towerofanimus | i have killed many angels

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i have killed many angels

Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone

Setting: He's starting at the cafeteria exit and is slowly making his way back to his room, or....?

Format: Any

Summary: The GHB got into a particularly nasty fight with the Summoner, but dragged himself out of the room once he assumed the Summoner fell unconscious. He's wounded all over by deep scratches, particularly to his collar bone and throat area where he was bitten and clawed, respectively. There's also a long gash on his side, and a messy stab wound on one of his legs as well, so he's limping slightly.

Warnings: The Grand Highblood. Description of blood and whatnot.

The Grand Highblood wasn't 100% sure where he was going. There was that shoddy excuse of a respiteblock, which was his current destination, but it would take him a while in this state. In all honesty, he felt like shit. It's been a long motherfucking time since he's felt this tired and out of sorts.

With each step, he felt a stab of pain shoot up his injured leg and he was using the wall as a crutch. A truly pathetic sight for the oh-so-Grand-Highblood, a fleeting thought in his mind that made him scoff. He was trailing lots of blood, and he was a little worried that he might attract unwanted attention.....

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Okay, getting near a huge and violent troll who was at this moment injured was probably a stupid thing to do, but Signless raised his hands, open and weaponless, and slowly approached.

"It's my fucking job to help injured people, even if they're you. So come with me, and I'll heal your wounds," he said. Fuck he was enormous. Signless was stocky and short, and felt like he had to practically dislocate his neck to meet his eyes.

Yeah, pretty stupid, Signless! Gosh. There was a low growl coming from the back of his throat, but he soon stopped, seeing as it hurt to even do that. No thanks to that stupid Summoner digging his claws into his throat. His shoulders sagged a little as Signless approached, letting his eyes meet with the much shorter troll's.

He didn't reply for obvious reasons but at least he took a small step forward, nearly falling over in the process. He catches himself with the wall again. No way he was falling onto his knees in front of anyone.

Edited 2011-12-15 06:04 (UTC)

"It's okay," Signless said, almost automatically, as the Grand Highblood began to growl. He reached up and papped his cheek gently, wrapping his other arm around the big troll to support his weight. "Shoosh, it'll be all right."

If this had been any other time, the highblood would've flipped his shit. There would've been so much screaming and beating and who knows what the motherfuck else, but right now, he felt strangely comforted by this new and strange affection. What the hell was this? It made his insides twist something awful and he felt sick. Coupled with the injuries? Not good at all.

Then another tentative step forward. He wasn't planning on depending on the Signless for balance, but his hold helped. Whatever this weird feeling was, once he was feeling better, the sooner it would go away.

Signless wasn't really sure if his attempts at comforting were working, but at least the Grand Highblood hadn't ripped his head off, yet. And he was obeying, and leaning on him, and moving generally in the right direction, so it had to be a good sign.

He had to stop papping to move forward, but he rubbed GHB's arm a little as they walked, then opened the door and led him towards a bed. "I'll need you to lie down," he said.

The highblood stared at the bed. Seriously, this was a fucking weird thing to be all having in an infirmary. He still couldn't wrap his thinkpan around the idea of a flat board-like surface to provide comfort and rest. It seemed the Signless had completely adapted to this alien lifestyle, which made him want to roll his eyes.

But after a bit of staring, he didn't protest any further and slowly lied down. It wasn't so bad, the pain. There was a sort of numbness going on that he was used to, and it helped.

He wondered just how delirious he was right now, because he was actually fucked up enough to just let another troll take care of him and he was totally not caring about it at all. It just didn't matter at this point whether the Signless would try and kill him in his sleep, but he liked to think that he knew the Signless enough. What with his preachy bullshit about being equal...

His mind wandered after that, staring up blankly at the colorless ceiling.

Signless thought it was weird, too, but this was what they had to work with, so he coped. He helped the indigo blood onto the bed as best he could, gently shifting his legs to be straight and making sure his head was on the soft puffy rectangle that the humans called a 'pillow'.

Then he drew in a breath and let it out. Fuck him sideways with a rusty eating prong. This was awkward.

"I'm going to just try and figure out how bad your injuries are, okay?" he said, not even sure if the other troll was paying attention or capable of responding. He seemed hurt pretty badly.

He leaned over him, starting at the top, and began moving hair and clothing aside as needed to try to assess the extent of the other troll's injuries.

Super awkward. Borderline uncomfortable edging on motherfucking stupid as fuck. He wasn't enjoying the feeling of Signless hovering over him like this, but his body wouldn't listen to him anyway. Once he was down, his body stayed down, aside from a couple of twitches here and there.

When the Signless spoke to him, he did not reply with anything more than a nod or a grunt. The majority of the time was just him staring into space, and sort of playing the fight from earlier over in his head. Once it ended, he kept rewinding the tape, over and over.

The gentle touches against his clothes and hair made him flinch, but not from pain. Maybe it was just because it was the Signless.

Signless had to ignore the flinching as best he could, as he parted clothing and identified wounds. He finished by papping the Grand Highblood on the cheek again and offering him a close-mouthed smile.

"Damn fuck, all this precious indigo blood all over my clothes and bed, look at that, it's a fucking travesty," he said lightly. "But it seems you'll live. Give me a minute, and I'll bandage up the ones that are still bleeding. Then I suggest you rest here at least until tomorrow."

The highblood wished Signless would stop motherfucking papping him in the face. It was making him feel more complacent than usual, and that shit just did not sit right with him. Unfortunately, again, there was nothing he could really do about it, and a wave of calm kept him from voicing his disgust.

"You...?" He managed to ask, frowning slightly. It was more of a 'where the fuck are you going to be?' question, though if the Signless didn't know what he was trying to ask, he didn't blame him. It was a pretty motherfucking vague question.

"Hmm? I'll probably go to my fucking respite block to sleep, like all the rest non-injured trolls," he said, smirking faintly. "Unless you need me to read you a bed-time story."

He laughed softly and pulled out a roll of bandages and a big bottle of disinfectant, along with some cotton balls. "This is gonna sting. Don't rip my fucking head off, please."

Soaking a ball in disinfectant, he began to wipe up the blood around the wound in the Highblood's leg.

He grunted irritably. That was so not how he had meant it! Oh well, he felt better knowing that the Signless wouldn't be around after this and tried to relax his muscles again.

Ugh, god. The cleaning process. He hated this part. He rarely got injured, but when he did, he always had refused medical attention. But the Signless was already working on it, and he snarled at the harsh stings. At least he didn't go ripping off the other troll's head, so one point for the Signless. After the initial freakout reaction, he endured it in silence.

Signless mopped up the blood until he could see the wound, then used sticky tape-like substance to seal up the deep gash. He regarded it stoically, then sighed and moved upwards a little.

"I have to take your pants off," he grumbled, and reached for the Highblood's waistband. There was no way in which this could be more awkward, seriously. Unless it were the Condesce, maybe.

Yeaaaaah. You know, despite everything, the Subjugglator had to grin widely and cackle hoarsely. Maybe the fact that it was indeed the Signless tending to him that made this situation not as bad as he had imagined it to be. He was being touched by this mutation of nature in a non-violent way, which that fact in itself should've been so weird and surreal, but quite frankly it was a little underwhelming.

But still, not bad.

"Just taking a quick motherfucking peek, is that all it, brother?" He snickered. His voice was apparently coming back to him, even if it was a little painful to speak.

Edited 2011-12-18 04:24 (UTC)

"Hahaha, go choke on a bulge," Signless replied offhandedly, though he felt crimson heat rising to his cheeks.

If the Highblood was laughing, he couldn't be too freaked out. Frankly, Signless preferred him laughing than being freaked out - a scared and cornered troll was a dangerous thing. So it was a bit of a relief to see him laughing, even if it were at his own expense.

He opened the indigo blooded troll's pants and began to tug them down, easing them carefully over the wounds.

The look of amusement was never going to leave the highblood's face. At least, not for a while, anyway. What to do while the Signless slowly undressed him? Of all times for his mind to stop wandering, it had to be now.

"Let me ask you a little something," he said, keeping his voice down to a normal speaking level for once. He wasn't going to do much shouting anytime soon. "How the motherfuck did you all motherfucking do that?"

"Do what?" Signless asked.

He removed the Grand Highblood's boots and eased his pants off, then began wrapping gauze around his leg to finish bandaging the wound in his leg.

"THAT--," the highblood started to bellow, mostly out of habit, but then he coughed again. "That motherfucking thing with your hand all up in my motherfucking face."

He wasn't too familiar with people papping and shooshing him, and to be honest, he never thought it would ever work on him. It left him in a surprisingly good mood, though it was hard to say how long these feelings would last.

Signless lifted his head for a moment, looking at the Grand Highblood thoughtfully. He tied off the gauze, then set it down and walked up to the head of the bed and smiled, reaching out to pap him gently again.

"Nothing to it, really. Now shoosh, you're hurting your throat with all that yelling. You can talk, but keep the volume down." With another quiet pap, he then bent to begin cleaning the wounds on the Highblood's throat.

This time, the highblood startled slightly at the pap. He was beginning to wonder about the consequences of these effects on him and how badly it could be used against him in the future. He was being a touch paranoid, and rightfully so, he thought.

Then he stiffened slightly as Signless got to working on his damaged throat. This was dangerous, the back of his mind screamed. He was letting this heretic control him somehow, and he had to do something, but all he could manage was a resigned grumble.

There was nothing supernatural about what the Signless did. He just calmed people by not being threatening, not wanting anything from them, showing them a different way of being.

As he dabbed with one hand, he let the fingers of his other hand comb lightly through the Highblood's hair, trying to soothe him. "I won't hurt you," he murmured. "Just let me clean you up. Someone really savaged you, and bites can get infected."

Unfortunately, that was still a foreign concept to the highblood, since they weren't on such good terms to begin with. The last time he had talked to the Signless, it had ended pretty ~~well~~ badly. It would take a little getting used to, that was for sure. If anything, he didn't make any terrible faces at the gentle treatment, just watching him carefully.

"Heh, oh yeah, it was pretty motherfucking wild," the highblood recalled, thinking back to the fight with the Summoner once more. Maybe he would tell the Signless about it later. "But I all never had problems with getting the fuck over some bites and scratches before."

Edited 2011-12-18 05:49 (UTC)

It was true that their last conversation had ended with threats of violence on both sides, but that was their last conversation. If Signless couldn't forgive, he wouldn't be the Signless. If he could convince the Grand Highblood to see things his way, it would be best for everyone, so why make him his enemy if he could make him his friend?

"I'm sure you won't die from these," Signless said with a laugh. "But we have a place like this here, and this is my job, to care for your injuries. So you might as well take advantage of it, right?"

He began to put bandages over the worst of the punctures. Definitely troll bites. "Black rom or platonic?" he asked casually.

The highblood just sighed at that. Yeah, well, at least the Signless was actually doing something for him, so it was all good. Then he laughed. Not as loudly as he would've liked, but he could deal with it.

"Motherfucking platonic, brother," he said with a low chuckle. "Why all the interest?"

"Just curious," Signless said, flushing a tiny bit. "People tell me I'm a romantic, which is bullshit, I keep telling them. Just because I like romantic movies, and I'm pretty much a fucking pale two-wheeled device for everyone around me, doesn't make me soppy."

He might have made that particular rant before. Also, even he didn't believe a word of it. He was a soppy romantic idiot, and he knew it, but admitting it in front of a subjugglator seemed foolish at best. Like handing over a weakness to be exploited.

Having dug his hole, he grabbed the gauze and began winding it around the Highblood's neck.

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