[THREAD] to HELL we RIDE
Who: Mello [ cruxanathema ] & Nagi [ striginae ]
Where: Some tiny motel ; Terra
When: Three days after [ this ] ; early afternoon
Summary: Maybe there's something resembling sanity here.
Rating: PG-13
Consciousness. Creeping back slowly. It was the faint filter of sunlight into the room, past closed blinds, that stirred Nagi out of oblivion, and he shifted half-consciously, wincing, both wanting and not wanting to be awake. A faint pain pricked at his nerves, dulled and blunt, and he cringed -- trying to gather whatever thoughts he could. What had happened? -- Genkaku. Alucard. Then -- a strange place. Terra. The officer. Trying to escape. Then? -- then. (Mello.) Where is this. How? I don't -- (I can't stay. I have to escape.)
A choking gasp, as he sat up suddenly -- prevented from tearing out of the motel bed only by the sharp protest of his body, jagged shards of pain pervading his veins. His breath was coming in harsh pants once more, his rattled mind not yet grasping the fact that he was safe. No, all he knew: he couldn't stay still. Not here, not anywhere. (I don't know. Where do I have to go? I can't tell, not any more.) It was only when he made to reach for his head that he noticed the IV drip inserted in his arm, bandages crawling over his various wounds.
-- who? Mello. Yes. -- that was what had happened? Where was this? His nerves were still on end, his chest heaving with each rasping breath, but he forced himself still, swallowing back the rabid (anger? fear? panic?) emotions that roiled in his chest -- and looking up to the room.
Where: Some tiny motel ; Terra
When: Three days after [ this ] ; early afternoon
Summary: Maybe there's something resembling sanity here.
Rating: PG-13
Consciousness. Creeping back slowly. It was the faint filter of sunlight into the room, past closed blinds, that stirred Nagi out of oblivion, and he shifted half-consciously, wincing, both wanting and not wanting to be awake. A faint pain pricked at his nerves, dulled and blunt, and he cringed -- trying to gather whatever thoughts he could. What had happened? -- Genkaku. Alucard. Then -- a strange place. Terra. The officer. Trying to escape. Then? -- then. (Mello.) Where is this. How? I don't -- (I can't stay. I have to escape.)
A choking gasp, as he sat up suddenly -- prevented from tearing out of the motel bed only by the sharp protest of his body, jagged shards of pain pervading his veins. His breath was coming in harsh pants once more, his rattled mind not yet grasping the fact that he was safe. No, all he knew: he couldn't stay still. Not here, not anywhere. (I don't know. Where do I have to go? I can't tell, not any more.) It was only when he made to reach for his head that he noticed the IV drip inserted in his arm, bandages crawling over his various wounds.
-- who? Mello. Yes. -- that was what had happened? Where was this? His nerves were still on end, his chest heaving with each rasping breath, but he forced himself still, swallowing back the rabid (anger? fear? panic?) emotions that roiled in his chest -- and looking up to the room.