[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.]

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[chronomancer]

[Flinching. All the flinching. Kar, you could stand to be a tad less fucking terrifying, just saying. Eridan cringes at the tone, though he doesn't try to tear himself off the hold. Mostly because he's not sure he can. It's.

Kinda painful, you know.

That shoulder you're squeezing. Just saying.]

N-no, I. Ah. It's.

[Think of an excuse, Ampora, and for the love of god, make it good.]

It's complicated.

[LAMENESS PERFECTION!]

[caliginous]

Don't give me that load of shit, what happened?

[He barks more out of concern than anger. He can't afford to have more crippled teammates in this fucking hellhole.]

[chronomancer]

[Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Goddamn ceruleans. Eridan flinched away from the hold, stumbling somewhat and wincing as it upset his shoulder some more.]

It was an accident!

[He blurted out the first thing that came to mind, which wasn't the brightest thing. But he was tired and bleeding and pretty much still brimming with adrenaline and fear. He wasn't exactly at his best.]