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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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.

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"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."

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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.

The subjugglator noticed the red tinge on the other's cheeks since hey, when did he not ever notice colors, right? Even if the Signless hadn't directly admitted it, he couldn't help but wonder if the Signless really was a pale two-wheeled device for everyone. An almost sly grin stretched across his face, thinking maybe this was a very good place to be in after all. Perhaps the information the Signless was divulging in was trivial and stupid for now, but perhaps later...

His train of thought suddenly screeched to a halt as the gauze began wrapping around his neck. He did startle, since he knew it was coming, but took this chance to be an annoying patient, talking while the good doctor did this thing.

"Didn't you all know? Motherfucking romantic movies makes you all the most motherfucking soppy. Don't fight it, heh heh." He thought he was pretty good at making pleasant talk, even if more than 99% of the time it was insincere.

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Signless was expecting the Highblood to be nervous about the gauze, but he was cautious and didn't tighten it too much as he tied it off. Then he eyed him.

"You like movies?" he asked, without much expectation of a positive answer.

His fingers moved to open the Subjugglator's shirt, peeling it away from his chest to bare the bad gash on his side.

"Not at all," the highblood replied immediately. "Didn't have no motherfucking time to be all sitting around and watching shit that I don't all give a fuck about."

He said nothing as the Signless started to remove his shirt, even if he was nearly completely naked and exposed, he started to care less and less. It's not like he'd anything to be ashamed of, if that was even an emotion he ever rarely felt.

"Does watching movies all tug at your motherfucking vascular pumpstrings? All that pity and sympathy and empathy roll the fuck out of your stumpy little body like a motherfucking clown vehicle?"

The gauze holding his throat together made him feel a little more confident in speaking, even if it still stung.

"Poetic," Signless said with a smirk, reaching for the disinfectant. This was definitely the worst wound, and he was ready to get his fingers bloody cleaning it up.

"But there are blackrom movies, too, you know. It's not all about pity and red smooches, though I have to admit that I do appreciate the redrom movies, too." He wasn't ashamed of it. "In fact, there's a lot that can be learned from them, even for someone like you."

The highblood rolled his eyes a little. The concept of actually sitting down and watching relationships blossoming on screen in that fake sort of acting fakity fake way was not really appealing to him. It was like...roleplaying, dear god. Something he made a face at.

"Sounds like the most motherfucking stupid bullshit that you peasantbloods turn to all for comfort," he said, still making a face. "I don't all need to be learning about blackrom from no movies, motherfucker. It can't be as all exciting watching others do it."

Though OK, fine, he didn't exactly know how it would be like watching a blackrom movie. Not that he was interested... nope...

Signless shrugged. He hadn't expected the Grand Highblood to care about such things. "It's not like only lowbloods watch movies, you know," he grumbled. And then he paused, rewinding what the Highblood had said through his thinkpan.

"Wait, are you saying you've never seen a blackrom movie?"

Yeah, true...Orphaner probably watched a shit ton of movies, he thought with an amused smirk. Fin-face was so uptight he probably did some dumbass shit to unwind. He didn't really want to think of what the Condesce did in her spare time, though the thought of her watching movies at all made him want to laugh.

"Never had no interests in any kind of motherfucking movies, brother," he said with a sort of half-shrug.

"You haven't even given them a fucking chance!" Signless exclaimed, scrubbing a little harder than necessary at the drying blood around the wound. "I ought to show you some of the ones I brought with me, before you make that kind of stupid ass pre-judging decision."

"Ease the fuck up on the motherfucking scrubbing, motherfucker," The highblood said, narrowing his eyes a little. "I ain't down for that noise. It's gotta be some quality holy hell-raising shit to be even on this long list of motherfucking things I might consider."

"Sorry," Signless said, only now realizing he was scrubbing a bit hard. He eased up and wiped more gently, cautious around the edges of the wound as he mopped up the blood.

"Well, I've got some quality, hell-raising shit, even if you don't think it's holy." He frowned. "Actually, I think I've got one that features a Subjugglator and a brown-blood, if you're interested. It's red, though."

The highblood grimaced terribly at the description. It reminded him of himself and the cheeky Summoner. He was a subjugglator, and the Summoner was a brownblood. The fact that they were most definitely not red for each other only made his face twist more. If anything, they were closer to a caliginous relationship.

"No motherfucking go, man," he muttered in disgust. "Can't see myself getting all immersed in a motherfucking red story about the high subjugglators being involved with sludgebloods. Who the motherfuck would watch that? Motherfucking lowbloods, maybe, getting their fantasies on about mixing with the highest class..."

He was rambling now, the mixture of fatigue and comfort starting wear his coherence thin.

"Probably," Signless said wryly.

Why wouldn't a lowblood fantasize about a relationship with a highblood, where they had a chance of being raised up from squalor, protected from culling or slavery? The Grand Highblood thought it was something weak, perhaps - a reflection of highbloods being better than lowbloods - but it wasn't about that.

He reached for more of the tape stuff, a thicker bandage to hold the gash closed. "I'll pick something I think you'll like, and we'll have a proper, friendly, movie marathon. How does that sound? If you don't mind hanging around with some sludgebloods while we watch..."

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