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Theodore - Snapping
🕑 Added 2024-12-30 00:30:45 +0000 UTC
Theo knows he has anger issues. It comes with the territory of being Wrath’s grandson. Ever since he was a child, his parents were so strict on his emotional regulation. No tantrums, no wailing; all feelings were kept under a close watch.
It helped him bury the anger, yes, but it never helped him cope with it. He hides it with a quip and grin, and it festers beneath all along. They thought it was best for him, and who is he to disagree? He’s pretty great if he says so himself.
Still, sometimes he just can’t push down. It boils up and rises and rises and-
The popsicle stick he’s using to build this stupid fucking model snaps in his hand. He takes a deep breath; it’s just a stick, it’s not that important, just grab another one from the bag.
“Theo-” Viktor looks taken aback when he glances over, “Theo, it’s on fire!”
It is, he realizes distantly. It’s becoming ash in his hands, just like all his plans. Every good thing he thought he could have, every happy moment…he wanted so much for himself, for Viktor, for you…
It’s such bullshit. Murders, abductions, fucking weird ass primordial beings popping up everywhere. He tries to brush it all away, but after so many times of watching horrible things happen and being able to do nothing to stop it-
“Theodore!” He hears his mother’s voice in his head, as sharp and cold as it used to be when he was a child, “Impulse control!”
“Sorry,” He says to Viktor, near stoic, letting out a breath.
He brushes the ash off his hands. It falls on his jeans, making dark smudges when he tries to wipe it away, but he ignores it with a clenched jaw.
“Theo, I’m worried.” Viktor’s brow creases, “Should we just wait till-?”
Just wait until you get home? Fuck no. He’s made a fool of himself enough in front of you. He won’t lie and say it was a good idea to take Fletcher out by the knees the day of Orientation. He just-
Impulse control.
Bury it, throw dirt on it, and call it a day.
“Really, I’m good.” He says with an easy grin, falling back into his usual song and dance with ease, “The amount of glue on my fingers right now is just abysmal.”
Viktor purses his lips, worrying for a moment longer, before he nods and continues his work. The dark circles under the draca’s eyes tell Theo he’s not rested well enough to psychoanalyze anyone.
It’s for the best. Really. He just needs to keep working on it.
