Ω Sixty Two - Let's Face the Music And Dance

[rass_bestie]

[Omega picked up the communicator with the intention of talking to Brax about Ardent. And then stared at it for a bit before deciding, that he didn't actually care to disapprove and he might as well wait until if and when Brax's involvement was revealed. Which was bound to be tedious. so instead.]

[Private to Rassilon]

Fancy a cup of tea?

Comments

[Private]

[shortsghtedlove]

Of course. Where?

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

Your room? [Because he's getting used to having had their parents there, but not to the extent that it wouldn't be weird.]

[Private]

[shortsghtedlove]

You don't seem to like yours as much any more. [What a shame, it's such a comfortable room.] But very well, come.

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

It's still slightly odd, I'll need just a touch more time. Be right there! [Knock, knock.]

[shortsghtedlove]

[When Rassilon wakes up, the first thing he notices is, surprisingly, not that he slept in late. The first thing he notices is that he's hurting. Not searing hot pain, no, but not some dull ache either. It reminds him vaguely of a limb regaining circulation, but worse -- so much worse. As if someone was actually stabbing needles into his skin (which is a far too familiar scenario and no, the Divergent universe is not something he wants to think about directly after waking up -- or ever, for that matter.) It feels like being torn apart, or at least how he would imagine it feels.

For a moment he wonders if he should ask Narvin.

The next he berates himself for it -- or would, if the pain weren't distracting him.]

Omega...

[rass_bestie]

[Omega is not a heavy sleeper. He literally willed himself beyond normal endurance to stay awake because if didn't the Antimatter Universe would have crushed him. The Doctor compared to him, is heavier, though that's equivalent to one being greater than zero. This is a copy of his body, so while technically he's asleep, in a kind of dream world, the waking one never quite goes away. It was like that in his coma too, though duller.

So when Rassilon calls his name, he jerks painfully but is alert. Hissing, he still, stiffly, moves to face his friend.] Rass?

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon swallows and his voice comes out as a pained hiss.] H- Hurts... [He'd like to have one spot he could press his hand on, but his whole body is aching and he can't even think of why.]

[rass_bestie]

[Omega reaches out to him telepathically and understands.] Oh, my dearest! Do you remember…?