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guriel

Continuation of the AU of the AU (for werewolf_hacker)

Oct 30, 2011 21:41

He really did intend to take care of Ben himself. Ben is all he's got left in the world, the least Guriel can do is make sure he makes it through the horrible process of withdrawal. He should be able to deal with this; compared to months and months of senseless slaughter and hopeless searching, this should be easy ( Read more... )

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werewolf_hacker February 16 2012, 05:00:05 UTC

[Ben has compromised as far as the shackles go. The broken link has been repaired with a carabiner, so it can be fastened and unfastened at will. Right now, it's fastened, and Ben's stuffed in a corner with his knees up, cradling his hands protectively against his chest.

Detoxing suuuuuucks.] Please. Please, just a little... [He doesn't even realize he's saying it. His teeth are chattering, he's sweating, and his eyes are squeezed shut while he shivers.]

guriel February 16 2012, 05:04:12 UTC

[There are moments, hours, days, when all Guriel wants to do is jam his hands over his ears and drown out those words. He doesn't, because he deserves the shot of pure, agonized horror they give him every time Ben says them. He deserves to hate himself for not being able to do what Ben wants and needs him to do. He just hunches into himself, reaching out but not touching his Packmate.]

I can't, I can't, I promised . . .

werewolf_hacker February 16 2012, 05:18:13 UTC

Please, please, it hurts, Guriel, it hurts, I can't do this again, please, why are you making me... [Later, he will be horrified at himself. Right now, his world is hypersensitive, sickening agony. He catches at Guriel's hand and squeezes tight; if his Packmate was human he'd be crushing his bones.]

...I'm so cold.

guriel February 16 2012, 05:25:38 UTC

[Guriel whimpers like a lost kitten and wraps himself around Ben, folding his wings around his shoulders as if that can drive away the cold. As if anything could.] I can't, I can't, I promised, Zev made me promise, I'm sorry, I'msorryI'msorry . . .

[And deep down in his heart where he will do his damnedest to hide it, he follows that with Please, please don't leave me I'm sorry I'll be good don't leave me please . . .]

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