the storm finally found me

[uprisings]

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…]

Comments

[uprisings]

[...lksdjf]

Uh... okay. I mean. Won't the uh... medic expects you, here though...?

[entropied]

[Pffft.]

Who cares?

[But for now, she sits in the chair next to the bed.]

[uprisings]

[...heh. Okay whatever. Sits back on the bed then]

I guess uh... not you.

[entropied]

[Good guess. She falls silent, toying with a lock of hair and just... Watching him. God she's moirailling him already and she doesn't even realize it.]

[uprisings]

[Oh my god she is please stop Handmaid. Stares back... eyes slowly widening as he realizes... what she's doing...]

[And then he lets his gaze... drift... to the side... He's not gonna feelings jam with you, Coleta, nope nope nope]

[entropied]

[It is impressive that he realizes because she doesn't even realize.]

...What?

[uprisings]

[He's had a moirail before...! And she gave him that look all the... time... when he was being miserable... lksjdf STILL NOT LOOKING AT HER]

Nothing...

[entropied]

[...Okay, she is just going to assume she did something wrong and look away again. hrnnnggg.]

[uprisings]

[Oh nooooo... Well he... looks back eventually, and sees her looking away now. And feels bad lsdfkj THEY'RE SO TERRIBLE AT THIS WHY]

Coleta.

[entropied]

[BECAUSE THEY'RE STUPID. She bites her lip and peeks back up at him, but doesn't respond. DOES HE REALIZE HE IS THE ONLY PERSON SHE ALLOWS TO CALL HER BY A NICKNAME....]

[uprisings]

[NO............. he actually pretty much thinks of it as her name now, whoops]

[But oh good she looked at him. Just... smiles at her. It's okay, alright? He just... you know... doesn't want this to get any paler then it already has yep yep yep]

[entropied]

[Oh. Okay. She doesn't smile back, but she does relax a little. She's not trying to be pale she has no idea what's happening!!!! After a second or so of intense thought, she glances up at him again.]

It's my fault, isn't it?

[uprisings]

[...wait what. Looks confused! She looked so deep in thought there for a second though. This must be... important...]

What...?

[entropied]

That you've been so... Upset.

[She has no idea why seeing him so unhappy has such an affect on her when it doesn't with anyone else, but she can't ignore the odd need she has to fix it, either.]

[uprisings]

Oh...

[...well yes. LSKJDF if she were anyone else, he'd probably just say that, but he is sort of caught in the same throes of Not Wanting Her To Hurt. So...]

It was, not your fault. That you uh... knew. And said something. [Tries to shrug and... regrets it immediately lkjsdf Hisses, touching his chest very slightly. Ow ow ow... ow]

[entropied]

[She frowns when he hisses, hesitating for a moment before moving to sit beside him on the bed again.]

I shouldn't have.

[Another awkward pause, and when she continues, her voice is much softer than usual.]

I'm sorry.

[uprisings]

[...???????]

[!!!!!!!!]

[WHAT. WOW]

[Now he looks even more confused, holy shit. At least for a second anyway, and then it passes, fades into a bright smile. Comforting? He's trying at least, touching her shoulder as he speaks]

It's uh... [...not really okay. But...] I would have, rather. Found out from, you... then anyone else. I think.

[entropied]

[OH.

Okay.

...What does this mean he totally lost her she is so confused???

But she likes the fact that he's actually smiling. It's probably the first real one she's seen since she told him. He gets the tiniest of shy smiles back.]

[uprisings]

[It just means everyone else who could have told him probably would have been a dick about it!!!! /points at eyes /points at highbloods]

[Or at least. This is the thing he's telling himself, even if the way she actually smiles back makes his heart flutter a little. Or... well... more then it is already anyway AHAHA TRAUMATIC CHEST INJURY but you get the idea]

I uh... still. Do not really, know what to do now. But. I think. Maybe I'll be able to, figure something out. [Hopefully... It's a better hope then the one he came into the infirmary with at least...]

[entropied]

You will.

[Wow since when are you so positive, Handmaid? But she thinks if any of the revolutions could have succeeded without her meddling, it would have been his.

...God, she is a terrible person.]

[uprisings]

[Aww... AWW. He actually... feels better when she says that. There is a huge difference between trying frantically to get himself to believe things will be better, and someone else... saying it too...!]

Yes. Good. Uh, that will... be nice. I think.

LIFE IS HARD!!!!

[entropied]

[She nods back, trying to resist the odd urge to reach for his hand again. She also doesn't know if he's going to be okay or not. She glances over at him again.]

...How are you feeling?

GET OUT OF THE THREAD JADE GOSH

[uprisings]

[...this is the sound of a dry laugh with broken ribs]

Like uh. I was punched, in the chest. By the, Highblood.

SHUT UP!!!!!

[entropied]

[That gets her to smirk.]

You're good at picking fights.

N O P E

[uprisings]

[Smiles a little at her smirk]

Well. I uh, did. Start a revolution. [Picking fights is kind of his job lkjsdf]