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[darc_nidellia]

Who: Darc and Vaarsuvius
When: Friday evening
Where: 29C
Summery: Darc goes to check on V, making one final attempt to return the favour for saving Izaya
Warnings: Darc’s language, snarkiness, probable angst

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"Oh for the love of--"

The elf swung the door open.

"Yujinn, I told you I--Darc."

Vaarsuvius immediately ducked further in the room away from the door, getting away from the light, but the moment s/he had been in the doorway had been long enough to see exactly how unhealthy s/he was--pallid skin, dark circles, pronounced veins, and at this point, beginning to rival fifty pounds underweight.

"What are you doing here?"

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A fleeting look of surprise crossed the half-breed's small, pointed face as he caught sight of the elf; even after s/he'd ducked back into the room, he could see her clearly enough thanks to his Drakyr heritage. S/he hadn't looked like that the last time he'd seen hir. Still, his expression swiftly transmuted back into its customary scowl as he continued to regard hir, and he took a tentative step into the doorway, eyes narrowed as he continued to watch hir.

'Returning a favour,' he stated bluntly, before adding, 'you do realise you need to eat to stay alive, right?'

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"By the elven gods."

Vaarsuvius had to lean against the desk to stay upright. The lack of food was taking its toll on hir stamina and balance, and actually standing was a bit of a chore now, but like hell was she ever going to let on to it.

"Get out. I requested you not come here, did I not?"

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Darc's scowl deepend a little and a low, warning growl rumbled at the back of his throat as he took in the other's response; he did not appreciate being spoken to like that, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he could quite clearly perceive that the elf could barely keep hirself upright - yes, he was far more perceptive to physical cues then to emotional ones, apparently - and that he could smell the faint yet unmistakable scent of death beginning to emanate from hir, he would have turned on his heel and left immediately. Still...anyone with eyes would have been able to pick up on the fact that s/he was severely unwell...and s/he had prevented death from claiming both himself and Izaya...so he gritted his teeth and attempting to make one last attempt at offering some kind of assistance.

'Yeah, and I remember telling you to leave me the hell alone after...'he still couldn't quite bring himself to say it out loud, 'after the other week, but you didn't, so you can fucking put up with me now. Answer my question.'

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The elf grit hir teeth, giving him a vicious glare, but by the elven gods, s/he really didn't have the strength to fight.

"I have not eaten since before reset. Is that what you wanted to know? Can you leave now?"

Hir voice was sharp, unhinged. The elf hadn't tranced in months, and it was really taking a toll on hir ability to control hirself. S/he just wanted the man to leave.

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It was tempting. Darc may have made a significant improvement since the week following his ordeal in the isolation chamber, but he was still a long way from being entirely back to himself. The week had been stressful one - albiet not on the same level as the two that had preceded it - with Izaya stil traumatised from his near-death experinece and the sudden appearance of the brother Darc had never met within the facility - and he really was in no mood to endure any more emotionally-charged events. He was drained enough as it was. Still, he supposed that he ought to do something.

'Not until I see you eat something. That's what you made me do, isn't it?' he intoned gruffly in a voice that should have informed the other that he was in no mood for argument, 'and anyway, why the hell are you even doing this to yourself? It doesn't make any sense.'

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Power. Of course it was all about power with Vaarsuvius.

In a way, she was refusing to give hir body anything because it felt like the only thing s/he had control over anymore.

But s/he wouldn't tell him. Not without a lot of prodding.

"I am capable of making my own decisions. I have decided to refuse sustenance."

Alright, Vaarsuvius really couldn't keep standing. S/he pushed the chair back and sat in it, trying to keep hir fatigue from showing. "Leave me. I am certain you have other issues to attend to."

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Darc gave hir an incredulous look in response to that. Not long before this, he wouldn't have understood why anyone would refuse to eat when they had food available to them, but given the depths he had sunk to after the torture he had endured, he now knew perfectly well how it could happen.

'Don't be ridiculous,people don't just decide not to eat for the hell of it, there has to be a reason,' the words were leaving his lips like razorblades, and he knew he should probably try to soften his approach, but it simply wasn't the way he worked and Vaarsuvius was not the only one who'd experienced trauma around here, 'I told you the conditions. I'll leave once I've seen you eat something, so stop holding me up and get the hell on with it.'

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"Why do you even care enough to stay here? I informed you once and I will inform you again: should it come to a battle of who is more stubborn, I shall win."

Vaarsuvius pushed hir hair out of hir face, closing hir eyes and struggling to not acknowledge the whispers bouncing around hir head. S/he wanted him to leave. S/he wanted him to leave immediately.

S/he was tired of being seen like this.

"I refused sustenance for a reason and I will continue to refuse it."

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'I told you, I'm returning the favour. You made sure me and Izaya didn't die, so I'm just doing the same,' he intoned flatly, before giving an incredulous snort, 'clearly you don't know me very well then, do you.'

His scowl deepened a little further on hearing her almost petulant declaration, and he took a few more steps into the room; he didn't have the patience for this kind of ridiculous behaviour. 'If you want me to leave, then you'll do what I say. Eat something.'

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"I saved you by risking your immortal souls!"

The elf snapped, standing up and snarling at him with glowing purple eyes.

"You have no reason to be grateful! You are fortunate that you are not semi-conscious granite at the moment!"

Congratulations, Darc. You touched the problem.

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Darc raised a brow on hearing that; was that seriously the problem?

'Yeah, and I knew the risks when I asked you to do it. Besides, what were the alternatives? We didn't think there was gonna be any reset...it was either a possible eternity as semi-counscious granite or death, and I made my choice. Do you think I would have let it happen if I hadn't wanted it? Anyway, there's no point in worrying about things that could have happened. They didn't, so just shut the hell up and learn to get on with it,' he all-but snarled out, this being one of those rare occasions when he responded in more than one-sentence answers.

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"There were a thousand things I should have done but was too proud to see. AGAIN!"

Vaarsuvius looked about ready to hit him.

"Requested assistance from others or had you both breathing water until midnight or do anything that wasn't turning several different people to stone, potentially forever. It did not even occur to me to ask for help, or if anyone else had a better alternative. I thought I had learned, but of course, not even that thrice-damned dragon could teach me."

As if only just realizing that s/he was revealing a hell of a lot more to Darc than s/he meant to, s/he turned on him, skulking forward with very threatening body language. "GET OUT!"

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'Tch. I don't know if it escaped your attention, but Izaya had practically stopped breathing by the time I finally got off my ass and came to you, and all the water was frozen, there were no alternatives that would have come to us quick enough to save him. It was the only thing left for us to do at that time,' he insisted, his voice gruff and low; it seemed obvious to him, but perhaps pointing it out was necessary.

Darc's own posture swiftly became equally agressive as the elf approached him, arms dropping down by his sides and his hands balling into fists. 'I told you no,' as tempting as it was to leave, he hadn't been lying when he'd implied that he was stubborn, and he did not like being spoken to like that.

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"I could have melted the water! I had the magic! I was just too impulsive!"

Now s/he had utterly snapped, and s/he swung hir hand to claw his face, expression twisted in almost animalistic fury.

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Darc parted his lips to once again point out to hir that Izaya was beyond being able to breath by that point - the panic and carbon dioxide poisoning having pushed him too far, when suddenly s/he was lunging towards him. With preternatural speed, he grabbed hold of hir wrist before it even got close to his face, spinning her around and pinning hir hard up against the wall in a movement that was - to him - as easy and natural as breathing; it didn't even take any effort.

'You're being ridiculous. Now calm the fuck down or I'm gonna call for a medic,' and he was fairly sure that if Vaarsuvius didn't want him there, s/he wasn't going to want someone s/he'd never even met, either.