breathes out,
“…I’ll tell you in the morning”.