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Who: Zack Fair i_love_squats and Heine Rammsteiner stray_gunner
When: Backdated to a day before Cara healed him from the Geostigma.
Where: Alley near the Market Place
Format: Paragraph.
What: Zack’s stigma is acting up and Heine finds him. Lucky him.
Warnings: Ick factor?
The day had started out fine, all things considered; he had managed to choke down some bread, had gotten out of the house, had prepared to hit the market to get some food for Minato (chocobo). No one else was around, and he had been okay with it, had even preferred it currently. The less they were around, the less they had to know about his affliction.
And the Geostigma was that, a hundred fold. Affliction. Pain. Pestilence.
For the most part, he could work through it, could keep the grimace off his lips, could hide the twitch of his fingers, the way his teeth ground together; he had it down to a science, with the proper sentences to lean towards, the controlled expressions on his face, even the way he stood. People hadn’t noticed, or if they had, they had been too polite to say anything. In the end, it had all worked in his favor.
Until now, when he was having an attack, when he was in public, when he couldn’t hide it. He had sense of mind to duck into an alley, but this close to the market place had folks cutting through the narrow runways between buildings more often than not. There was nowhere to really hide, and most the folks knew him from Odd Jobs and other ventures and-
“Shit!”
He doubled over, hand on his chest shaking. Ragged breaths were caught and held as he felt the blackness oozing through his shirt and dripping over his arm, tacky, wet, liquid sin. His body was on fire, ignited in darkness, and his feet fell out and dropped him to the ground. Fine. The world wasn’t spinning as badly down here.
Breathe, he ordered himself. If he could do that, if he could get past that, then the rest should fall into place after a few moments.
When: Backdated to a day before Cara healed him from the Geostigma.
Where: Alley near the Market Place
Format: Paragraph.
What: Zack’s stigma is acting up and Heine finds him. Lucky him.
Warnings: Ick factor?
The day had started out fine, all things considered; he had managed to choke down some bread, had gotten out of the house, had prepared to hit the market to get some food for Minato (chocobo). No one else was around, and he had been okay with it, had even preferred it currently. The less they were around, the less they had to know about his affliction.
And the Geostigma was that, a hundred fold. Affliction. Pain. Pestilence.
For the most part, he could work through it, could keep the grimace off his lips, could hide the twitch of his fingers, the way his teeth ground together; he had it down to a science, with the proper sentences to lean towards, the controlled expressions on his face, even the way he stood. People hadn’t noticed, or if they had, they had been too polite to say anything. In the end, it had all worked in his favor.
Until now, when he was having an attack, when he was in public, when he couldn’t hide it. He had sense of mind to duck into an alley, but this close to the market place had folks cutting through the narrow runways between buildings more often than not. There was nowhere to really hide, and most the folks knew him from Odd Jobs and other ventures and-
“Shit!”
He doubled over, hand on his chest shaking. Ragged breaths were caught and held as he felt the blackness oozing through his shirt and dripping over his arm, tacky, wet, liquid sin. His body was on fire, ignited in darkness, and his feet fell out and dropped him to the ground. Fine. The world wasn’t spinning as badly down here.
Breathe, he ordered himself. If he could do that, if he could get past that, then the rest should fall into place after a few moments.