[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

[mutab1e]

[Hello, horrible sinking feeling.]

...What?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan rolled his eyes again and reached a hand to bump Equius head with a loosely made fist, pretty much just a tap. Where are rolled up newspapers when you need them?]

You're not cullable material, Eq. None of us are.

[mutab1e]

[And Equius actually flinches when Eridan reaches for his head, expecting to get beat up for his trouble -- it's happened before, and it will almost certainly happen again. So he looks a little confused when all he gets is an almost playful bump. And yet... he doesn't actually know how to respond to that last bit -- normally he would go on a long tirade about how culling is necessary to ensure that the Alternian gene pool stays healthy for a long time to come, but considering the fact that it's kind of irrelevant now... yeah, he basically just looks confused.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan smiles wryly, shaking his head.]

I should probably go now.

[mutab1e]

...What? Where are you going?

[He's almost too eager to jump onto a topic that doesn't make his brain implode if he thinks about it too long.]

[chronomancer]

Up.

[To go hide under his bed for a while, specifically.]

[mutab1e]

How far up? [He looks to the arm stump again. It doesn't take a lot of mental math to figure out that since Eridan was going up, he was only able to get up at most twelve flights of the staircase...]

[chronomancer]

Probably all the way back to my room.

[mutab1e]

[Yeah, that's another thirteen or fourteen floors. They'd have an actual Katamari ball on their hands if Eridan suddenly became woozy or something from his uncovered open bleeding wound-- no. Stop. Not again.]

...Would you mind if I went with you?

[chronomancer]

[Eridan shrugged.]

But you're busy...

[Why do we have to move on from things that make Equius uncomfortable into stuff that makes Eridan uncomfortable? Can we move on to something that makes no one uncomfortable?

...is that even possible?]

[mutab1e]

[No. No, it's not possible.]

With what? I'm not busy.

[chronomancer]

[Damnit.]

You sure?

[mutab1e]

Yes, sure. [He neglects to mention why exactly he wants to go up there with Eridan, of course; to imply out loud that he couldn't walk the rest by himself would be absolutely unthinkable. Of course, he shouldn't be implying it inside his head either, but...]

[chronomancer]

[Oh, c'mon, he's made of panicky sturdy stuff. ...yeah, I give him six floors, tops. But he can dream!]

...alright.

[Eridan looks reluctant, but he nods. He takes a deep breath before standing up again. The rest was nice, though the blood loss is getting a tad ridiculous. Oh well!]

Let's go.

[mutab1e]

[Equius nods and stands up after him, watching Eridan intently. No staggering or loss of balance... uhm...] Which room is yours?

[chronomancer]

1-10.

[Eridan is moving steadily, if a tad slowly. He really wants to avoid another two-troll katamari disaster. Firstly, because it sounds dirty and probably calls for pails. Secondly, because he'll probably die if they do.]

It's not that far away.