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The beautiful blue flower, the figure of love, elegance, and poise, the soul of integrity, defined by his expressiveness, not through bold smiles or loud words, but through his actions and mannerisms, a graceful caretaker and mediator for the whole bouquet, especially the younger few, but at times for the older as well…
Was ugly sobbing. His chest heaved up and down as big globs of tears smudged his makeup, causing long dark streaks down his hot cheeks. Snot dribbled from his nose, catching on the lip of his open mouth as he wailed into a pillow. He gasped, hiccuped, and occasionally yelped words like stupid, or horrible. Despite the scene he was making of his room, a little trashed by his tantrum, he wasn’t being obscenely loud, maybe just loud enough for someone in the room over to hear. The pillow did enough to stifle his sobs and cries.
He was just truly at his wits end. He had spent the morning helping Green dissolve a childish spat between Aqua and Orange, which already put him on edge as the two were already hyper and just simply wouldn’t listen.
Then he had to help Seth, and though he loved his discussions with them, they were getting upset that he couldn’t engage as much due to his earlier drama leaving him exhausted.
And the stick that broke the camel’s back was something between Yellow and Flowery. He couldn’t even remember what it was, maybe teasing taken too far? They didn’t fight often, and had picked the worst day to do it. As soon as they had come to him for advice, talking over eachother and throwing sly insults, he broke. Bursting out into tears and announcing that he was done, or something along those lines, and now he was here. It was Blue’s turn to be childish. It was his turn to throw fits and cry. He was doing a lot of the latter, evidently.
The creak of his door, slowly opening, and then a knock on his wall stopped his rampant thoughts, slowly turning his head to face the visitor, half his face still squished against the pillow. He knew he looked awful, not bothering to see how much of his makeup transferred to the soft cover, let alone how much it smudged across his own face from all the rubbing.
“ Hey, Bluebell… Just wanted to check in on ya’.. “ Yellow mumbled before looking around, his expression going a bit wide. “ Hoo-wee. “ He huffed, noticing the mess. His ears were lowered and from what Blue could make out, tail flipping between his legs. Yellow was so nervous and scared by Blue’s outburst, yet had come to make sure he was okay, even if the response he got was angry. It made Blue feel like he was going to start wailing again, but he swallowed hard, trying to speak clearly.
“ I-I’m..Fine. “ His face scrunched up as he started speaking, trying its hardest to prevent more tears.
“ Yerr’ not fine, babydoll. Ya haven’t left yer room since that lil scene earlier. “ Yellow came in, closing the door. He was so pretty. In the dark, azure room, the sheriff was the radiant sun across a deep night sky. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down to Blue, who had his stomach partially pressed to the bed, turned slightly so he could look at Yellow.
Fully dressed too, Yellow noticed. He hadn’t even taken off his shoes, golly, that must be uncomfortable with the laceups he was wearing, let alone any of his outfit. It was all tight, tied up attire that exaggerated certain features, which was very purdy to Yellow, but he noticed how much it sucked in Blue’s tummy.
“ D’ywanna change before we talk? I can get ya’ one of yer robes.. “ He was talking quiet, way more quiet than usual, but the room felt so silent, aside from the heavy breathing of Blue. “ There ain’t no way that’s comfy for ya. “ He wanted his lover to be the most comfortable he could be before he tried to help him through this. It’s what Blue does for him, after all.
“..Okay. “ He nodded after a few minutes of contemplation. Shifting to sit upright and play with the triple-knotted lace bow on the back of his leg, connected to his flats. While Blue worked at his clothes, Yellow went to the bathroom, lavish and eloquently decorated, luckily, no mess to be found here. He easily found a nice, navy blue robe, grabbing some makeup wipes as well, just to help his lover feel clean. As he was pondering the room, he heard frustrated grunts and mumbles, quickly heading back to the bed where Blue sat.
He was clumsily messing with the bow, struggling to undo it, despite being able to tie it in seconds just this morning. He hadn’t made any progress from where he was when Yellow went to the bathroom.
“ I-I’m sorry.. I just, I can’t.. “ Blue whimpered, putting his head into his hands and starting to recede back into himself, sniffling. It made Yellow’s heart swell, he had never seen Blue in such a sad or clumsy state, and he felt horrible that he contributed to pushing Blue to headspace.
“ Hey, hey! It’s all good, pardner. Lemme help ya’. “ Despite the cowboy being leagues clumsier than Blue, he wasn’t going to just let him struggle. He started toying with the knot after setting down the robe and wipes, finding a weak point after a couple of minutes, slipping Blue’s foot out and giving it a brief massage, then working out the other. He clearly was having trouble doing much at all right now, so Yellow took the initiative to help him out of his tutu, then his leotard, and then his tights, with only a bit of frustration from Blue struggling to shimmy out of them in particular. This left him only in his undergarments.
In an attempt to lighten the tense air, Yellow leaned down, stopping just above Blue’s tummy, it had a bit of nice, soft roundness that got synched up by the leotard. He looked up to Blue, who was giving him a confused look, finger to his mouth, then started blowing raspberries against it.“ There’s my pretty belly! “ He announced as he started to tickle Blue’s sides.
The man above shrieked, starting to giggle and squirm, “ That tickles! “ he squealed, as if it wasn’t already obvious by the laughter and snorts enveloping the room, soft blue wings sprouting from his back and fluttering in response to the stimuli.
After a few minutes of teasing and giggles, Yellow moved away from his boyfriend’s belly, helping him put on the robe. Luckily, his wings faded away into sparkles by the time it was properly fitted onto him. He then started rubbing Blue’s face with the makeup wipes, finally attending to the smudgy, cakey mess.
“ Feelin’ better? “ He asked, starting to feel comfortable using a normal volume now. Blue nodded in response, but was still clearly off, fidgeting with his robe and wriggling in place.
“ Thank you for helping me, Yellow… It was really nice of you.. “ He smiled big as the cowboy kept cleaning him, his tail flicking at the compliment.
“ No problemo! D’ywanna talk now? “
For whatever reason, the idea started setting off alarm bells in Blue’s head. He normally could take serious conversation fine, but right now, in this headspace, the idea made him horribly nervous. “ Nno.. Can we, um.. Talk in the morning..I’m tired… “ He stammered to find an excuse, feeling hot in the cheeks. Admittedly, he was getting a little sleepy…
“ Oh! Right! Lord, I can’t imagine how tired ya’ must be after all that cryin’! Golly, let’s get ya situated and get back to this in the morning, kay? “ Yellow’s naivety allowed him to blindly accept Blue’s response, not recognizing that it was mostly an excuse to prolong the confrontation, even if it wasn’t anything inherently malicious.
Blue sighed in relief, letting Yellow grab his bonnet and help him under the covers, tucking him in real nice and cozy, and planting a kiss on his forehead. Snug as a bug in a rug.
Though, as the lamp to his bedside was extinguished and they said their farewells, the silence and dark made Blue feel insanely anxious.
“ Wait! Yellow, dear.. Um.. Could we, maybe, cuddle… I’m still feeling a little poor… “ He lied again, Blue was feeling insanely loved and comfortable, he just didn’t want to be left alone in the dark.
“ Oh! “ Yellow perked up, turning from the door. He thought about it for a couple beats, knowing he had night rounds to do, but his boyfriend’s comfort easily trumped any other duties he held. “ M’alright! Anythin’ for yew, darlin’! “ He discarded most of his clothes, setting them semi-neatly next to Blue’s, left in his boxers and a tanktop. He got under the covers slowly, immediately getting grabbed by Blue, who snuggled his face into his chest, wrapping his legs around his waist like he was a big stuffed toy. They eventually worked out a comfortable position, holding each other tight.
“ Goodnight, Yellow.. “ Blue murmured, quiet against the dark room. He waited expectantly for the response…
“ Nighty night, m’love. “ Whispered Yellow, from above. It was all he needed to fully let himself drift off into a soft slumber.