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towerofanimus2012-01-23 03:58 am
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Entry tags:
the storm finally found me
Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????
[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]
[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]
[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]
[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????
[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]
[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]
[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]
[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]
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You're very kind. All of you. [Humans and the like] It's, strange. I'm uh... not really, sure what to do. About it. [...welp. Apparently it's random honesty now. Exhaustion is a terrible thing]
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[The girl looks up at him, brow knitting. She doesn't quite make the connection as to what 'all of you' right away, but her automatic inclination is to disagree; she's not kind - she's done so many bad things. Finally the second bit catches up with her and her brow loosens a little, because that's a considerably easier thought.] ... Not everyone. [She can't just... not warn him, even if he is bad off.] But--... thank you. [She shakes her head.] You don't have to do anything. If people want to be kind to you, that's what they're going to do. [So clearly he shouldn't worry--]
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I know... they will. It's just. Different, I guess. [Different but nice. Hmmm all these warm fuzzies... Probably a bad sign when he's this hurt, but whatever, it feels good so he doesn't care]
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[For a moment, she gives him a look with an expression that's difficult to read.
Funny, how she keeps finding things in common with even people who are unlike her.She's quite new to those kinds of warm fuzzies, herself. One of her hands curls against her chest.Clearly those warm fuzzies are not ACTUAL feelings, just fake!feelings.] ... I think I know what you mean. Even if the tower isn't always safe--... the people in it make being here so much easier.no subject
[Kind of a vague gesture at himself. WHEN WE'RE NOT BEATING THE FUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER ANYWAY]
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[Exactly that, yes.]
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No uh... It's, fine. Probably I. Brought this on, myself. This time.
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.... [She's just going to... eye him at that, because whatchu talkin bout Summoner? Only she's not sure he'd want to talk about it, so she doesn't ask just yet.]
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Although really, he does seem the type to get himself into a lot of trouble.]no subject
[So he... knows she's still watching. And kind of gets the feeling there is something she wants to say but won't. He is even about to ask about it, except another wave of dizziness slaps him in the face, and this time he... grabs her shoulder first. Oh god wow he feels like shit!!! Don't drop him, Namine lsjdf]
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[--Oh! Oh, goodness, that was kind of unexpected! Only not because she's not actually surprised to see him, you know, having trouble standing, but-- anyway, she stumbles but manages to stay upright.
Man, she wishes she was stronger right about now.HRRGH she is just going to be letting him hold on to her shoulder and grabbing his arm to try to help support him and you know, more or less help keep him from taking a dive right onto the floor. Summoner you need to lose weight--]no subject
[He just kinda... stands there and struggles for breath for a bit, eyes squeezed shut, obviously fighting pain and exhaustion by the jerky and unsteady movement of his chest. He may be... grabbing her shoulder a little too hard... Watch out for the claws );]
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[OUCH that hurts, man, and she kind of yelps, just a little, both from the pain and the fact that she didn't expect it, but she doesn't move for fear of making things worse. She's just gonna deal with that discomfort there until he's okay, no big deal.
Is she bleeding--She manages to keep her mouth shut after that, at least.]no subject
[WELL THEN the yelp definitely brings him back a little, and his grip loosens up. And then his breathing evens out as much as it can and he... lets her go for real. His voice is only a faint rasp though: ]
Sorry.
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[Oh, man-- she's relieved to... you know, not have claws in her shoulder, but she's also hoping he didn't let go before he was ready.] It's okay, really--! [She was halfway to reaching up to check the damage, but she stops guiltily. No need to make him feel worse.]
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Are you, okay...?
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[Nod! She is the most okay, clearly.] I'm fine...! But-- are you? [That's considerably more pertinent.]
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I'll, make do.
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If you need help, all you have to do is ask. [Or just grab, whatever. This is apparently her way of saying she's cool with claws in her shoulder if need be.]
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We are uh. Almost there, right? I think, I will... be able to, make it. But uh... thank you.
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... Right, I think so. If you're sure. You're welcome.
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[He's not, but... you know... gotta stay positive and all that. And on that thought he starts moving again... sobs well he's nothing if not resilient I guess]
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Okay. [He has her support! In more ways than one. It's totally his decision to make. Brb, following after him.]
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[AT LEAST... they're finally on the infirmary floor and the sigh of relief he breathes at the realization actually... shakes him down to his bones. Oh god he's so... happy aughsldkfjlsdkjfklk]
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