towerofanimus | 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…]

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[...wow, if he wasn't trying so hard not to cough himself into unconsciousness, he'd really appreciate this. As it is, it isn't long before he just... gives up on standing for now, horn scraping uncomfortably against the wall as he slides down and sits on the edge of the stair behind him]

[But at least he stops coughing finally??? Wipes at the uh... rather disconcerting amount of blood at his mouth and... jerks his elbow away from her... though it is... obviously a pretty weak jerk. Ugh... ugh ugh ugh, no talking now, only trying to get his breath back]

[redglare takes a little step back, face blank. she kind of wonders if she should just leave, but that feels like it would be a dick move...

for now she just stands there kind of awkwardly, watching and waiting. she thinks she could help him up, and help him walk, pretty easily, but it's not like she's going to bother if he obviously doesn't want the help.]

[lkajdf he's surprised she stays. Distantly maybe. His attention isn't really on her after all!! His breath does eventually even out though and then he's just... kinda dead eyeing the stairs]

[...now he has to get up again. How... oh god. Looks... up at Redglare. Is he actually going to have to ask her for help. Sobs but she's a legislacerator and a highblood... Fuck. Rubs his nonbloodied hand over his face and then reaches up to grab the railing again]

Were you, trying to... help? [When you grabbed his elbow...]

[come on she knows she can be a little...stiff...sometimes, but she thought it was fairly obvious that she wasn't trying to hurt him come on now!!]

Was that not obvious?

[she actually lets herself sound a little exasperated. she is making an effort here, dammit. but then again he didn't seem to want much to do with her helping with the elbow thing so she'll just...stay where she is. for now.]

Yes.

[He just makes a habit of double checking on things like that okay okay. Gives her another long stare. And then up at his hand around the railing. There is no way... he's getting this done by himself. No. Way]

[Fine. Looks at her again, and offers a hand]

Then help me, up...? [...don't give a fuck that that was basically a command. He just needs to... get where he's going somehow]

[surprise, instead of being horrified at his lowblood sass redglare takes the hand and helps him regain his feet. she moves closer in the course of this action, so if he wanted to lean on her for walking purposes...yeah, she would probably let him do that too.

oh right and she's still got his hand.]

[WOW... HE'S... IMPRESSED??? And also yep, totally taking her up on that leaning thing. Luckily he's pretty light for as tall as he is!!]

[Just kinda... squeezing her hand as he does this. He's pretty okay with it staying there tbh if only for the illusion of emotional support along with the physical help. Maybe distantly he is trying to reassure himself... As long as she's here, he'll make it. Yes, of course]

[this doesn't seem like the time for conversation--redglare is pretty bad at that kind of thing anyway--so instead of trying it she just starts heading for the infirmary, pace about as slow as summoner was going before.

she keeps the hand, since he doesn't seem to mind, and focuses on keeping him upright and getting to their destination as smoothly as possible. she's not too bad in a pinch, really.]

[Yeah he's... doing pretty badly! Seems that last fit was the last punch to the gut he needed to finally just... exhaust him. So he's pretty much leaning on her as hard he can without stopping them entirely. Trying to keep his eyes open. Trying to keep moving]

[Honestly he wishes she'd talk, if only for the distraction. Even if it was super awkward and / or bureaucratic shit he didn't understand. Sighs... oh well...]

[yeah after a bit she notices him flagging and gives his hand a squeeze.]

No, not yet. We're almost there.

[and they are probably only half a staircase away.]

Come on. [she tries to nudge him up a bit with her shoulder, since he's pretty much bent over her at this point anyway.]

[uuuuuugh Redglare he doesn't wanna]

[HE DOESN'T]

[WANNA]

[Wheezes, coughing shallowly a couple times, before he... tries quite valiantly to straighten up a little bit. And he manages to at least... get off her some, but he still hisses, drawing a pained breath between his teeth]

How much. Further.

[hey you know what they're close enough that...]

I can see the entrance to our destination. Will you give up so close to your goal?

[...are they really that close. Looks up, and if he... could sigh in relief he would. Instead his head just kinda drops, and he smiles awfully. Fuck yeah, pulling through one more god damn time]

[He doesn't respond but he moves with quite a lot more purpose now. Maybe not faster, but definitely more determined to get this the fuck over with]

[oh good that little bit of goading worked. but what is redglare going to do when they actually get to the infirmary.......

oh right kind of push him onto a bed. BUT AFTER THAT SHE WILL I GUESS JUST STAND AROUND AWKWARDLY? her life is so hard]

[lksdjflkjd shoved onto a bed!!! And he makes a kind of horrible, rasping sound when he hits it thanks Redglare. Shoots her a fuzzy but distinctly annoyed stare]

Are you. Staying...?

[come on you're a troll man up!! it was a soft surface and everything!!]

I suppose I don't have much of a reason to.

[except for like...being concerned for his well-being...that seems kind of awkward though?]

[HE JUST WALKED DOWN ELEVEN FLIGHTS OF STAIRS MOSTLY UNASSISTED WHILE DYING OKAY he totally has a right to be a wimpy bitch about this]

[Watches her... confused. Is she... worried? Why would she hang around if she doesn't think she has a reason???]

Uh... no, not. Really? Unless, I guess, you can... think. Of one?

[now she's glancing around the infirmary, trying to figure out where...whoever it is that does infirmary stuff is. TEEHEE IF ONLY SHE KNEW THAT SOMEONE WAS SIGNLESS.

maybe she should bring him a roll of bandages or something............he could use those right??]

I suppose it would be...[uh]...appropriate to stay until a medical professional arrived.

the storm finally found me

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