[the body is stronger than it first appears! he tries to pull away, and it hangs on for dear life, the laughing getting louder, a little more maniacal.
as damien stumbles back, the body comes with him, curling up close. right up against him, like it's trying to steal his warmth. maybe it is.]
no, this time, the body latches on. digs their fingers into his chest, his arms, and, without hesitation, bites him. right on the neck, like they're trying to rip away flesh.]
[well, a big chunk comes off from where they bite.
and then they pull back, spitting that flesh to the side. gross. the hood slips, just a little, as they cackle. a bit of brown hair slips out from the darkness.]
damien's hand comes up to hold the fresh new wound. at least being hurt puts him into survival-mode enough to use his color - but he's unarmed, so all he can do is make his hand burn with magic.
... well, one of his hands. because he's not letting go of his neck. ]
[the body shrieks, and falls backwards, slapping at their hood as it alights. it's enough for part of the hood to burn away, and a frightened girl stares at him, an angry burn welted across her face.
her eyes are red, glowing. she doesn't know what's happening. but she will try again, throwing herself at damien with a yowl.]
increasingly impossible to actually fight her, so he's only trying to hold her back and keep on the defensive. the desperation means he's still using fire, but he's trying to avoid touching any bare skin with the fire from his color. ]
[ people crying still makes him freeze up. it's so hard to do anything in those moments because what can you even do for someone else? and his head is swimming with stress and also pain, because holy fuck?
maybe there's more he should do about this. when it was rose - he had wanted to comfort her. she was just a girl and she was going through something fucked up, alone. and he hadn't then. and he's not sure if he should, now.
maybe he should run away?
... if he's going to try to comfort her, maybe he should actually say something? or do something more substantial than... just come to kneel on the ground in front of her.
[he moves close, and kneels in front of her. she's sobbing, wild and messy, coughing - coughing up something?
and now that he's here, he can see the color that comes out of her mouth, like blood. splatters of neon, staining the floor. she shudders horridly, like her whole body is fighting her, trying to cave in.
and then she freezes, and looks up at him, as she pulls her hands away from herself. she scoots closer, and moves like she's going to hug him.
and as she does, a knife slides from her jacket, from where it was hidden. she stabs him, right in the stomach, deep as it can go. and then pulls it out, and tries again, and again, and again--]
[ it's fine marie just throws up sometimes. except then it's very quickly not okay, because that's. neon. and she's in pain and he can't do anything about it, he can never figure out what to do.
he brings his hands up like he's going to hold onto her shoulders, but they just end up hovering there, uncertain, not quite making contact.
and then the world is all pain and red. he tries to grab at her wrist to stop the stabs, but his vision is already going spotty. ]
[he grabs at her wrist, and when he does, she stops.
she hiccups, and pulls the knife slow from damien's ribs. she coughs a little, splattering color all over him. it burns, acidlike. and then she pushes him away, to the floor, discarding him. or --
or maybe it's for his own good? maybe. because when she sees him bleeding on the floor, she chokes, eyes glowing wildly red, and turns the knife on herself. her chest, her stomach, and then, with a brutal finality, through her own throat.
[ despite it all, there's still a part of him that wants to crawl towards her.
damien is never good at keeping away from things when he should. keeping away from people who are bad for him.
or people that he's bad for.
"You were in pain, screaming in pain, and I couldn't run to you fast enough. I couldn't save you."
"A nightmare based on something that never happened. Because I did save you. I did."
but the injuries are too much. he doubles over, curling in on himself with one arm over his bleeding stomach and the other still pressed to his throat. when he opens his mouth all that comes out is a pained groan.
"I need you to save me, now, Marā¬"
it's hard to think through the hurt. it's hard to feel anything but this crushing, confused despair, and anger, and - the fear that looms over him like his own inescapable shadow. is he going to wake up back in the AM again? or this time is he just going to be left for dead like all of them had really wanted? ]
[slowly, she bleeds out. multicolored, neon blood leaks from her wounds, bright and hard to look at. it pools, and stains damien's clothes.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. are these his friends? has he ever really had anybody at all, or has he pushed them away? are you waiting for something to happen? it won't. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. this might be better. this might be more accurate, to be left for dead with nobody around to save him.
he bleeds out, slowly. until finally the darkness takes him.]
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saturations) wrote2022-02-21 11:38 am
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but he persists. all you can do is keep going. ]
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in the distance, you see a light. just one. it shakes and trembles, like it's having a hard time staying on. but it is there, and it is present.
you can see a table, under that light. and a body, laying on top of that table. small. hooded.]
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he's in panic mode. ]
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the body is breathing. it's not strapped down. and it does grab his wrist, when he tries for the hood. a little giggle comes from under the hood.]
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as damien stumbles back, the body comes with him, curling up close. right up against him, like it's trying to steal his warmth. maybe it is.]
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no, this time, the body latches on. digs their fingers into his chest, his arms, and, without hesitation, bites him. right on the neck, like they're trying to rip away flesh.]
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damien is wimpy so all he can do is just keep struggling, trying to fight this body off of him ]
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and then they pull back, spitting that flesh to the side. gross. the hood slips, just a little, as they cackle. a bit of brown hair slips out from the darkness.]
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damien's hand comes up to hold the fresh new wound. at least being hurt puts him into survival-mode enough to use his color - but he's unarmed, so all he can do is make his hand burn with magic.
... well, one of his hands. because he's not letting go of his neck. ]
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her eyes are red, glowing. she doesn't know what's happening. but she will try again, throwing herself at damien with a yowl.]
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increasingly impossible to actually fight her, so he's only trying to hold her back and keep on the defensive. the desperation means he's still using fire, but he's trying to avoid touching any bare skin with the fire from his color. ]
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she laughs. she just - drops to her knees, and starts to laugh, arms wrapped tightly around herself, laughing so hard she cries.]
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maybe there's more he should do about this. when it was rose - he had wanted to comfort her. she was just a girl and she was going through something fucked up, alone. and he hadn't then. and he's not sure if he should, now.
maybe he should run away?
... if he's going to try to comfort her, maybe he should actually say something? or do something more substantial than... just come to kneel on the ground in front of her.
but that's all he does. ]
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and now that he's here, he can see the color that comes out of her mouth, like blood. splatters of neon, staining the floor. she shudders horridly, like her whole body is fighting her, trying to cave in.
and then she freezes, and looks up at him, as she pulls her hands away from herself. she scoots closer, and moves like she's going to hug him.
and as she does, a knife slides from her jacket, from where it was hidden. she stabs him, right in the stomach, deep as it can go. and then pulls it out, and tries again, and again, and again--]
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he brings his hands up like he's going to hold onto her shoulders, but they just end up hovering there, uncertain, not quite making contact.
and then the world is all pain and red. he tries to grab at her wrist to stop the stabs, but his vision is already going spotty. ]
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she hiccups, and pulls the knife slow from damien's ribs. she coughs a little, splattering color all over him. it burns, acidlike. and then she pushes him away, to the floor, discarding him. or --
or maybe it's for his own good? maybe. because when she sees him bleeding on the floor, she chokes, eyes glowing wildly red, and turns the knife on herself. her chest, her stomach, and then, with a brutal finality, through her own throat.
she collapses. the black space is silent.]
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damien is never good at keeping away from things when he should. keeping away from people who are bad for him.
or people that he's bad for.
"You were in pain, screaming in pain, and I couldn't run to you fast enough. I couldn't save you."
"A nightmare based on something that never happened. Because I did save you. I did."
but the injuries are too much. he doubles over, curling in on himself with one arm over his bleeding stomach and the other still pressed to his throat. when he opens his mouth all that comes out is a pained groan.
"I need you to save me, now, Marā¬"
it's hard to think through the hurt. it's hard to feel anything but this crushing, confused despair, and anger, and - the fear that looms over him like his own inescapable shadow. is he going to wake up back in the AM again? or this time is he just going to be left for dead like all of them had really wanted? ]
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whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. are these his friends? has he ever really had anybody at all, or has he pushed them away? are you waiting for something to happen? it won't. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. this might be better. this might be more accurate, to be left for dead with nobody around to save him.
he bleeds out, slowly. until finally the darkness takes him.]