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.

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[warriorscribe]

Enoch rested his free hand on Lucifel's arm when he did, taking a long drink with the other. Eleven's voice was getting fuzzy, to say nothing of the rest of his thoughts. He laughed.

"Well, it's not as if you touched me intending to be intimate, right? Does it really count?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

He made a gesture with his free hand then, wanting to get a hold of that bottle as well before Enoch finishes it off all on his own.

"No... and you've been the one who sat down on it in the first place."

[warriorscribe]

"Then it doesn't count." Enoch handed that bottle over when Lucifel motioned for it. "Could you summon an extra pillow, please?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Wouldn't know it better..." He raised an eyebrow at Enoch as he took the bottle. Well. he couldn't exactly drink with his legs keeping him from sitting up.

"Since you asked so nicely..." Lucifel lifted his hand to snap with his fingers, but unlike when sober he needed a few tries until he did it.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch took the pillow and put it behind him to cushion his back and neck...then saw Lucifel having trouble drinking and offered the pillow to him to help prop himself up.

"...Wait, what is baseball?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

while a pillow is all nice and comfy, that didn't solve the problem at hand. That was until he tried taking a sip from the bottle like that. He had to stop when Enoch asked him about baseball.

"A sport. With hard balls and wooden bats."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch folded his arms behind his head for support instead. "What about the bases, though?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"They're where you have to run to, first, second and third base, when you passed them all it's a home run..." He started to explain but stopped then, taking another sip of the bottle.

"...Know what, I'll tell more another time."

[warriorscribe]

"Oh... So balls and bats and...running bases." A thoughtful pause, or at least as thoughtful as he could be. "...I think I understand."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Ah, alright..." Then he wouldn't have to explain anything later on. Lucifel took another sip of the wine, deciding he would empty this one.

"And, the other metaphors... a home run would be intercourse." He looked serious for a moment but started laughing all of a sudden.

[warriorscribe]

Just hearing him laugh got Enoch to smile, then chuckle as he looked down at Lucifel. "What are you laughing at?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"We're, we're talking about sex!" Lucifel said when he tried to stop himself from laughing but ended up laughing even more instead.

"I, I mean would... would you ever have thought you and me would do that one day?"

[warriorscribe]

"Why not?" His laughter was contagious, though; Enoch found himself laughing right along with him. "We...we talk about so much already."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Yeah but, did you ever think we would actually do so?" Because he had never thought they would. Then again he was proven wrong a lot since he been taken here.

[warriorscribe]

"I never thought one way or the other about it. Why is- why is it so funny?"

He really doesn't understand why. As far as he's concerned, as long as it wouldn't cause him to doubt him, Enoch could talk with Lucifel about anything.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... I don't know anymore." Well, that was stupid. And got him to stop laughing. However, he started to tug on his shirt now.

[warriorscribe]

"So what's the third-" Enoch stopped when he noticed Lucifel tugging on his shirt. "What's wrong?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"It's too warm..." He continued to tug on his shirt, not able to get it off as easily as he thought he could.

[warriorscribe]

Oh, his legs were in the way. Enoch shifted to lie down instead, then, on his side in what little space there was, his head pillowed on his arm. He'd even help Lucifel get his shirt off with his other hand, not that his coordination was much better, much less without looking.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Yes Enoch, your legs were in the way. With the legs gone he was about to open his shirt when he realized he still held the bottle in one hand. Could he even open his shirt with one hand? Oh well, it were just a few buttons anyways, and he was hot.

Oh wait, there was Enoch. "Here. Don't drink. I'm not done with it... got it?" He handed the scribe the bottle back then and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. So much for his own coordination...

[warriorscribe]

"All right..." Enoch grasped the bottle with both hands and watched Lucifel attempt to remove his shirt with a passive sort of curiosity, that eventually turned to amusement.

"Can't you...can't you magic yourself out of it? How does a sheer shirt make you too hot in the first place?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... Right, I can do that." Why hadn't he thought of that first? "And it's not magic Enoch." He quickly added before he flicked his fingers, attempting a few times until he got it coordinated right and his shirt was gone.

[warriorscribe]

"What is it, then?" Enoch offered the bottle back, smiling at him lazily. He liked having this companionship. It made what might normally be a lonely spiral into further despair an enjoyable time instead.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... Divine power... or something like that." Actually, he never questioned what to call his powers. He knew it wasn't magic, while it might appear like that to others. Lucifel clung onto the bottle before he took a sip from it again.

[warriorscribe]

"We match now," Enoch observed suddenly, unable to help but laugh. He draped his freed arm over him for a one-armed hug.