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2023-05-28
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For Now It Will Do.

Summary:

Sigma never really cared for maintaining relationships beyond what was necessary when it came to the Decay of Angels.
Sigma would push away any wisp of a childish thought. That much was expected of someone in his position.
Though, on those nights, he let the walls cave in. He let questions of whats, ifs and would haves plague his mind in hand with the images. Would his childhood have been riddled with pain? Or would his parents have been kind? Would he have been a good student?

None of that matters when he's left shuddering after having awoken from a nightmare. Another one. And those cunning amethyst eyes boring into his soul. Fuck.

 

(Aka: Didn't find any domestic-y Sigma fics, and he is sort of 3, and he deserved a hug, and DoA are definitely not voluntary family, so I said FINE ILL DO IT MYSELF. Also English isn't my first language so thisll be terrible thank you for your time)

Notes:

I just pulled an all nighter expect 0 plot I'll change it later whoops

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: The Catch

Chapter Text

The gentle trill of a lone bird outside the window embraces the morning.
The sheets are thin, and the air is cold. Still, they stick to his skin, which he can write off as a doing of the thin layer of sweat coating it.
He doesn't exactly remember when they started.
Images of dry level sands, empty thoughts reeling with no answers and no point in sight. Bodies.
He remembers when he was pinned by the malicious gaze for the first time, a smirk settling below the source of it.
He remembers his first days between the hoards of unfamiliar people.
It has no right to haunt his supposed-to-be peacefully sleep. Really, he's annoyed that it keeps happening. The only thing keeping anyone from realising is sheer luck at this point, with the sleeping arrangements and all at this point in time. The tents at least had a wall of fabric between him and the others. This old abandoned hideout had uncountably more issues.
For starters, it was one room. Yes, one. Not tiny, thankfully, no matter how suffocating it felt at times. Two, it was cold. Really cold. Like the sheet of cheap cloth hammered over the broken window would do much help. The door wasn't even properly insulated. Three, he had roommates- which really should've been two, but the shiver that rattled him bloomed into the train of thought.
Sigma didn't feel as much disdain for cold as he did for hot weather, though it didn't make it the least bit more comfortable as he carefully wiped off the tear tracks from his cheeks.
Barely stifling a sigh and about half a second from burrowing back and further into the sleeping bag, he barely caught two, very open, icy eyes staring at him from where their owner lay. They were gone as quickly as they appeared and for a second Sigma was sure he had imagined it, but the person on the other side of the room followed up by a shuffle and a split second where they opened again before closing for good.
Sigma entire frame was frozen for what he would call, in his own humble professional opinion, ages. He almost thinks about what Nikolai may be doing, before placating himself for sticking his head into foreign business, business he has been warned to ignore, unless given other orders. So he schools his body and frozen face and sinks back into his sleeping bag, trying to pretend it can hide him from the entire world.

 

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