[27] Old scars die hard [Action!spam for Roiben]

[faeriewhocanlie]

[The last few days had been so strangely peaceful, hadn't they? At least, as far as the City was concerned. So Kaye was having a pretty restful sleep. She was curled up on the small bed she was sharing with Roiben, as per the usual arrangement

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[everyshadow]

[His initial 'answer' to that was a succinct shake of his head. He pulled on his shirt, almost as if he was telling her to not leave, to stay.

What was the point of her leaving? He knew. He knew he wouldn't last long.

Roiben forced a cough and small splatters of blood clung to his mouth again, and he gave a small cringe, trying his best to steady himself. Trying his best to control every individual pain from every individual wound.

But his eyelids were feeling heavy, and he knew it was only a matter of time. But he tried not to let it show, and he tried to fix his stare at her. He tried not to look tired or hazy or just so out of it, and he narrowed his eyes up at her.

His mouth opened, but this time it wasn't for blood. He found his voice, even if it was just for a moment, and even if his voice sounded hoarse against his throat. He tried his best to sound sure, authoritive, with no stammering - and he was actually successful, even if were just for three mere words.]

"I will return." [That was the law he was told, right? Death by curse would return you the next day. He was coming back. He couldn't lie, after all.]

[faeriewhocanlie]

[Even though she knew she needed to get up to do something to help him, Kaye couldn't tear her gaze away from him when he bid her to stay. She knew he was going to say something, and she had to know what it was. If she could just hear him say something, maybe he would be okay after all.

Her pitch-black eyes stared straight at his, still unblinkingly. Kaye was hanging on to every second that passed by.

Tears didn't start to corner her pixie eyes until he spoke, but she didn't notice them. One long-fingered hand grabbed his chin urgently as she came closer to him, not caring about getting more blood on herself - by now, she was probably covered in it just from the contact with him.]

"N-No! Roiben!"

[She knew what he meant and she knew that it was just a curse, but she didn't care. It was still horrible. The blood - all of this blood from the years and years Roiben had fought. Seeing all of the scars and all of the blood together at once was a painful realization of all that had happened to him in his life, even though she was present for many of those scars.]

[everyshadow]

[If there was one thing that he didn't like, was the fact that she was panicking hysterically. He had hoped his words were calm her down some, give her some reassurance, but it looks like it had made things worse.

He didn't speak again. He just shook his head a little, as best as he could, and his bloodied hand released her shirt and slid down a little. His fingers slipped under her shirt just barely, and he started to stroke her side lazily - he was trying to calm her down. Everything would be okay. It had to be.

His eyes were half-lidded, and he tried to keep as conscious as he could, but he just started to slowly slip away.]

[faeriewhocanlie]

[Oh no. He was not trying to comfort her when he was in this condition. Kaye stubbornly moved his hand off her side and moved her hand over his, squeezing it hard.]

"Everything.. will be okay, Roiben."

[She summoned as much courage as she could to say that, as convincingly as she could, determined. And it wasn't a lie, or an untruth. She was just twisting the truth a little.

It had to be a curse. He would be back tomorrow, right? He said so himself.

Hungry for answers and desperate to help Roiben even if it was useless, Kaye fumbled for one of the communicator gadgets on the dresser near the bed, reaching with one blood-soaked green hand, while the other hand held on to his. She fumbled around with the electronics clumsily, glancing back at him nearly every few seconds.]