[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

[guiltapalooza]

Because what you're saying is wrong! [she shoots right back, getting louder. Willow climbs to her feet, unable to take sitting on the floor anymore. She feels restless, that urge to use dark magic and go find Dualscar a persistent itch in her mind. She fights it down.]

If it was an accident, he'd be here helping you. You wouldn't look terrified, you wouldn't cower away from me. And you wouldn't have to lie!

I'm not going to let anyone hurt the people I care about! Do you get that? [The feelings drain out of her a little, and she finishes more quietly, imploringly.] I thought you knew you were my friend.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan flinches back from the outburst, out of all she said, it was the last bit that hurt like a whip on an open sore. His friend, huh.He bit the inside of his lower lip until it bled, steeling himself for what he had to say. He knew what he had to do. Friends, right. Friends take care of friends and don't let them do stupid shit.

Why does doing the right thing always hurts so much? Why is that the only way of knowing whether he's doing the right thing or not?

He stands up straight, expression blank.]

Maybe I'm cowwerin because my friends insist on the long-held tradition a ignorin evvery single fuckin thing I say unless I fuckin die to provve the point! Thanks for the vvote a confidence Wwilloww, but maybe I wwant friends wwho don't call me liar to my face!

[I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!]

[guiltapalooza]

[She's implacable, unmoved. Willow has a lot of experience with people saying cruel things after they've been hurt; she does it, too. But being her friend means she forgives them for it.]

Don't lie, and I won't have to, [she says levelly.] Will you let me help you, now? You can keep insulting me if it makes you feel better, but I'm just going to forgive you right after, so you might as well stop.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan hates her a little, for sticking to her guns. It'd be easier if she'd flip off the handle and tell him to get lost. It's what he deserves anyway. He snarled.]

Maybe I don't wwant you to forgivve me! Maybe I just wwant you to leavve me alone!

[guiltapalooza]

I'm not going to leave you alone, [she says softly, and takes a step toward him.]

I won't leave you hurt like this. You don't deserve it.

[chronomancer]

[The sneer look quite macabre, considering the blood all over his face, and it hurt like a bitch to pull it off, too. But honesty? It wasn't aimed at Willow. Oh no, the sheer self-loathing Eridan packed into his words and the gesture were worthy of a Guiness record.]

Goes to showw howw little you knoww me.

[guiltapalooza]

I know you well enough.

[Since talking clearly isn't getting her anywhere, she has to take the chance, and comes forward to close the space between them. She's intending to try to help support him, get him somewhere that isn't the middle of the hall.]

[chronomancer]

You really, really don't.

[Eridan gives a step back, then feints to the side and abuses the fact his pain is dulled and his adrenaline is building up again, sprinting off in the direction of the stairs going up.]

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow just stands there, shocked that he's running off on her so abruptly, but deciding not to follow. Maybe he'll actually take care of himself if she's not there, because he clearly doesn't want her around. She can check in on him later.

At the moment... she has someone she has to teach that they can't get away without repercussions. She has a troll to curse.]