i have killed many angels

[highbloods]

Characters: The Grand Highblood + anyone
Setting: He's starting at the cafeteria exit and is slowly making his way back to his room, or....?
Format: Any
Summary: The GHB got into a particularly nasty fight with the Summoner, but dragged himself out of the room once he assumed the Summoner fell unconscious. He's wounded all over by deep scratches,

Comments

Did I mention this kid is an idiot?

[spiritsup]

Romeo froze when he saw the Grand Highblood. The big scary troll who had killed him. That mixed with his visit back to his world, back to Milano had given him an extra wariness. Adults would hurt him if he didn't behave himself and he was about to leave, avoid the troll so he didn't have any reason to get angry with Romeo again.

But then he saw the blood, it was blue but Romeo knew that trolls had different coloured bloods. He was injured! Even if he was cruel and an adult Romeo couldn't let him be injured. Only a very very bad person would do something like that. He ran forwards.

"Let me help you sir! We can go see the doctors!" He reached out to try and support the troll, which was a bit silly since he barely came to his waist.

ABUBUBU ROMEO ;A;

[highbloods]

Christ on a burning stick. It was that wriggler that he choked to death not too long ago. He's alive and kicking, annoying as ever. This would be where the highblood would express his surprise, and he really is surprised, but he can't muster up any energy to do so.

As the boy neared, he immediately reeled back and growled in warning, not wanting this motherfucking weak-ass wriggler near his person much less try to support him. He was much too small, much too weak, if support was even a thing that he ever wanted.

[spiritsup]

Romeo frowned at the growl, skipping back a step out of instinct but then he continued towards him. "I wont hurt you! You just need to get your cuts fixed, don't be scared sir!"

He reached out again to try and stear the High Blood in the direction of the infirmary.

[highbloods]

"You...hurt ME? HAH! And who the motherfuck said I was all scared?!" The highblood wheezed, each word straining against his throat. He didn't like the sort of attention he was getting, especially from little wrigglers that came back from the dead. Despite his worn out state, he was once more contemplating killing this meddlesome thing.

Unfortunately, his body refused to listen. His legs gave out and he crashed to the ground.

[spiritsup]

"You look scared sir," was the answer as Romeo tried to support him again. However the troll crashed to the floor and Romeo had no idea what he could do, he doubted he could even lift one of the Highblood's legs never mind him whole.

"Sir? Sir you got to get up, we got to get you to the infirmary, do you want me to go find someone? How about one of your friends?"

[highbloods]

The boy's insistence made him not want to get up. He was just going to lie here and sleep it off, even if sleeping on a cold, hard floor was not exactly ideal. At least, that was the plan once this pest ran off.

"Yeah, sure, motherfucker...go, and find this 'friend' of mine. I'm sure they'll all be rushing here to motherfucking help."

It was a little bitter, in some ways, and he wanted to blame that on the blood loss. If Romeo did manage to find a person willing to help, he hoped it was a troll (an adult, please), and that they would just kill him right then and there. It was better than being pitied by a wriggler who refused to learn his lesson.

[spiritsup]

"Who is your friend?" He frowns trying to think of the trolls that he knew. He had to go find help though, the Highblood was really injured. "I know Psiioniic, and Kanaya and Terezi and the Condesce but she's a little scary, she might help you though. Oh and I know the Summoner he's really nice. Who should I go get? Or do you have human friends as well?"

[highbloods]

He wanted to laugh and scream at this boy at the same time. All of those names were lost to him aside from the Condesce and the Summoner, but but heh, the Condesce was in just a similar a state as he was. The Condesce was also a person he did not want to run into looking like this. He had no friends, no allies, and that was just fine by him.

"Just get the motherfuck out of my sight," he growled, his eyes starting to close. The room was spinning. "Just. GET. THE MOTHERFUCK. OUT."

[spiritsup]

Romeo didn't go, he frowned worridly as the trolls eyes closed. "No mister troll you have to stay awake!" He took off his jacket. It wouldn't be very good at keeping the troll warm, it could about cover one of his arms.

"I'm not going to leave you sir, you need help." He leans over him trying to work out where most of the blood loss is coming from, he didn't really know anything about doctor things but Doctor Casella has said the best way to stop bleeding was to tie something tight like a bandage around the injury.

[highbloods]

The effort was valiant, but the highblood was in no position to appreciate it - if he did at all. There were just too many deep wounds, gashes, and bite marks to count, especially for a little boy. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he even entertained the idea about closing them entirely, just so he didn't have to look at this boy anymore and maybe drift off into a peaceful slumber, dying slowly from blood loss.

But at the same time, that idea didn't appeal much to him either. What to do, what to do...

"Why will you not leave?" Might as well distract the kid if he couldn't forcefully deter him.

[spiritsup]

Romeo tried his best, trying to stem the blood with his coat. There was just too many though and he was fighting a losing battle.

He blinked at the question and didn't stop trying to stop the blood, his jacket slowly turning dark blue. "Because you need help sir and I would be a really bad person if I left you."

[highbloods]

He scoffed, staring up at the cieling.

"I do not need your pity or your help, wriggler. Do you not remember? I am the one who all killed you before. Why help me so motherfucking foolishly with the chance that I could just do it all the fuck over again once my wounds heal?"

[spiritsup]

"I don't pity you sir!" He shrugged, "I remember, it wasn't a very nice thing for you to do sir, but that doesn't mean I wont help you." He began tying his tacket round one of the larger wounds, tying it tightly.

"If you want to kill me again you would when you woke up after dying anyways sir, so theres no reason not to help you!"

[highbloods]

His body started to relax against his will, the blood seeping out slower, but still steadily. He still had a good ways to go until he bled to death, but that didn't mean his body would move, so he just kept still.

"That makes you a motherfucking fool," he whispered harshly. "Wasn't a Very Nice Thing does not even begin to cover what the fuck I did."

[spiritsup]

"Well I thought that you were just a bad person, but even bad people sometimes need help." He tightened the knot on the jacket. "I could try and pull you..." He doubted he would be able to move him though, he was really big!

[highbloods]

"You are wasting your time," he said, shutting his eyes now just because it's just too much of an effort to keep them open. "YOU... are a weak and pathetic thing that places too much motherfucking trust in others. Leave, before I decide with my dying breath to motherfucking eliminate you once more."

His voice is nearly inaudible by the end, his breathing becoming slower and slower.