RPG - Anton & Sulli 3

[timbits_tootsie]

Above him, Usoa goes rigid as the realisation hits him.

“I can’t…beat you…,” he wheezes,” but let’s see…how well you handle…Jack himself.”

A wide, toothy grin splits his lips. Usoa’s eyes pierce him, and Sullivan laughs at the panic he sees there and can almost hear the accusation that can’t make it past the monster’s lips, the shocked you

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[antonnachzehrer]

Something happens to the boy still pinned under him, and Usoa barely has time to think before his head is suddenly caught in an iron grip and he's being dragged upwards and back. He can't feel anything beyond all consuming fear as he feels a breath brush past his ear and then a voice, sharp as a blade and deadly as poison whisper in his ear, "I was wondering when you would slip up

[timbits_tootsie]

Through the scream that wrenches itself from his throat he feels his skin crawl from being so close to the Ruler of the Underworld, the presence of Jack so ancient and terrible that nothing compares to it. His upper body is arching up in a bridge, legs tense and trembling.

Anton’s name leaves his mouth, choked up and laced with the agony of withdrawal.

eat eat need food need to feed will melt melt fade eat-

(Okay. Did you have fun? :3)

[antonnachzehrer]

He looks down at the boy that Usoa had pinned to the ground, cocking his head curiously as he screams, thick black liquid starting to drip from his body. There are battle wounds all over his body, chunks of flesh missing. He looks at Usoa, sees the dried black liquid that still stains his face. He looks back at the boy

[timbits_tootsie]

Jack is talking to him. The words fall on deaf ears, but the voice…oh, the voice is the most magnificent thing he has ever heard, and how he wishes he could have it, drink it down-

Their eyes meet.

Sullivan lapses into weak sobbing and gasping, shuddering as fingers touch his cheek and stroke it gently, though without affection. There is blood seeping through his feverish skin to pool around him, and he vaguely knows that he is dying, but he can’t hold a thought long enough to understand it.

”Jack…” he whispers in a cracked voice and blinks slowly. His skin feels like it’s on fire.

(Good burgers are absolutely amazing :3 And alright. I can't stay up all that long tonight, because Tuesdays are long days, but I'll probably be around until two am or so. I like Jack :D)

[antonnachzehrer]

Jack ignores him. "So I'm going to make you a deal," he says, finger trailing down to tap lightly against the boy's neck. "If you can survive what I am about to do to you, I'll let you live."

On the next tap, the fingers don't land on the skin; they go through the flesh, all the way to the other side, and Jack wrenches his arm out and the boy's head comes off with a terrible scream.

{I'm not a huge burger fan, but once in a while, a good burger just really hits the spot. :3 Okay. I love Jack. He's my baby. XD}

[timbits_tootsie]

There is a moment in which everything stands still and his vision stops spinning and blurring.

He realises that there is something wrong with his body -or his head, he can't tell which- but he doesn't know what,
and he is too far gone to feel the pain that should be there; there is nothing but the pulsing heat that flows through him,
the knowledge that he's fading fast. His mind is slipping away.

Something slithers over his skin, something...something like a tingle. It's warm and firm, vibrating.

Dimly it clicks that he should be dead, but he isn't.

Why is...

The thought slips away.

And then, an image. A name floats through his head, a whisper. He knows that name.

Anton.

Anton, who is bonded to him. Anton, who he once kept from dying through the sheer magic of their bonding. Anton, who is
keeping him alive at this very moment.

(Oh, poor, poor Sulli :O I'm waiting for the buss.)

[antonnachzehrer]

He's struggling to get to the portal when a feeling like he's just been kicked in the chest consumes him, and he falls to his knees, gasping for air. His heart feels like it's being crushed any everything around him is suddenly blurry and he can't quite make sense of what's going on.

Anton.

Sullivan.

And then he knows, without really having to know at all.

Sullivan is dying.

He blinks, and suddenly everything is clear.

He stands, the pain that was just there suddenly dulled and unimportant in the face of what he needs to do. He begins to run, traveling as fast as he can towards the portal so that he can find Sullivan and save him.

{Not many at all. XD Agni would probably just stare and be like, "... Right. I'm going to go bleach my brain now.}

[timbits_tootsie]

The bonding magic struggles against the way his body tries to dissolve, causing him to tremble violently and trash.

It doesn’t hurt. Nothing hurts. He can’t feel a thing, except for the shudders that wreck him. From the corner of his eye he can see a leg -his leg?- and he thinks vaguely that it’s odd, because it’s not supposed to be there, like that.

His hand and feet are already gone, turned into black puddles in the grass; the magic can only barely stop it from spreading.

(XD. Yeah. Agni knows way to muchy about their sex life. How are you? Long trip home?)

[antonnachzehrer]

Eventually he manages to cross the veil, stumbling into a forest that is thinner than the one he just left. He can see the end of it from where he stands, and he hurries forward, sensing the Sullivan is close.

He comes to a field, and from the edge of the forest he can see Usoa's body, green and mangled, the top of his head lopped off and nothing inside. So Jack did come. A sick feeling forms in the pit of his stomach as he moves, all the horrible things that might have happened to Sullivan racing through his mind, and he very nearly cries out when he finally sees his head.

Which, he realizes a second later, is not attached to the rest of him.

"Sullivan!"

{Not really, but I had to go to class right after, which is why it took so long to reply. How are you?}

[timbits_tootsie]

His chest tightens suddenly, and he gasps helplessly against the feeling and writhes on the ground. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, or why it hurts now.

Someone’s shouting. Shouting his name?

It echoes within himself, in his mind, loud and clear, and he knows, somehow, that Anton is nearby, that he’s finally here. Opening his mouth he tries to speak, to let him know that he’s right here, except he can’t. The only thing that comes out are gasps and choked noises.

AntonAntonAntonAnton-

(Wide awake! I fell asleep around nine and woke eleven thirty :O Now I'm eating leftovers from dinner and drinking tea. Oh, I'll find my camera and show you my wall, as promised :3)

[antonnachzehrer]

He grabs Sullivan's head and rushes back to his body, pressing it against his neck, willing it to heal, but all that happens is more black blood oozes from his wounds and body. He looks down and sees that his hands and feet have already been dissolved. He looks back to the head and tries not to panic, but he doesn't know what to do.

"Sullivan," he gasps. "Help me."

{Cool!}

[timbits_tootsie]

With eyes covered in a thin film of black he looks up at him. He can make out the shape of Anton’s face, of his nose and see a blur of yellow.

And suddenly he’s terrified that he’ll never get to touch him again, or see him smile, scared beyond wits that he’s leaving him when he doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to at all.

“A-a-an…to…n.”

He pleads without words for the man to help him.

Sullivan doesn’t want to die.

(Poor Sulli baby D:)

[antonnachzehrer]

He doesn't know what to do, has never had to deal with anything like this before. So he does the only thing he can think of; he kisses him, making a low noise in his throat, willing him to feed.

{I know, I feel so bad for him.}

[timbits_tootsie]

A warm mouth is pressed to his. It tastes of blood and salt.

The hunger in him stirs at the contact and tries to take Anton’s essence, to feed, but it is so very tired now, too tired to make it work, and Sullivan cries then, because that was all he had left. He shakes and presses a quivering kiss to Anton’s mouth.

loveyouIloveyou.

He goes limp, eyelids gradually becoming heavier, and stops fighting.

(I feel really bad for Anton too, who has to watch him.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Nononononononono-

He can feel himself starting to cry, not knowing what to do. If feeding doesn't, then how the hell is he supposed to-

The bond.

He doesn't think; he doesn't have to. He breaks off with a gasp, and laws at his chest, ripping open the flesh and ignoring the pain and the blood, breaking off the ribs that get in the way until he can see his heart. It hurts to sink his nails in, to rip it in half, but he has no other choice. If this doesn't work, he loses Sullivan forever, and he doesn't think he could handle that.

With his other hand, he rips what is left of Sullivan's chest open, and places the heart inside before kissing him again, mumbling words that he memorized a long time ago and has never forgotten. You are my life, my soul, my other half. Take my heart and live forever with me, until the end of days when there is nothing but darkness. Take it, and belong to me.

{Dinner, love. I'll be back in a little bit.}

[timbits_tootsie]

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