towerofanimus | [OPEN] you were just a child, ready to explore

Characters: Darkleer and YOU!
Setting: Floor 71. [Space floor, CLOSED to Signless.]
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: In a last ditch attempt to procrastinate going back to work a little longer, Darkleer decides to get... artistic.
Warnings: Darkleer's usual flavor of creepy. Body horror because... well, floor 71.

[He's going crazy. Crazier. The truth is, no matter what, he needs to do something with his hands before that something turns into someone's gruesome death. He's cranky and snappy and in absolutely no mood for shit. This wouldn't be any different than any other day, except he's literally going stir crazy and it's time he admits he cannot keep away from the workshop any longer.

But going back to the workshop means being easily found again and he doesn't want to be easily found, because then he'll have to talk to people and deal with... well, things.

Which is why he's sitting on a more or less solid patch of bloddied fresh in the room, sketching away the various organic structures about. Darkleer's penchant for mechanics have always tended towards the organic, taking cues from the design of living creatures, and while he doubts anything in this room follows one particular design, drawing and trying to replicate the patterns is familiar enough to be soothing. Even if he's sitting in bleeding, gross organs. At this point, he'll take whatever he can.]

[There is something strangely comforting about this floor, even if he's well aware that he is watching death on a massive scale. But perhaps it is the notion of an end, an actual, unavoidable, unmistakable end, that appeals to him. He knows himself morbid enough to be comforted by it.

Darkleer sits, legs folded and hands lying on his knees, with his back against the wall and his head tilted up to watch stars collapsing and yet another universe die. It is soothing. Comforting. Reassuring. Everything ends. Everything stops. He too will come to disappear, one day.

He's so engrossed, watching the display in this floor, that he loses track of the staircase and who might or might not be using it.]

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[Darkleer endeavored not to flinch away, from the accusation. It was a near thing. He bowed his head lower, instead.]

To keep myself from becoming an inconvenience.

[There. Nice and proper and without any unpleasant implications which he knew for a fact were very much true. But still, he didn't move or make any overt attempt to get away. In this case, it was Signless he had wronged, yet again, and since he had failed to avoid him, now he would sit back and take his punishment, whichever way it came.]

[Signless remained stable, calm and refused to move until the other chose to advance on him. Or left the room. He could not let the latter happen, for they needed to speak and it was just a matter of pride on their part. Who would drop their guard first and speak the first word towards what had to be said.]

You are not. Do not fool yourself, for once do not claim yourself to be an inconvenience. If that was truth we would not be at the stand still we are. You...I!

[His voice catches, hanging in utter silence. He chocked, a gasping cough coming upon him as he regained his composure and came to slide down to the floor. His back flopping against the wall.]

I...I don't even know what to say to you! A part of me wishes to let my voice rang and so help me if my words come to strangle you before my hands are forced to such an action!

[His voice raises, becoming uncontrollable. Quickly his words catch once more and he takes a quick breath, letting it softly escape from his nose.]

I will not do that. No. I will not succumb to the anger that plagues me internally, it is like a beast urging to be set free. I will not release it upon you. I am not that type of troll and your actions, no matter how vile, uncontrollable and grotesque they were. I can not harm you. In a sense it is I who had been punished by your actions. The memory is forever on repeat within my think pan and the blood, nothing but a lake of gold that stained my cloak and has yet to come out.

You do not want to hear this, but there is no stopper for my words. Please feel free to rip out my tongue and forbade me to continue speaking if you do not wish to hear it.

[Darkleer sits there, soaking in all of Signless fury, not entirely impassive, but certainly subdued.]

Whether I wish to hear them or not, does not change the fact they're true.

[Please, by all means, let's get on the SELF-DEPRECATION TRAIN, it's a fun ride.]

It seems the less harm I wish on you, the more I cause you grief.

[He offer a sigh and lets his head hang and the words escape him.]

It is the truth that is the most painful and while we constantly continue upon our destined path, we wish to hide from the truth. Sometimes it is easier to hide or cover the pain with a lie. However, it does not mean that we should run or deny the words that need to be spoken. For it is through truth that change happens and friendships are made. From those friendships may relationship blossom, but this is another issue entirely.

[Another cough as he gasps for breath and tries to regather his thoughts and form them into words.]

It is. It is just, but you cannot be perfect. One action here will only hinder or expand upon another. Do not beat yourself up over that. We all make mistakes.

My mistakes end in innocents dying.

[Darkleer bites out the words a bit more harshly than intended. Apparently he's got quite a few... feelings about this whole mess.]

How could I not beat myself over it, as you candidly put it, when I am reduced to nothing but a mindless beast?

It is hard to forgive. Yet, nothing will come of it if we continue avoiding, ignoring and putting blame to an act.

[A pause as he clears his throat.]

I reiterate. Putting blame to an act...you did a horrible action. However it will be forgiven. It is only in the nature of our species to lose control and kill...while it is not something I praise. I have come to accept it. This is why we have a need for the pale quadrant.

[It was unclear if he was dancing around the subject or clearly was just speaking in order to speak.]

I don't lose control.

[There's something petulant to that statement. And something very, very desperate in it, as well. Why, if you thought about it really hard, you might say he sounded terrified. But that's nonsense, obviously. Darkleer is afraid of nothing.]

[He lifted his head and turned to stare at the other. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at his words.]

No. You do.

But I'm not supposed to.

[Oddly enough, the image Darkleer presents is that of a hissing cat, as he presses back against the wall, shoulders hunched forward defensively.]

Then prepare yourself so that you may gain full control or the alternative.

[His recent tone had been shaky, uneven and moved from a soft whisper to that of the enraged. However now was different. This tone was stern.]

[Darkleer makes a soft, frustrated sound, head falling lower and hair rustling. He's not sure how to answer that, so he won't.]

[Silence comes over them, but it does not last for long. Signless isn't one to allow such uncertainty and awkward moods to sweep over them. He moves from where he slumped and makes his way over to Darkleer. Yet, he does not come to sit beside him. For now he only stands next to the troll. Softly he clears his throat once more.]

I will forgive you.

[Darkleer flinches ever so slightly as Signless stands, head bowing even lower and face now halfway hidden behind his hair.]

...I know.

[His voice is quiet and absolutely miserable.]

I wish you wouldn't.

[Slowly he now comes to sit down beside the other.]

Do not beat yourself up. There is nothing to gain from that.

[OPEN] you were just a child, ready to explore

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