002 Tavros Nitram

[pushedaround]

Characters: [OU] Tavros Nitram and you.
Time: October 19th, evening
Setting: Anywhere in the halls
Format:I'll match you.
Summary: Not enough candy. At least he tried!
Warnings: Violence. Maybe character death with mun permission, of course.


[ The pain is excruciating.

It's no surprised since the tower decided to rip off his horns, leaving one forced through his skull and the other pierced in the center of his chest. He can only assume the logic behind such unnecessary cruelty is to keep his costume glued to his body, but he didn't care at this point. He didn't even care about the pain or the amount of blood he is losing with every slight movement. It didn't matter. Tavros had greater interests to attend to. You see- he is in desperate need to find someone to talk to. Anyone! Yeah, he felt like having a nice, long discussion involving the things he liked the most, and he'll be positively delighted if someone was kind enough to offer him their time.

Oh, and don't mind the fairly large lance he's dragging around. Tavros paid little attention to it, but it might come in handy in certain situations. Who knows?

Whatever.

He continues his search, getting a little restless at this point. ]

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[pushedaround]

[ Tavros stopped and turned his head to Signless' direction. At first, he didn't recognize the older troll, but as soon as he spoke, it was suddenly a lot easier to identify him. And, fuck, why did it have to be him?

I mean- in normal circumstances, he would be utterly excited to be in the company of a troll he admired so highly. He was the first adult troll he ever spoke to, and he was so ... kind and gentle. Hell, it's no surprise that Tavros felt that he could trust him almost immediately, and all he ever wanted to do is to burden him with his pitiful problems. It was okay. Signless made it so easy to talk to him. It meant a lot to Tavros, and that's why he was seriously loathing himself when the older troll moved closer.

Why did he have to see him like this? Fuck.

He guides his free hand up; all pressed up against his face, and shoulders hunched forward- almost in shame. He then shook his head slowly in response to Signless' concern. ]

[iron_infidel]

[He continues to come forward and notices the pool of blood forming beneath the trolls feet. His clothes are stained with it and Signless could not bare to see him in such a way. A frown comes to his lips and moves forward, wishing to embrace the troll, but stops short. He lets out a sharp cry of pain as his breath leaves him for a moment from the pressure of the costume. Quickly he sucks air back in through his nose and manages to place a soft hand on Tavros' shoulder.]

Tavros, we must...tend to your wound. It is fatal.

[Sure his statement was obvious and the possible internal bleeding that was a cause of his own dilemma was more dire, but Signless did not wish to focus on that. Tavros was in need more then he. Perhaps he could do something to help out the younger troll, even if it was hopeless he had to try.]

[pushedaround]

[ He cringed when the older troll cried in pain, clawing on his ears and squeezing his eyes shut. Oh god, just when he thought this tower couldn't fuck with his mind more- this happens. The hand on his shoulder was enough to pause his endless self-pity, and he pulled himself together before he returned their eye contact.

He shakes his head again, but forced himself to speak to time. ]

We can't ... fix this. It's okay, though! It, uh, hurts less now .... yeah.

[ A total lie. It hurts like fuck, but there is nothing he can do about it. Remove the horn and bleed to death, leave it and ... continue bleeding to death, but slower? He's not even sure, but Tavros hoped he'd die sooner than later, the pain was truly agonizing. He tries to forget about it for now, placing a hand over the one on his shoulder, smiling a little. ]

Don't worry about me! I'm okay ... well, I will be alright. It's just ... one of the tower's stupid games. Haha ...ha. [ He swallows, eyes on the ground now. ] It ... will end soon, right?

[iron_infidel]

[He literally deflates at his last statement and slowly adverts his gaze from the other. A deep breath is taken and he winces as the pain only increases within his chest.]

That is not a reason to give up Tavros. Even if the end is near, you should never give up and assume that is nothing left you can do. You want to try your hardest until the end. Do not tell me it will be over soon that is not the reality I wish to accept.

[A beat.]

Now, come. We must see what we can do for your situation.