[closed] // beatus vir qui suffert tentationem
[ Characters ] Otacon, Liquid
[ Location ] Their house in Jamorrow
[ Date/Time ] backdated to April 27th, evening/night
[ Warning ] Blood; and in true MGS fashion, lots of the ghey.
[ Content ] Injured by the Jubjub Bird, Otacon manages to make it home.
Blood splattered the ground from Childreams to Jamorrow, splattering vivid red on the ground with every few steps Otacon took. His right arm hung useless at his side, a deep cut along it seeming to be the source of most of the blood--the chain of a set of crimson stained dogtags wrapped around his right hand.
At that moment, Otacon knew only two things; he couldn't let go of the tags in his hand and he had to keep walking. Scratched up and bruised, his entire body was assaulted with a constant pain unlike anything else he had ever known. He was tech support, for god's sake--he didn't belong here. Not in Wonderland, not on any other battlefield. Dazedly he wanted to call out for Snake, but the hope that he would ever answer was all but dead by now.
But Liquid would answer. Liquid would be there. Snake had abandoned him in this godforsaken place...but his twin wouldn't. Liquid had kept Otacon by his side--only because the engineer slowly and unknowingly gave in to Stockholm Syndrome--and that was where Otacon would stay.
He didn't clearly remember opening the door; hell, he didn't remember making it to the house. Blood loss was causing his vision to darken slightly, skin turning deathly white.
"Li...quid..."
That was all he managed to say. Seconds after that, Otacon was unconscious even before he hit the floor with a dull 'thud'.
[ Location ] Their house in Jamorrow
[ Date/Time ] backdated to April 27th, evening/night
[ Warning ] Blood; and in true MGS fashion, lots of the ghey.
[ Content ] Injured by the Jubjub Bird, Otacon manages to make it home.
Blood splattered the ground from Childreams to Jamorrow, splattering vivid red on the ground with every few steps Otacon took. His right arm hung useless at his side, a deep cut along it seeming to be the source of most of the blood--the chain of a set of crimson stained dogtags wrapped around his right hand.
At that moment, Otacon knew only two things; he couldn't let go of the tags in his hand and he had to keep walking. Scratched up and bruised, his entire body was assaulted with a constant pain unlike anything else he had ever known. He was tech support, for god's sake--he didn't belong here. Not in Wonderland, not on any other battlefield. Dazedly he wanted to call out for Snake, but the hope that he would ever answer was all but dead by now.
But Liquid would answer. Liquid would be there. Snake had abandoned him in this godforsaken place...but his twin wouldn't. Liquid had kept Otacon by his side--only because the engineer slowly and unknowingly gave in to Stockholm Syndrome--and that was where Otacon would stay.
He didn't clearly remember opening the door; hell, he didn't remember making it to the house. Blood loss was causing his vision to darken slightly, skin turning deathly white.
"Li...quid..."
That was all he managed to say. Seconds after that, Otacon was unconscious even before he hit the floor with a dull 'thud'.