((Author's note: Hey guys! This is my first piece so, I hope it doesn't suck too bad… Feel free to send in requests if you'd like! c: Slightly AU: Humanstuck.))
You hated him.
For many reasons. All justifiable ones too.
The way he could make any situation unbearable with his douchebag comments. The way he stuttered over his 'w's like a complete idiot. The way he'd say something just to piss you off.
Over the years of knowing the self-titled 'King of the Sea', you'd come to develop a distain for the guy. I mean, who wouldn't? He was obnoxious, annoying, a complete prick…
It was probably some weakness on your part, but you enjoyed torturing him right back when he'd say something to stir you up. Hell, you'd even start it sometimes! It brought you a strange sense of enjoyment to watch the tables turned, though it would quickly fade away as he'd reply with some idiotic comment…
But, all this didn't matter now.
Currently, you were holding him. Yup, you heard that right. Holding him.
He and his asshole father got in some fight again. You weren't listening to the details. But, as those tears ran down his face… He looked so pitiful. You almost felt bad for him.
And that ounce of pity got you in the situation you were currently in.
He stiffened as you held him, quite naturally taken aback by your sudden act of kindness. But you didn't care. He'd have to get over it.
Eventually, he settled in your arms. He clinged to you almost desperately, burying his tear-soaked face into your shoulder. Probably ruining your shirt, no doubt.
You ran your hand through his hair, comfortingly. You refrained from commenting on how stupid it looked. He already knew, you'd told him many a time before.
It was...odd. You'd never been this close to him before. Albeit, for a good reason…but still never this close all the same.
He smelt of sea-water. Like a salty fucking ocean.
You held in a snort. Of course he did. What else would the 'King of the Sea' smell like? What an idiot… Did he shower in salt water or something? You wouldn't put it past him…
It was an attractive smell though. You grimaced inwardly, repulsed by your own thoughts.
Oh, how you hated him.
You hated yourself too. For thinking things like this. You hated him even more. For making you think this way.
It seemed like an endless cycle of empty threats and spurts of compassion. Always. It never changed. It was always the same with you too.
…
But, you wouldn't have it any other way.
You hated him.
And you loved him.
As always.