Who: Vincent (
and_it_aches) & Dark (
scarred_dark)
What: Dark is crazy, Vincent comes to the rescue.
When: Right after Dark's re-entry.
Where: Dark's room, probably moving around to other places?
Rating: Let's go with... PG-13. Will be raised if Dark gets too crazy.
(
as the blood runs red down the needle and thread )
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Dark needed him now--if not him, some one just as able. A lack of sanity, he knew how to deal with. The blood, he would clean.
He entered the room without knocking, slowing from his run though keeping with a quick walk as he pulled his mantle from his shoulders and immediately threw it over the large mirror in the boy's room. He was surprised it had not been broken as of yet. He then turned his attention to Dark, crouching by the boy's side and merely looking at him for a moment, hoping his crimson eyes would not make the boy's fright any worse.
"Dark."
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"Do you remember where you are?" Vincent then questioned, looking to Dark with a sort of eerie calmness. The blood droplets hit the floor, and he glanced to them, but returned eye contact with Dark. Their similar eyes were like a link. This world, and no other.
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Dark scratched at his arm somewhat nervously and shook his head. He didn't know. "Dark... It's just noise." That's all he could figure out. It felt like they were in a cave. His breathing quickened as it felt as though the walls were going to fall in on them. Dark put a hand on the wall next to him as some sort of support, leaving a smear of blood in it's path.
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He moved quickly out of the room, closing it behind him with his foot before he was padding down the hallway, intent on taking Dark to his own room.
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He stayed quiet most of the way there, the only real movement he made was when he pulled at the cloak to cover up his head so it would be dark again. The light outside in the hallway was too bright. They felt like little spotlights, all looking for him, and it felt better to hide.
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Remaining silent, he started up water in the tub, plugging the drain so it collected for a bath. He then removed the mantle from ontop of Dark's head, pointing to the pooling water. "In."
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He made an almost pathetic whining sound in the back of his throat and pulled his feet up towards him, away from the floor. He shook his head stubbornly, obviously not wanting to get in like Vincent had asked.
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He sat on the edge of the tub, blocking any route of escaping from the water, which was doing nothing but slowly rising in height. After a moment, Vincent cut the water off, the rumbling noises of the pooling water abruptly fading out, leaving the silence.
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Dark looked down and was surprised to see the red from his injuries swirling around in the water above it, slowly turning it pink. He pulled his hands out of the water, frightened, but eventually remembered that that was a good thing. When Dark's fingers were rotting, he was supposed to wash it off, he remembered people telling him this. He hesitantly put his hands back in the water and sat there, not really sure what he should be doing. It was oddly quiet now, even with the water moving about and Vincent sitting right next to him.
"Dark's clothes are all wet." he stated the obvious, making a face and half-heartedly wringing out the bottom of his shirt. It was a pointless effort at it only got wet again seconds later.
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