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]

"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.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"...Oh my, You're right...!" Laughter being infectious as it is got Lucifel to laugh with him just a moment later. when he noticed the bottle was empty he get go of it and wrapped an arm around the scribe in return.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch was all too happy to accept this, too drunk to question what this would look like to an outsider, and grateful for the contact and for the happiness itself. It takes him a while to stop laughing, and he's grinning warmly when he does.

"You're the best friend a man could ask for, Lucifel..."

[brbtalkingtogod]

It was the same with Lucifel. He was too happy like this, probably too drunk for his own good, but in this Tower where happiness could be taken from you in an instant, it was important.

"I'm just doing what I can..."

[warriorscribe]

"I know. And I appreciate it. And you. I don't even know how to tell you how much I appreciate you. How important you are to me." He chuckled a little as he realized he was rambling.

[brbtalkingtogod]

It was all fine, Lucifel was still laughing along with Enoch, even though he was rambling. "My... Are you confessing to me Enoch...? Sounds much like you do..."

[warriorscribe]

"Wh-what?" Enoch managed through his laughter, suddenly incredulous. "No, it's not like that...that is, I don't think it..." His words fail him even more as the last bit of what he drank finally starts hitting his system. "It's not what I meant when I said it, that is...

"...Ah, I'm too drunk. You're an irrepl-...an...ah. You're a very important friend, Lucifel. Can't ever lose you."

[brbtalkingtogod]

Whatever it was, Lucifel wasn't minding it at the time being. That that he could comprehend much of Enoch's babbling in his drunken state.

"Mm, same here, same here... you're important. My friend." This must be what being wasted felt like.

[warriorscribe]

That pleased him so much he pulled him close with both arms, cuddling him like a giant teddy bear. The horror of his experience seemed so far away now. Everything terrible seemed far away. There was Lucifel's company making his drunkenness a pleasant haze.

And as he allowed his mind to drift in this state, an earlier point in the conversation came to mind.

"Say, Lucifel? What would third base be?"