Mild TW!!!

Mentions VERY LIGHTLY of self harm. It isn't in detail and it doesn't get too graphic but I thought I'd throw in this disclaimer just to be safe!

Remus

"It hurts." I shamelessly whined, clutching my chest and sinking further into the comfort of the pleather couch. It was had only been a day after that disastrous ending at the festival but the pain I felt in my chest still lingered. "It hurts so bad."

"I think you're just being dramatic." Midas hummed from his position on the floor. Why he chose to do some yoga while I was literally dying I had no idea. I decided to stay at his place instead of my hotel room just to avoid Florence. He was clearly mad at me and it hurt my heart more just thinking about how much he didn't want anything to do with me. "I'm not being dramatic! I-I have no idea why I'm hurting but I don't fucking like it!" I shouted, the house almost shaking. Midas simply scoffed.

It sucked. This pang of guilt that twisted at my heart was by far the most annoying wound that's ever been inflicted upon me. I had zero clue on what it was so I couldn't treat it. There wasn't anyone I could see that could help fix it and the person who inflicted I couldn't hurt! There was another twist of pain at the thought of hurting Florence but this time it wasn't only trapped in my chest. It spread to the outermost regions of my body making ever fibre of my being ache with guilt. The feeling gave me goosebumps and not in the good way.

"Maybe try talking to him? Honestly, Remus, you're proving to be quite thick-skulled." Midas grunted as he reached a new pose. I wanted more than anything to kick him right in his square jaw. I wanted so desperately to talk to him but I couldn't- I didn't know how to. He probably didn't even want to talk to me anyways.

Thinking about how he practically retracted from my touch made me sick. The way he didn't even stay to hear us out- to hear me was enough to make me vomit. I had built up enough courage within myself to even consider Florence a friend only to have that confidence blown right back at my face in the form of a mental fist.

I wanted to fight, to hunt, to kill but the words Florence let loose permanently say in the back of my mind. It took whatever bloodlust I had and reduced it to nothing but more chest ache.

"Seriously Midas, I think there's something wrong with me." I muttered as the chest ache got worse. "T-This chest ache-"

"Chest ache?" He interrupted with a snicker, his deep blue eyes sliding my way. "I guess we should add 'hopeless romantic' to your long list of flaws? It's called heart ache, cousin."

I growled at his comment. I had no idea what a hopeless romantic was but it sounded like something I'd enjoy killing.

A few long, agonising minutes of silence passed as Midas resumed his yoga while I tried to control my breathing. I thought it would help somewhat with the heart ache but it didn't. It only reminded me of him, and how much he probably hated me and everything I stand for.

I just wanted this pain to stop. I wanted this ache to fade.

I wanted to talk to him.

**

Eurus

Normally I would have at least fifty odd apologies ready to send to Florence but for once in my life I had no plan. I had no well thought out route I could take, no messages I could send, no presents I could give- zero.

Samson gave his two cents and said nothing more to me. Judging by the way his shoulders tensed and the way he carelessly let his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose I could tell he was angry or at the very least ticked off. I told him what had happened, what Florence had said and explained to him my answer. Somewhere along the way I was so focused on Florence that I let it slip that I had no intention of signing this treaty. First Florence now him, what was with people today!

I, personally, suspected that my clouded mind was due to this weird itchy sensation scratching at my chest. First I expected it to be a weird allergic reaction to the animals from earlier today but after some time by myself I figured out that it was because of Florence. The itching sensation started when Florence left us and got worse when he discarded the prize I got for him.

This sensation, it made me feel horrible. I felt sick, icky- all of the above. I hadn't felt like this in a long time and I wanted to immediately rid myself of this horrible feeling.

I spent hours clawing and scratching at my own skin, rubbing away at my chest with all sorts of things to try and to get it off my skin as if it were an annoying mosquito. I wanted to blame it on someone but the only likely candidate was Florence, and every time I thought about him it made this weird itchy feeling reach deeper and further.

I took showers, I scratched myself raw and until I saw blood, I used creams and foams- I did everything I could to end it but it was no use.

Was Florence secretly some sort of witch and did he put a curse on me? But why would we give me this weird itchy rash rather than something more deadly?

I eventually lay defeated on my bed, aimlessly scraping against my chest with dangerous tears coming forth. I hadn't cried in years. I didn't need to cry but this feeling... this boy was making me feel things I had yet to feel and it made me feel physically sick. I didn't want to feel like this. I wanted it to stop.

"Eurus?" Samson's voice filled the room and silenced my thoughts. I hoped it would put an end to the tears but they still threatened to spill. I curled up, my fingernails etched into my chest and faced away from the direction of his voice.

"Eurie? I just thought I'd come by and apologise. I didn't mean-" his voice was cut short at what was presumably the sight of me cowering in my bed, shirtless. "Eurus? Eurus, wh-what happened?" He asked, pulling me over to take a look at my face. My hair mostly covered what I desperately didn't want him to see but my chest was still visible from the cracks of my hands. He made an audible gasp before picking up my hands and moving them away, taking a closer look at the self inflicted wounds.

"By god, Eurus. What's happening?" He asked, gingerly touching the raw skin. I winced which sounded more like a sob as he pulled my hair away from my face and caught sight of my pathetic state. "I-I want it to stop, Sam." I whispered quickly switching my gaze to the wall. "Make it stop."

We stood silent for a minute, every second dragging agonisingly slow. "Is this because of Florence? Eurus- this is bad!" He gasped, moving my arms a little more to scope out my entire chest. The stinging was turning numb. I was thankful yet frightened.

"I don't want to feel like this," I muttered as the numbing caught up with the rest of my body, spreading it's way up my cold back. "I want to feel anything other than... this! This feeling of weird guilt- of obligation! I'd rather jump off a bloody bridge."

"Don't say that, Eurus!" Sam scolded. He started rambling off what we were going to do, what he was going to do. all I could think about was Florence.

I started thinking dark thoughts. I wanted to know what kind of pain he put me in. I wanted to put him in the same situation.

A low, strangling sob rattled it's way out of me at my own thoughts. I wanted to do nothing like that yet I thought of it anyway. I wouldn't dare think about it again. There was something about him that broke down a few of my steel walls that would otherwise be up and guarding. He made me feel just a tiny bit more vulnerable, and it made me tremble.

This wasn't worth it. I didn't think it would be this impossibly hard to complete a mission.

There was nothing holding me back from flying home. The peace treaty was never going to be signed and I came to the conclusion that a moment here was a moment longer that I was stuck with this... thing.

If this is what happened to me when I was around Florence, then I never wanted to see him again. For both our sakes.

**

Rian

I stared blankly at the wall for what felt like years, just thinking of what Florence had to say.

What he said about us putting thousands of lives at risk every day, it normally wouldn't bother me. I would be commanding armies and leading troops on my mountain top, pillaging and conquering but now that I was down here with the very lives I apparently 'put at risk everyday' and with him I could actually see a little into his perspective. It was weird, to see what he sees for a brief moment. It also made me mad.

I had punched the walls a couple of times due to frustration, mostly because of the headache I had been recovering from due to my small hangover and the fact that I was sympathising with humans.

Humans were pesky and annoying creatures. All they did was complain. Complain about not having enough land, enough resources, enough offspring- it was infuriating! The entire reason all three tribes were here was because of them. They were all paranoid that we would actually exterminate them.

Florence though was a bit different from the rest. To me, he never complained. Well, he did, but not in the sense that most did. He showed me confidence even the stupid human high order couldn't muster up. I could tell there's this underlying courage to him that used to be there that he no longer uses. As someone who trains with countless shifters almost everyday, I could sense someone's potential and Florence's was yet to be explored. At least, that was my excuse for constantly trying to spend time with him. It was only to study him.

I caught myself dropping my gaze to the bear I took with me, the one Florence was supposed to take but was stupid enough to leave it. I frowned at the teddy wanting nothing more to tear it apart and set it aflame but a small, tiny voice in my head kept questioning my every move.

"Would Florence like that you grilled his present?

"What if Florence still wants it?"

"You should keep it, just in case Florence asks for it."

Florence, Florence, Florence! My head was betraying me. I didn't exactly care what he thought. His opinion didn't matter and I was glad he decided to leave. Or was I?

I shot up, grabbed the bear by it's massive black nose and rammed it into the wall, his head getting crushed within the small hole I created. I was fucking confused! These feelings, this treaty, the bloody job that came with it all- I was confused!

Ever since my father gave me the title of tribe leader I wanted nothing more than to get rid of it. To me, I was still a kid. I wasn't properly trained and I lacked the necessary requirement it took to make a tribe leader. I was confused all the time and even with the 'help' of my father and grandmother I still felt like I was a child doing daddy's tasks!

And Florence only made it worse! He confused me further- this time with my own body and feelings! I didn't want to hurt him, but I wanted to hurt those around me. I thought that I would want nothing more than wanting to sucker punch both Eurus and Remus but I found myself constantly thinking twice. I didn't want to do it infront of Florence.

He already thought I was this monster. I didn't want to frighten him more.

Fuck!

I grabbed an old water bottle and made my way for the door when it flew open, revealing the witch herself.

"What the hell did you in here!" She gasped, looking at the many holes now decorating our room. I didn't even spare her a glance as I brushed passed her and slammed the door behind me, hearing her gasp loudly. Normally aggravating her would make me smile but nothing came to me.

I prayed no one else was in the hotel gym. For their sake.

Eh, I hope you guys didn't get too triggered with the Eurus scene and I hope I didn't scare you with the disclaimer! As I was writing this I realised some people might find this triggering so I decided to add a disclaimer just in case!

What do you guys think of the guys' reaction? Sorry that I switched POV's so much, I just figured it'd be cool if I got all three of their reactions in one chapter!

Predictions and Thoughts are always welcomed!