[OPEN][BACKDATED] Hold out I'll give a little piece of me

[chronomancer]

Characters: (Jade!)Eridan('s blood) and you!
Setting: Fleeing from the infirmary and up towards the dormitory, so stairways because Eridan's not reasonable when he's freaking out this bad.
Format: Action but I'll match your preference.
Summary: BACKDATED to Valentine's day. Eridan managed somehow to escape Dualscar's... "attentions", but not unscathed. So now he's leaving a very obvious jadeblooded trail as he flees towards his dormitory so he can hide under his bed.
Warnings: Lots and lots of jade green and it's not grubsauce. Will add more as necessary. Feel free to add chocolate shenanigans too if you want.

[Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eridan stumbled as fast as his legs could take him, which didn't seem to be enough. Maybe running after losing an arm, still bleeding from losing an arm, wasn't the brightest of ideas, no. And maybe if he had been thinking straight, he'd have headed for the elevators, rather than the stairs.

But fuck rational thinking, he's going on the sheer terrified certainty that if he stops moving, if he lets Dualscar grab him again, he's going to die.

He might still die, as it is, what with the blood loss that's also painting a very convenient trail behind him, or the cuts on his throat and his face. But the single important thing is that he's not going to die at Dualscar's mercy.

Fuck that. If he's going to die, he's going to find a nice, cozy corner and then kick the bucket die on his own damn terms. Which at the moment seem to be anywhere but here.]

Comments

[selenic]

I understand.

[She pauses.]

I'd like to at least make sure you're safe, though. Please?

[chronomancer]

...a course.

[He nodded shallowly, trying to smile.]

Thank you.

[selenic]

You're welcome. Really, it was nothing.

[She stands, offering him her hand.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan ducks his head, and eventually reaches out to hold her hand, tentatively.

He's not good at this, okay, sorry.]

...'m sorry.

[selenic]

[She smiles, tugging him to his feet.]

Why do you keep apologizing? You haven't done anything wrong.

[chronomancer]

So--

[Eridan looks away, wincing.]

It's a habit.

[selenic]

[She smiles again.]

It's alright.

[Annnd off to the dorm floors!]

[chronomancer]

[That's a lot of stairs, man. And he's pretty much just shuffling along, looking at his feet.

Enjoy your awkward silence?]

[selenic]

[She will... try to break it...]

Does anything still hurt?

[chronomancer]

[Fight on, brave soul!]

Oh, no. No, you. You did a wwonderful job.

[He offers an empty smile.]

'm as good as neww.

[selenic]

[She smiles, squeezing his hand.]

I'm glad. What floor is your room on?

[chronomancer]

First.

[He ducks his head.]

Room's 1-10.

[selenic]

Okay.

[And then she falls silent, because he really doesn't seem interested in talking, and she honestly doesn't blame him.]

[chronomancer]

[...he might like you just for that. Even if he didn't already like you for healing his broken ass and saving his life. He appreciates the quiet, it means he can avoid sticking his foot down his throat. And really, all the quiet is good for getting his shit together and stop the mental flail. So it's cool.]

[selenic]

[Soon enough, they reach his room, and Estelle stops outside the door.]

Is there anything else you need? Do you want me to bring you something to eat?

[chronomancer]

Ah. I'm good.

[Look at his shoes. Aren't they the most interesting shoes you've ever seen? Because he finds them fascinating.]

You've. You've done enough, really. More than enough. Thank you.

[selenic]

You're welcome.

[She pauses for a long moment, having an intense internal debate with herself, then hugs him quickly before stepping away.]

Try to feel better, alright?

[chronomancer]

[Well. Make him blush bright green, why don't you. He'll just. Stare at his shoes with renewed vigor, because damn those are some interesting shoes.]

Yeah.

[selenic]

And let me know if you need anything else!

[She says this very firmly, because she figures he won't, then shoots him one last smile and heads off down the hall.]

[chronomancer]

...'kay.

[Yeah. Uh. He's just gonna watch her go like a puppy. Goddamn this stupid flushed crushes of his. They'll be the dead of him.]