A couple promised closed (or semi-closed) logs

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and Lucifel, and anyone who would visit his room too. Just let me know! Also, Enoch and Lancer.
Setting: Dorm 3-18 backdated to November 1st, Floor 62 backdated to December 1st
Format: I'll match!
Summary: Enoch has had something very unpleasant happen to him as a punishment for too many failed riddles. That is an understatement. Also, he and Lancer agreed to a sparring match.
Warnings: Talk of being flayed may happen if you press for information. (If this is one of your listed squicks I'll actively avoid it coming up), maybe blood or broken limbs in the sparring match? There is a tangent involving sexual discussion.


Dorm 3-18, November 1st


He woke with a scream.

Or tried to. In his sleep paralysis it was only a choked sound as he stared at the ceiling wide-eyed. Unable to move or speak, all he had was the nightmare he'd just lived, punctuated by Eleven's shrill screaming. All he had was that he was not in pain. Parts of him were still numb from revival, but he was not in pain.

An involuntary, low, distressed moan was what told him he could move again. Shaking and pale, he pushed himself up. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and his gaze was unfocused, glazed-over. He raised a hand, still numb and tingling, and pressed it to his own chest. With something between a laugh and a sob, he curled up on himself, a tight human ball on the bed.

Unlike the time that had given him such an adverse reaction, there was nothing driving him to keep going. Only the horror of what had happened.


Floor 62, December 1st

The beach had always been a calming place for him. That is, until his return to Meridian. As he waited for Lancer, he watched the waves, arms folded as his thoughts wandered. Mostly, they wandered to Armaros, and their time in Meridian. Time spent there, he on a large dune watching as Armaros swam.

And now, he was here. Torn apart. In so much pain he could only blame him.

A nautilus shell washed up against his foot. He bent down to pick it up, idly playing with it as he waited for Lancer, stewing in his own thoughts.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

It's certainly changed him a bit - only a little over a year ago he might never have admitted this fatigue to Lucifel until something else forced him to. He sighs, one hand attempting to grasp the back of his shirt, but he's unable to keep his grip.

But caged in, in a way, by Lucifel's arms and head...it was comforting, after what he'd just been through.

"I...I suppose..."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... You suppose?" The archangel raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. How could he be comfortable like this? Lucifel could only wonder about that.

[warriorscribe]

"It's...nice to be close."

Even if he can't actually hold onto him in return.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Well, sure... you seem to have a hard time moving though."

He got that the scribe might not want to move at all in this state, but it felt like something was off.

[warriorscribe]

"I still can't feel my arms, it's like I slept on them. A leg as well, this time..."

Honestly, that's not so bad. Irritating, at most, but it's his emotional state that's dominating his focus right now.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... What do you mean you can't feel your arms?"

This was something Enoch hadn't explained to him yet.

[warriorscribe]

"The last few times I've died, one or both of my arms have been numb for a time..."

He doesn't sound particularly distressed about it. How can he, emotionally exhausted as he is?

[brbtalkingtogod]

"And why do I only hear about this now?" And here he had thought that he knew everything one has to know about the Tower since he got here.

But there wasn't the time for this. Lucifel pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

"Nevermind."

[warriorscribe]

"I never thought to say anything..."

Enoch raised his head to look at Lucifel. He didn't sound happy, not that he could blame him.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"It's fine." He'd ask about it on another day he decided. Talking about this in Enoch's current state wouldn't be much of an encouragement.

"Do you want to drink anything?" He was sure Enoch wasn't very hungry at the time being.

[warriorscribe]

A smile flickered briefly into existence. "I think...now would be a good time to open up some of these wine bottles."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... Sounds like it." Especially since the only person he had to babysit was in his room already and wouldn't wander off anywhere.

[warriorscribe]

"They're under the bed where we left them...and some more in the trunk." Though, Lucifel would have to get up to get them.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Alright." That was fine with him. Lucifel let go of him and got up to get the wine from under the bed.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch made an attempt to maneuver himself into leaning against the wall, but not watching his arm meant he just pushed himself against it while lying down. He watched Lucifel passively as he got the wine. Maybe he'd start to feel better once he had some of it in his system.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Will you be fine, drinking in this state?" From the looks of it Lucifel would probably have to feed Enoch the wine if he could only hardly keep himself up.

[warriorscribe]

"I don't think that matters very much at this point..." Actually watching his arms this time, he managed to get himself propped up against the wall. He shivered against the cold metal, but he probably looked a lot more able to drink like this.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"If you're sure." For the beginning he took three bottles and sat down next to Enoch again. Then he would work on opening one for them.

[warriorscribe]

He couldn't stop shaking. He wasn't so sure if it was the cold...

"I...I'd hoped to use them to celebrate. But...I think I need it."

He'd probably already said something like that. But he wasn't really paying attention.

[brbtalkingtogod]

But he isn't alone now, is he?

"There's still more than enough to celebrate, isn't there?"

Yes, he had said so another time if he remembered correctly, but Lucifel won't mention it for the time being.

[warriorscribe]

He looked up at Lucifel with a shaky smile. "There is..." He reached over towards the wine bottle Lucifel held, though there was too much a delay between his hand hitting it and his fingers closing to point to him being able to manipulate it one-handed or without watching.

[brbtalkingtogod]

He smiled back at Enoch, holding the bottle still. could he really take it if he was still feeling numb in his hands and arms?

[warriorscribe]

He was certainly going to try. He reached over to grasp it with both hands. It felt like it was going to fall, like it could slip through his hands at any moment and he wouldn't be able to stop it.

But carefully, he started to pull it from Lucifel's grip. There was barely any force behind the pulling; he wasn't aware of how much strength he was really applying at any time. In his situation, he often had to rely on senses other than sight, and having to rely only on it was disorienting.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... Are you sure you really don't need help?" Usually he wouldn't even insist, but since Enoch had a hard time using his hands - and wine stains could be a real pain - he thought it would be better to ask more than once for a change.

[warriorscribe]

"Y-you shouldn't have to feed me..." Carefully, his eyes trained on the bottle, he brought it close, put his lips to its rim, and began tilting it. Slowly, as slowly as he could.

Until the angle obscured his vision and it tipped too far, spilling wine over his chin and chest. The bottle slipped from his hands as he unconsciously let go in surprise, unable to feel it quickly enough to reverse it and hold on tighter.