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*Komui lays there, curled up on his side, eyes closed. The pain, that's all he's aware of, the fact he's in a much, much safer place than he was a moment ago not entering his mind. The fact that the hard prison floor has turned to soft, thick carpet beneath him not reaching him. He's burning, burning alive, drenched in sweat and shuddering slightly, and the vertical stripes on his prison clothes are punctuated with tears in the fabric every now and again. Death would be a welcome relief right now. Everything hurts, every part of him that can feel is on fire with every type of pain. He's been laying in the same position for hours now, half-conscious. Just waiting for it all to go away, the occasional thought of Bak or Lenalee crossing his mind. Nothing specific, just their faces, their voices. And the merciful darkness that comes from closing his eyes.
Bak's eyes blink open, and his first thought is how much it all hurts. He's bruised and beaten, bleeding in several places. He hasn't eaten in days. But just as bad is the way everything he thought he was has gone under in the past three months. His job. His life. Anything and everything he ever had to cling to. Especially Komui. He lays there, eyes open, and it takes a minute before he notices the soft carpet beneath him, the ornate sofa in front of him, and just beneath the sofa, clear on the other side of the room is a familiar face....something catches in his parched throat and he coughs once, deep and rasping. He's delirious. He has to be.*
(ooc: ...sick!komui and his Bak (kardial) were caught in a closet in their home world and imprisoned (and tortured) for their "crime". Komui's sickness is worse, so as a result Bak will be a little more...coherent. Also, anyone who posts will get a three-way with both Bak and Komui.)
Bak's eyes blink open, and his first thought is how much it all hurts. He's bruised and beaten, bleeding in several places. He hasn't eaten in days. But just as bad is the way everything he thought he was has gone under in the past three months. His job. His life. Anything and everything he ever had to cling to. Especially Komui. He lays there, eyes open, and it takes a minute before he notices the soft carpet beneath him, the ornate sofa in front of him, and just beneath the sofa, clear on the other side of the room is a familiar face....something catches in his parched throat and he coughs once, deep and rasping. He's delirious. He has to be.*
(ooc: ...sick!komui and his Bak (kardial) were caught in a closet in their home world and imprisoned (and tortured) for their "crime". Komui's sickness is worse, so as a result Bak will be a little more...coherent. Also, anyone who posts will get a three-way with both Bak and Komui.)