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Wow, I'm one of those speedy log-editers.
Anyway. Gabriel has found out about Ralphietorture. Phleggy is oblivious.
"Omgwtf you tortured Ralphie, h0r."
"...huh?"
"I TRUSTED YOU. ;___;"
"...wait, what?"
"YOU FAIL!"
"fksdjfls ;___; *SLITS WRISTS*"
"........ wtf."
"... :D"
"... *kisses, apologizes, kills*"
ETA: ...Warning for massive weirdness and lots of blood.
Phlegethon: *sooo... is somewhere, probably playing with knives, for no particular reason other than boredom*
Gabriel: *and...is currently fleeing hurt!Ralphie, and going somewhere, /anywhere/ else, because -- well, considering -- *
Phlegethon: *looks up and smiles, 'cause is oblivious* Angel! ...What's the matter?
Gabriel: *-freezes-* *looks up and...expression just...is impossible to describe, somewhere along the lines of utterly shattered* *and...can't speak at all*
Phlegethon: *--okay, something is clearly very very wrong here* *more cautiously this time, closing the blade he was holding and dropping it into his pocket* ...angel...?
Gabriel: *takes a step back and...there is definitely something off, especially the look in his eyes, which are fixed blankly on Phlegethon* ...Raphael. /Raphael/. That's what's the matter. *voice is hollow, entirely numb*
Phlegethon: Raphael -- *looks completely puzzled, because, well, he doesn't know what's happened* Your... closest friend, you said? *frowns in concern* What happened...?
Gabriel: *backs up a bit further, still staring* *voice dropping lower, with the slightest trace of control slipping away* ...You /know./ You /did/ it.
Phlegethon: ...Did -what-? I don't... *beginning to see just how bad it is* I don't know what you're talking about, I -- I swear. Please -- you said you trusted me.
Gabriel: *and this is where we see the last remnants of control totally shattering and Gabriel starting to shake* *whispers* I...I -did-. I -trusted- you. And you...you...
Phlegethon: *struggling to keep calm, failing* *as levelly as possible, which isn't very* Can you just tell me -what it is you think I did-?
Gabriel: *voice snapping out of control slightly* -This-! *jerks his shirt down to reveal the barely-starting-to-heal missing chunk of shoulder* -Identical to everything-. Everything you did to me, on him. And his -eyes- are gone. His -eyes-. *closes his own tightly and is barely a foot away from the wall, shuddering, struggling not to collapse*
Phlegethon: ... *eyes widen slightly* Jesus -Christ-. I -- fuck. *repeats, under his breath, barely more than a growl* -Fuck-. I didn't -- *is just going to turn and punch a hole in the wall because that occasionally relieves stress*
Gabriel: *and -- talking at all is -really- an effort for him, so...just stands weakly where he is, hands clenched loosely into fists, shaking*
Phlegethon: *this is the closest to pleading he's ever looked or sounded* Please -- angel, please... I swear on -- on my life, my name, anything, I -didn't...
Gabriel: * -- not opening his eyes, because -cannot- look at him, and it hurts just being near him right now* *quietly* Raphael has no reason to lie to me.
Phlegethon: I have no reason to -- *stops* I have one thing to ask of you. Give me. My. Gun. *shaking violently, but most likely hasn't even noticed that*
Gabriel: *just as quietly, but /coldly/* Why should I?
Phlegethon: So I can fucking -kill myself- so I don't have to live through how much this -hurts- for a moment -longer-. Give it, now.
Gabriel: *pauses, then shakes his head, once, just as coldly*
Phlegethon: ...Fine. *rummages in his pockets and pulls out -- look, it's a scalpel* I -will- kill myself, one way or the other. *under his breath, and much more, well, -brokenly- than the rest* -Trusted- me.
Gabriel: *not opening his eyes, and not giving any indication that he's heard*
Phlegethon: -Angel-. *again with that low growl* Look. At. Me.
Gabriel: *opens his eyes and -- this is very, very close to the sort of blazing anger that was directed at Meph not too long ago* *snaps* -What-?
Phlegethon: You don't trust me? You don't believe me? *grins, and we've really left any semblance of sanity behind here* Then you can watch me die. It's the least you can do, really.
Gabriel: * -- and that's more or less what he's going to do, expression entirely blank*
Phlegethon: *being, of course, a Hades, can do things like find his own arteries* *so, rolls back his right sleeve and -- makes a deep cut along the artery, from elbow to wrist* *blood will now proceed to spurt, like, a lot*
Gabriel: *starts at that, eyes fixing themselves almost unconsciously on the cut*
Phlegethon: *holds out his other arm, giving no sign of the amazing amounts of pain he's feeling* Care to do the honours?
Gabriel: *...has gone amazingly pale, eyes not leaving the cut* *shakes his head slowly and dazedly, because...-can't-*
Phlegethon: *-laughs-, and this is definitely bitterness* Can't even finish what you've started, can you?
Gabriel: *...-winces-* *tears his eyes away to meet Phlegethon's, and the expression there is one of accusing, pained, shattered disbelief*
Phlegethon: *looks back at him, and -- the expression -there- is one of a Hades who has completely -snapped-. insane in the mainframe* It'll take less time if you do it, angel. I'll die more quickly. As it is, we'll be here for hours.
Gabriel: *quietly and as levelly as possible* I have time.
Phlegethon: Oh, -fuck you, too-. I thought -- *shakes his head, and isn't so much shaking as -shivering- now* *softly, because gratuitous blood loss doesn't make for coherency* It's -cold-.
Gabriel: * -- is unable to settle on an expression, because the sight of all that blood does not make for calm, but.../keeps remembering Raphael/* *quietly, in a tone that could be mistaken for level* What did you think?
Phlegethon: I thought you -- you trusted... I -told you- I wouldn't let you down, you -- *closes his eyes and braces himself against the conveniently-placed wall with his good hand* Do you really think I would...
Gabriel: I did. I -did-. *-- tone's switched to one that could not be mistaken for level if you were stupid, blind, and deaf in both ears, and with a hint of something that could be desperation or pleading* Why else do you think it -hurts-?
Phlegethon: *dazedly, as someone in a (very bad, given the circumstances) dream* Because I -didn't fucking do anything-. I didn't... how stupid do you think I -am-? I -- didn't, I -- how am I supposed to prove -- *will just be slashing down his arm -again-, deepening the cut. to make sure it doesn't clot, y'know*
Gabriel: *winces just slightly at that, because -- can't -not-* *repeats, tone lower* It was identical to mine. And Raphael would not lie about it.
Phlegethon: Then why don't I -remember- doing -anything-? Why -- *oh, and now the pain kicks in* *-shudders- and nearly drops his scalpel*
Gabriel: *...again, really has nothing to say to that, so...just watches* *and Phlegethon will probably never know how much effort it's taking to stay away from him, and to not heal the cut*
Phlegethon: Thought... you were an -angel-, what happened to -mercy-... virtue... *is getting less and less coherent as he loses more and more blood here* ...Justice? I don't -- I never -- ...Jesus, this hurts. 've never done -this- before.
Gabriel: *raises his eyes from the cut to look right at Phlegethon -- and this is an absolutely shattered expression* *very, very softly* ...I thought you loved me.
Phlegethon: ... *if it's possible to look -more- broken, he's going to do that now* I did. I -do-. Fuck, angel, I -love you-, I -- *and begins to -cry-, silently; he doesn't even notice it* I love you, I wouldn't -- I wouldn't...
Gabriel: *winces, just slightly, and...keeps thinking of Raphael to keep himself from breaking down because /this is so difficult to watch/* *shakes his head slightly, sadly*
Phlegethon: I don't... know what I'm supposed to -- *closes his eyes again, swaying despite his hand against the wall* -Love- you, I -- why would I -- what do you -want- from me? *has asked this question before, but now it's in an entirely different tone of voice*
Gabriel: *in the same tone as before* I want to know why. How you could -- *talking really isn't working so well, so...will not do it anymore*
Phlegethon: *shakily, hoarsely, but he hasn't even noticed that he's crying yet* I -didn't-, I didn't... I swear to -- to God, who I suppose has to exist, because -- look at -you-, I didn't -- *obviously the smart move here is to begin making deep -horizontal- cuts all along the original wound*
Gabriel: *lets out a small, strangled sound at this, because this is not getting any easier* I can't -- I /saw/ him, how am -- how am I supposed to believe you?
Phlegethon: *have we mentioned -lots and lots of blood-?* How am -I- supposed to prove -- I didn't... I don't remember... I -love- you, I -- love you, I -- wouldn't, didn't -- *coherency, it goes down the drain as the pain level increases*
Gabriel: *the blood isn't helping either* *closes his eyes because will not cry, will not, and -can't- look at him anymore without wanting to stop the pain* *barely more than a breath* -Please-.
Phlegethon: Please -what-? What do you -want-? Tell me, I'll -- anything -- *just leans back against the wall because it's getting more and more difficult to stay standing*
Gabriel: I -- I don't -- *is shaking now, and so close to breaking down, and really can't stand to listen to this much longer-- *
Phlegethon: *is going to collapse now, huddled against the wall* Please, what do you -want-? Hurts -- not my arm, I mean, fucking hell, that hurts, too, but -- you -trusted- me, and I didn't...
Gabriel: Stop. *quietly, opening his eyes and taking a step forward, purposefully even though he's shaking* *eyes alight, with...some sort of strong emotion, typist isn't sure what it is* Please --
Phlegethon: *opens his eyes, with an effort, and looks at him, although it takes a moment for him to make his eyes actually -focus-* ...It's a little late, isn't it, angel? Please -what-?
Gabriel: Please -- *breaks off, closing the gap between them, and cupping Phlegethon's cheek in one hand with something akin to tenderness before kissing him gently* *the other hand is moving next to his head, where he's angelmodded the gun to point at him* *pulls away, eyes finally overflowing, and whispers* I'm sorry. *and pulls the trigger*
Phlegethon: *kisses back, again, always, because he -can't not-, and --* *and now he's dead*
Gabriel: *...is going to turn, move as far away as he can, and then very quietly and entirely go to pieces*
Anyway. Gabriel has found out about Ralphietorture. Phleggy is oblivious.
"Omgwtf you tortured Ralphie, h0r."
"...huh?"
"I TRUSTED YOU. ;___;"
"...wait, what?"
"YOU FAIL!"
"fksdjfls ;___; *SLITS WRISTS*"
"........ wtf."
"... :D"
"... *kisses, apologizes, kills*"
ETA: ...Warning for massive weirdness and lots of blood.
Phlegethon: *sooo... is somewhere, probably playing with knives, for no particular reason other than boredom*
Gabriel: *and...is currently fleeing hurt!Ralphie, and going somewhere, /anywhere/ else, because -- well, considering -- *
Phlegethon: *looks up and smiles, 'cause is oblivious* Angel! ...What's the matter?
Gabriel: *-freezes-* *looks up and...expression just...is impossible to describe, somewhere along the lines of utterly shattered* *and...can't speak at all*
Phlegethon: *--okay, something is clearly very very wrong here* *more cautiously this time, closing the blade he was holding and dropping it into his pocket* ...angel...?
Gabriel: *takes a step back and...there is definitely something off, especially the look in his eyes, which are fixed blankly on Phlegethon* ...Raphael. /Raphael/. That's what's the matter. *voice is hollow, entirely numb*
Phlegethon: Raphael -- *looks completely puzzled, because, well, he doesn't know what's happened* Your... closest friend, you said? *frowns in concern* What happened...?
Gabriel: *backs up a bit further, still staring* *voice dropping lower, with the slightest trace of control slipping away* ...You /know./ You /did/ it.
Phlegethon: ...Did -what-? I don't... *beginning to see just how bad it is* I don't know what you're talking about, I -- I swear. Please -- you said you trusted me.
Gabriel: *and this is where we see the last remnants of control totally shattering and Gabriel starting to shake* *whispers* I...I -did-. I -trusted- you. And you...you...
Phlegethon: *struggling to keep calm, failing* *as levelly as possible, which isn't very* Can you just tell me -what it is you think I did-?
Gabriel: *voice snapping out of control slightly* -This-! *jerks his shirt down to reveal the barely-starting-to-heal missing chunk of shoulder* -Identical to everything-. Everything you did to me, on him. And his -eyes- are gone. His -eyes-. *closes his own tightly and is barely a foot away from the wall, shuddering, struggling not to collapse*
Phlegethon: ... *eyes widen slightly* Jesus -Christ-. I -- fuck. *repeats, under his breath, barely more than a growl* -Fuck-. I didn't -- *is just going to turn and punch a hole in the wall because that occasionally relieves stress*
Gabriel: *and -- talking at all is -really- an effort for him, so...just stands weakly where he is, hands clenched loosely into fists, shaking*
Phlegethon: *this is the closest to pleading he's ever looked or sounded* Please -- angel, please... I swear on -- on my life, my name, anything, I -didn't...
Gabriel: * -- not opening his eyes, because -cannot- look at him, and it hurts just being near him right now* *quietly* Raphael has no reason to lie to me.
Phlegethon: I have no reason to -- *stops* I have one thing to ask of you. Give me. My. Gun. *shaking violently, but most likely hasn't even noticed that*
Gabriel: *just as quietly, but /coldly/* Why should I?
Phlegethon: So I can fucking -kill myself- so I don't have to live through how much this -hurts- for a moment -longer-. Give it, now.
Gabriel: *pauses, then shakes his head, once, just as coldly*
Phlegethon: ...Fine. *rummages in his pockets and pulls out -- look, it's a scalpel* I -will- kill myself, one way or the other. *under his breath, and much more, well, -brokenly- than the rest* -Trusted- me.
Gabriel: *not opening his eyes, and not giving any indication that he's heard*
Phlegethon: -Angel-. *again with that low growl* Look. At. Me.
Gabriel: *opens his eyes and -- this is very, very close to the sort of blazing anger that was directed at Meph not too long ago* *snaps* -What-?
Phlegethon: You don't trust me? You don't believe me? *grins, and we've really left any semblance of sanity behind here* Then you can watch me die. It's the least you can do, really.
Gabriel: * -- and that's more or less what he's going to do, expression entirely blank*
Phlegethon: *being, of course, a Hades, can do things like find his own arteries* *so, rolls back his right sleeve and -- makes a deep cut along the artery, from elbow to wrist* *blood will now proceed to spurt, like, a lot*
Gabriel: *starts at that, eyes fixing themselves almost unconsciously on the cut*
Phlegethon: *holds out his other arm, giving no sign of the amazing amounts of pain he's feeling* Care to do the honours?
Gabriel: *...has gone amazingly pale, eyes not leaving the cut* *shakes his head slowly and dazedly, because...-can't-*
Phlegethon: *-laughs-, and this is definitely bitterness* Can't even finish what you've started, can you?
Gabriel: *...-winces-* *tears his eyes away to meet Phlegethon's, and the expression there is one of accusing, pained, shattered disbelief*
Phlegethon: *looks back at him, and -- the expression -there- is one of a Hades who has completely -snapped-. insane in the mainframe* It'll take less time if you do it, angel. I'll die more quickly. As it is, we'll be here for hours.
Gabriel: *quietly and as levelly as possible* I have time.
Phlegethon: Oh, -fuck you, too-. I thought -- *shakes his head, and isn't so much shaking as -shivering- now* *softly, because gratuitous blood loss doesn't make for coherency* It's -cold-.
Gabriel: * -- is unable to settle on an expression, because the sight of all that blood does not make for calm, but.../keeps remembering Raphael/* *quietly, in a tone that could be mistaken for level* What did you think?
Phlegethon: I thought you -- you trusted... I -told you- I wouldn't let you down, you -- *closes his eyes and braces himself against the conveniently-placed wall with his good hand* Do you really think I would...
Gabriel: I did. I -did-. *-- tone's switched to one that could not be mistaken for level if you were stupid, blind, and deaf in both ears, and with a hint of something that could be desperation or pleading* Why else do you think it -hurts-?
Phlegethon: *dazedly, as someone in a (very bad, given the circumstances) dream* Because I -didn't fucking do anything-. I didn't... how stupid do you think I -am-? I -- didn't, I -- how am I supposed to prove -- *will just be slashing down his arm -again-, deepening the cut. to make sure it doesn't clot, y'know*
Gabriel: *winces just slightly at that, because -- can't -not-* *repeats, tone lower* It was identical to mine. And Raphael would not lie about it.
Phlegethon: Then why don't I -remember- doing -anything-? Why -- *oh, and now the pain kicks in* *-shudders- and nearly drops his scalpel*
Gabriel: *...again, really has nothing to say to that, so...just watches* *and Phlegethon will probably never know how much effort it's taking to stay away from him, and to not heal the cut*
Phlegethon: Thought... you were an -angel-, what happened to -mercy-... virtue... *is getting less and less coherent as he loses more and more blood here* ...Justice? I don't -- I never -- ...Jesus, this hurts. 've never done -this- before.
Gabriel: *raises his eyes from the cut to look right at Phlegethon -- and this is an absolutely shattered expression* *very, very softly* ...I thought you loved me.
Phlegethon: ... *if it's possible to look -more- broken, he's going to do that now* I did. I -do-. Fuck, angel, I -love you-, I -- *and begins to -cry-, silently; he doesn't even notice it* I love you, I wouldn't -- I wouldn't...
Gabriel: *winces, just slightly, and...keeps thinking of Raphael to keep himself from breaking down because /this is so difficult to watch/* *shakes his head slightly, sadly*
Phlegethon: I don't... know what I'm supposed to -- *closes his eyes again, swaying despite his hand against the wall* -Love- you, I -- why would I -- what do you -want- from me? *has asked this question before, but now it's in an entirely different tone of voice*
Gabriel: *in the same tone as before* I want to know why. How you could -- *talking really isn't working so well, so...will not do it anymore*
Phlegethon: *shakily, hoarsely, but he hasn't even noticed that he's crying yet* I -didn't-, I didn't... I swear to -- to God, who I suppose has to exist, because -- look at -you-, I didn't -- *obviously the smart move here is to begin making deep -horizontal- cuts all along the original wound*
Gabriel: *lets out a small, strangled sound at this, because this is not getting any easier* I can't -- I /saw/ him, how am -- how am I supposed to believe you?
Phlegethon: *have we mentioned -lots and lots of blood-?* How am -I- supposed to prove -- I didn't... I don't remember... I -love- you, I -- love you, I -- wouldn't, didn't -- *coherency, it goes down the drain as the pain level increases*
Gabriel: *the blood isn't helping either* *closes his eyes because will not cry, will not, and -can't- look at him anymore without wanting to stop the pain* *barely more than a breath* -Please-.
Phlegethon: Please -what-? What do you -want-? Tell me, I'll -- anything -- *just leans back against the wall because it's getting more and more difficult to stay standing*
Gabriel: I -- I don't -- *is shaking now, and so close to breaking down, and really can't stand to listen to this much longer-- *
Phlegethon: *is going to collapse now, huddled against the wall* Please, what do you -want-? Hurts -- not my arm, I mean, fucking hell, that hurts, too, but -- you -trusted- me, and I didn't...
Gabriel: Stop. *quietly, opening his eyes and taking a step forward, purposefully even though he's shaking* *eyes alight, with...some sort of strong emotion, typist isn't sure what it is* Please --
Phlegethon: *opens his eyes, with an effort, and looks at him, although it takes a moment for him to make his eyes actually -focus-* ...It's a little late, isn't it, angel? Please -what-?
Gabriel: Please -- *breaks off, closing the gap between them, and cupping Phlegethon's cheek in one hand with something akin to tenderness before kissing him gently* *the other hand is moving next to his head, where he's angelmodded the gun to point at him* *pulls away, eyes finally overflowing, and whispers* I'm sorry. *and pulls the trigger*
Phlegethon: *kisses back, again, always, because he -can't not-, and --* *and now he's dead*
Gabriel: *...is going to turn, move as far away as he can, and then very quietly and entirely go to pieces*