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relinquishing) wrote2023-01-27 01:24 am
relinquishing) wrote2023-01-27 01:24 am
INACTIVE - Appointments - IC
"Sit back, relax, prop your feet up if you need to. Let me get you something to drink, and we'll talk!"
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2)Date the thread takes place
3)[Voice], [Text], or [Action]
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The pain of fatigue, of combat, aching in every bone and joint and muscle; The sting of open wounds on his arms, his shoulders, a sharp discomfort shooting through his back and one of his wings every time he took in a breath.
The ache that lingered in his mind, however, was different. It hurt in an eerily familiar way... Almost as if someone had been holding his head between their hands in a death grip, pressing and pressing for an unspeakable amount of time before suddenly letting go. It was that feeling, of a sudden release of tension, the absence of pain and restriction causing its own type of discomfort...
So it isn't a surprise when he finally stirs, his face tightening with a quiet groan before his eyes finally open. W-where-- what--
...
And then he catches the glimpse of green hair out of the corner of his eye, and he turns his head to see who it was sitting beside him...]
...Ion?
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...thank goodness you woke up. Don't try to move too much or you'll aggravate your injuries. [Not that Guy looks ready to spring out of bed or anything, but... better safe than sorry. Ion's prepared to cast a few more healing artes in the event that Guy needs them, but anything drastic and he'd probably have to call for help.]
How are you feeling?
oh my goood. Hah... s-sup Sarah, I am the latest ever.
What... what had happened?]
I've... felt better. Not gonna lie.
[He slowly brings a hand up, meaning to rest it against his forehead... and hesitating when he sees the coating of blood stained up his gloves and sleeve.
Something wasn't right.
What had happened?]
/pat pat
[But even knowing what Guy's answer might be, he has to ask. There's a definite edge of seriousness in his voice.]
...Guy. Can you remember the last thing that happened before you woke up here?
Hardest part about this tag - spending 5 minutes choosing an icon.
I... Luke and I, we... we'd just left the apartment... going to the Battle Dome...
I ran ahead...
And..
...
[-- and then what?
...
He... fell?
Yeah... that...
That sounded right.
Knees hitting the ground, a finger wrapped against his
arm
and pain
pain pain
pain and the sifting of thoughts and PANIC and HORROR and
Anger.
Uncontrolled.
Unable to be tamed.
Unable to be held back.
Pain and PAIN and
letting that control slip
through
his
grasp
His face slowly pales, fingers clenching harder into his hair as his eyes widen.
Anger anger anger and the pulling of weapons, the clashing of metal.
The rush of adrenaline.
The catch of sword on flesh.
Knocking a blade away.
Not away - through...
a feeling of finality - of triumph, of wrath having its way
the flash of black
the spattering of blood
a shower of feathers
the force of a blade
cutting
through
bone
and
screaming
SCREAMING
The scent of blood suddenly becomes so very strong, so evident and pronounced.
He's trembling.
Trembling so hard, so suddenly.
I...
I killed...
I killed...
...]
...I-Ion.
[His voice is quiet and shaking.]
Where...
Where is Luke...
/KNOWS THIS FEEL
[When Guy finally speaks, Ion's reply is immediate.]
Luke is fine.
[He doesn't know that. He doesn't know what became of Luke at all. He was gone by the time Ion had arrived. But he needs to believe it. He needs to believe Luke is all right, that the healers got to him in time, that he's just resting in the clinic and sleeping off his pain... he needs to believe it so strongly, when he says it, he very nearly convinces himself that it's the truth. And that's likely the only thing holding him together right now, outside of his immediate concern for Guy.]
[But his face doesn't look happy. Because that sentence isn't over yet. Perhaps it's just the events of the day wearing him down, but he's not in a position to soften the blow about the truth of what happened.]
[He can't look Guy in the eyes when he continues, staring instead down at his lap.]
...but Asch is dead.
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The blonde shuts his eyes and forces himself to relax again, keeping silent to Ion's statement. Luke was alive, and that itself was a small comfort right now. But Asch...
He... killed Asch.
To assume that healers would have reached them both in time was a bit ridiculous, wasn't it? And with the way Asch had been injured... Guy wasn't sure that even the best of healers could have revived him in time.
The silence is thick for another long moment before Guy finally speaks again, his voice just a little stronger than before.]
I assume the curse slot's been removed, then.
[If Ion was here, that was probably the case... although, hadn't he been sick? He glances over - Ion looked a little better than the last time he and Guy had spoken, but he still seemed so frail.
Whether that was because of the fonic arte he just used or something else entirely wasn't about to be questioned.]
You feeling alright?
/I think I just beat you in lateness....
[But at Guy's question, he has to look up. After everything that's happened, after what Ion just told him... he's asking about Ion? For a moment, he looks genuinely lost as to what to say.]
...I'm the one who should be asking you. You've been unconscious this whole time.
[Many unspoken words hang just off the tip of his tongue, but he can't bring himself to say them. Asch is dead. He was killed by your blade. How are you so calm about this? Why...? It would be cruel to ask such things, and he knows it. It wasn't Guy's fault. It was the Curse Slot... and even then, not knowing the details of what happened, there's no telling whether Asch had even been a target at all.]
[And even if he had... what was there for Guy to say? Guy and Asch weren't friends. He had no obligation to feel anything about killing him, other than perhaps the guilt of knowing he indirectly caused the death of an innocent man.]
[But perhaps the truth of the matter was Asch was Ion's friend. And even knowing Guy wasn't the right one to blame for his death, and that this wasn't the same Guy who Asch had been involved with... he still wanted Guy to feel something for him.]