Wraith sighed as he looked at the card in his hand, after over a week of horrific flashbacks, each episode lasting longer than the other and having constant emotional breakdowns and being rushed into hospital; the doctors told him he should try therapy. The idea of such a thing was lost on the shifter, why would a complete stranger care about the hardship of others? But regardless he agreed to get the doctors off his back and so he was released from the hospital wing, however he didn't expect to be followed to the therapist office to make sure he didn't run away or try to get out of it.
So he was sat on a chair waiting for his name to be called whilst three people were watching his every move from a door, he really hated this. Luckily he didn't have to wait long before he was called to a room, he stood up and made his way to it, his eye twitching at still being followed right up to the therapy room. He gave a nod at the man, who he assumed was the therapist and sat down, his whole body tense and guarded. The older man introduced himself and Wraith, still feel uncomfortable and out of place introduced himself as well. "Wraith Stormheart." He answered, almost like he was trying to retreat into his coat even further, his eyes, one seeing, one blind, darting around the room looking for any potential danger, if it wasn't obvious before that Wraith was one edge, it certainly was now.
The movements weren't lost on Chase, who carefully observed as he settled into his seat. "It's a very big difference, isn't it?" he asked. "This room, therapy. It's a lot of changes that can overwhelm anyone. What you're doing right now, go ahead and keep doing that. Look around and take in your surroundings. Move your torso, if that helps. It helps to see that there's nothing here to harm you." His expression turned sympathetic. "Although that might be difficult in your case, wouldn't it?" There was no clipboard on Chase. He instead crossed his legs and laced his fingers in front of his stomach, choosing instead just to talk rather than note. He'd read everything he'd needed to prior, anyway, and the case behind this man... It was astonishing how his mental sanity had stayed intact. Chase motioned to the scars. "You've been through quite a lot. There's a lot of pain behind each of those, and a lot of loss and grief." He removed his scarf to reveal the large scar against his cheek, yet still he smiled lightly. "I have one too. You're not alone. I don't expect you to tell me the stories behind those now, but would it help if I told you about mine?"
(This boy needs so much therapy, as do most of my characters to be honest xD )
Wraith seemed to sink deeper into the seat, hoping to disappear into it as he wrapped his coat further around himself, almost like it would provide some sort of security. He listened to Chase quietly, his ears twitching every now and again as he heard sudden noises from outside. He gave the older man a sharp look when his scars were mentioned, however his expression softened slightly when he saw the man's scar and he found himself relaxing every so slightly. At least there was some form of understanding between them.
The shifter tilted his head to the side slightly at the question. "Why would you share your story if you are not obligated to?" He asked, suspicion in his voice as he kept his arms crossed over his chest, still in a guarded position.
"Why do you believe I'm not obligated to?" Chase asked while folding his scarf. "Do you believe me to be in a position of power? It's only the two of us here. We're equal. And why would anyone want to share a story with someone unwilling to do the same?" He looked at Wraith and smiled warmly at him.
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Chase Banks
Wraith sighed as he looked at the card in his hand, after over a week of horrific flashbacks, each episode lasting longer than the other and having constant emotional breakdowns and being rushed into hospital; the doctors told him he should try therapy. The idea of such a thing was lost on the shifter, why would a complete stranger care about the hardship of others? But regardless he agreed to get the doctors off his back and so he was released from the hospital wing, however he didn't expect to be followed to the therapist office to make sure he didn't run away or try to get out of it.
So he was sat on a chair waiting for his name to be called whilst three people were watching his every move from a door, he really hated this. Luckily he didn't have to wait long before he was called to a room, he stood up and made his way to it, his eye twitching at still being followed right up to the therapy room. He gave a nod at the man, who he assumed was the therapist and sat down, his whole body tense and guarded. The older man introduced himself and Wraith, still feel uncomfortable and out of place introduced himself as well. "Wraith Stormheart." He answered, almost like he was trying to retreat into his coat even further, his eyes, one seeing, one blind, darting around the room looking for any potential danger, if it wasn't obvious before that Wraith was one edge, it certainly was now.
2 years, 11 months ago
The movements weren't lost on Chase, who carefully observed as he settled into his seat. "It's a very big difference, isn't it?" he asked. "This room, therapy. It's a lot of changes that can overwhelm anyone. What you're doing right now, go ahead and keep doing that. Look around and take in your surroundings. Move your torso, if that helps. It helps to see that there's nothing here to harm you." His expression turned sympathetic. "Although that might be difficult in your case, wouldn't it?"
There was no clipboard on Chase. He instead crossed his legs and laced his fingers in front of his stomach, choosing instead just to talk rather than note. He'd read everything he'd needed to prior, anyway, and the case behind this man... It was astonishing how his mental sanity had stayed intact.
Chase motioned to the scars. "You've been through quite a lot. There's a lot of pain behind each of those, and a lot of loss and grief." He removed his scarf to reveal the large scar against his cheek, yet still he smiled lightly. "I have one too. You're not alone. I don't expect you to tell me the stories behind those now, but would it help if I told you about mine?"
2 years, 11 months ago
(This boy needs so much therapy, as do most of my characters to be honest xD )
Wraith seemed to sink deeper into the seat, hoping to disappear into it as he wrapped his coat further around himself, almost like it would provide some sort of security. He listened to Chase quietly, his ears twitching every now and again as he heard sudden noises from outside. He gave the older man a sharp look when his scars were mentioned, however his expression softened slightly when he saw the man's scar and he found himself relaxing every so slightly. At least there was some form of understanding between them.
The shifter tilted his head to the side slightly at the question. "Why would you share your story if you are not obligated to?" He asked, suspicion in his voice as he kept his arms crossed over his chest, still in a guarded position.
2 years, 11 months ago Edited 12:04 pm
(Chase is here to help KEKEK)
"Why do you believe I'm not obligated to?" Chase asked while folding his scarf. "Do you believe me to be in a position of power? It's only the two of us here. We're equal. And why would anyone want to share a story with someone unwilling to do the same?" He looked at Wraith and smiled warmly at him.
2 years, 11 months ago