Take Another Pill For Love [CLOSED]
Characters: Rion Steiner, Garnet til Alexandros.
Content: Rion and Garnet go to meet up at the Masonic Lodge, in a not-so-great state of health. Because Rion is a dumb-butt who can’t take care of himself.
Location: The Grand Masonic Lodge.
Time of day: Afternoon. Backdated to the day after this.
Warnings: Angry kid ahoy.
Garnet was right. He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye to her when he had left some time ago. The matter of which he may have concerned her or made her worry didn’t fully register to him at the time. There wasn’t a whole lot that registered to his simple mind, to be honest. The fact that there were people who cared for him was an alien thing.
But Garnet didn’t deserve that. She had been nice to him. Rion wouldn’t have been able to walk these days if she hadn’t been there to heal him. And he hadn’t been able to repay her properly in return. Nothing more than having nearly gotten her killed in Birdman’s line of fire. The way things went... it all could’ve turned out so much worse than it had.
Guilt still sunk in when Rion thought about that. He remembered how weak he’d gotten since he got here. His pathetic handicap didn’t help.
He was a disgusting piece of flesh to look at, and there was no nice way of getting around to that. The repulsive little fucking animal. Even if he tried covering the two empty abyss where blue eyes had once been, what difference did it make?
Walking. He was walking. If anyone had regarded him, Rion wouldn’t have noticed. His hands reached out for the walls and landmarks that led him from the New Museum where V had taken him. Chances were, that place would not be home to Rion for long, either. Any place Rion had ever gone to didn’t feel like home. Not anymore. So what was home? These streets?
The lodge. Felt like it’d been so long since he had last been there. Somehow, like the cathedral, it felt safe. It was the one place where Rion had been to where he didn’t feel bothered. Nothing bad had happened here. None that he could think of. Only good things.
And Garnet...
Rion winced. He gasped in pain, nearly throwing himself against the wall as he stopped to gain his self-control from the momentary drunk agony that had overwhelmed him, like setting his skin on fire. The stab wounds in his chest and arms still inflamed. V helped take care of the stitches, but Rion’s own undoing hadn’t helped with keeping them from getting infected. He’d been so stupid as to try and clean them up himself. Couldn’t do anything right.
Shirts and jackets covered them, but his posture couldn’t hide the fact that the boy was hurting bad. His staggering strides down the street further revealed this. His coarse, rasp breaths heard as he dragged himself across the walls, feeling and trying to sense the direction in which he knew the lodge was. Like it was blueprinted directly into his mind.
Hot and white. He tried not to think of these things. Or anything, for that matter. Or Lilia, or her voice, and hearing her voice speak when she said she wanted him to come home. But he couldn’t go home. Not right now. Maybe the lodge could be home again. He wanted it to be... somehow. What did he have to go home to?
Then he felt it. His fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the doors to the lodge. Symbols and meanings that didn’t have any connotation to him, but somehow must’ve been significant to someone. The doors pushed open and the boy slipped inward, clutching his pained chest. His legs nearly stumbled, catching themselves before toppling over.
His hands gripped a frantic hold for one of the many chairs within the front entrance. He couldn’t yet bring himself to sit down-wasn’t able to maneuver himself to do so. Instead he stood there, buckling over the back of the chair while just struggling trying to stay conscious.
You can do this. For fuck’s sake, just stay awake long enough for her to get here.
“Garnet...?” Rion’s voice echoed, but no reply. She must not have been here yet. Figures. Might as well take a seat to catch his breath.
Content: Rion and Garnet go to meet up at the Masonic Lodge, in a not-so-great state of health. Because Rion is a dumb-butt who can’t take care of himself.
Location: The Grand Masonic Lodge.
Time of day: Afternoon. Backdated to the day after this.
Warnings: Angry kid ahoy.
Garnet was right. He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye to her when he had left some time ago. The matter of which he may have concerned her or made her worry didn’t fully register to him at the time. There wasn’t a whole lot that registered to his simple mind, to be honest. The fact that there were people who cared for him was an alien thing.
But Garnet didn’t deserve that. She had been nice to him. Rion wouldn’t have been able to walk these days if she hadn’t been there to heal him. And he hadn’t been able to repay her properly in return. Nothing more than having nearly gotten her killed in Birdman’s line of fire. The way things went... it all could’ve turned out so much worse than it had.
Guilt still sunk in when Rion thought about that. He remembered how weak he’d gotten since he got here. His pathetic handicap didn’t help.
He was a disgusting piece of flesh to look at, and there was no nice way of getting around to that. The repulsive little fucking animal. Even if he tried covering the two empty abyss where blue eyes had once been, what difference did it make?
Walking. He was walking. If anyone had regarded him, Rion wouldn’t have noticed. His hands reached out for the walls and landmarks that led him from the New Museum where V had taken him. Chances were, that place would not be home to Rion for long, either. Any place Rion had ever gone to didn’t feel like home. Not anymore. So what was home? These streets?
The lodge. Felt like it’d been so long since he had last been there. Somehow, like the cathedral, it felt safe. It was the one place where Rion had been to where he didn’t feel bothered. Nothing bad had happened here. None that he could think of. Only good things.
And Garnet...
Rion winced. He gasped in pain, nearly throwing himself against the wall as he stopped to gain his self-control from the momentary drunk agony that had overwhelmed him, like setting his skin on fire. The stab wounds in his chest and arms still inflamed. V helped take care of the stitches, but Rion’s own undoing hadn’t helped with keeping them from getting infected. He’d been so stupid as to try and clean them up himself. Couldn’t do anything right.
Shirts and jackets covered them, but his posture couldn’t hide the fact that the boy was hurting bad. His staggering strides down the street further revealed this. His coarse, rasp breaths heard as he dragged himself across the walls, feeling and trying to sense the direction in which he knew the lodge was. Like it was blueprinted directly into his mind.
Hot and white. He tried not to think of these things. Or anything, for that matter. Or Lilia, or her voice, and hearing her voice speak when she said she wanted him to come home. But he couldn’t go home. Not right now. Maybe the lodge could be home again. He wanted it to be... somehow. What did he have to go home to?
Then he felt it. His fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the doors to the lodge. Symbols and meanings that didn’t have any connotation to him, but somehow must’ve been significant to someone. The doors pushed open and the boy slipped inward, clutching his pained chest. His legs nearly stumbled, catching themselves before toppling over.
His hands gripped a frantic hold for one of the many chairs within the front entrance. He couldn’t yet bring himself to sit down-wasn’t able to maneuver himself to do so. Instead he stood there, buckling over the back of the chair while just struggling trying to stay conscious.
You can do this. For fuck’s sake, just stay awake long enough for her to get here.
“Garnet...?” Rion’s voice echoed, but no reply. She must not have been here yet. Figures. Might as well take a seat to catch his breath.