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[thread] this is what you've done

Apr 29, 2007 17:22

Who: Malik, Cain
What: Helping Malik after his darker half finally lets him go
Where: Malik's apartment
When: After this.
Rating: PG-13 for blood, illusions to violence

( and the blood runs down )

malik, cain

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face_downcast May 22 2007, 00:00:51 UTC

It was a long time (far, far too long a time) before Cain finally made his feet follow the directions and arrive at Malik's... home, he supposed. His thoughts were elsewhere, drifting in his own past--

...but on Cain a-and hi-- AH! ...hah... ah... a-a-and his offering...

--as he gnawed absently on his lower lip.

Riff was back. Did that mean something? Now that he was physically away from the other man, it seemed to mean that his back was beginning to throb. He could feel the scars almost individually, distinguish where one began and another ended in the knotted mass of his broken past with his father.

...h-he did not look... with favour...

Shouldn't Riff have soothed this rather than bringing it up? Shouldn't he be feeling at peace, mentally prepared to take care of Malik, able to see where he was going without seeing flashes of--

And the Lord... s-said to Cain, Why... Why are you... angry...?--whatever it was that was bothering him interrupting his thoughts ( ... )

torn_lavender May 22 2007, 00:29:29 UTC

He'd been slipping in and out of consciousness for a while now. He remembered a shockingly long period where he and Ryou had been talking, but he'd drifted off again. He wasn't sure what had brought him back to this time, because last time it had been the comm blinking and buzzing next to his hand. He'd dropped it, though. Or knocked it off the table--

The altar.

Malik winced. He had to stop thinking about that.

Footsteps. The door opening. A call - his name... Cain's voice? If he had thought he could raise his voice loud enough to be heard, he would have, but he knew his vocal cords were raw and strained.

It burns and he's screaming...

The fire hissed and spat. He stared at the bowl for a moment, gaging how low the oil was inside. It would last long enough, eh expected, if the blood on the table would stop landing directly on the flames.

He turned a little, to have a better view of the door. The movement pulled the skin along his shoulder blades, cracking dried blood and tearing a sharp cry from him. Well, so much for not ( ... )

face_downcast May 22 2007, 00:40:31 UTC

The sharp human noise shattered his consciousness, prompting him to simply shove the door open without more thought.

Then the LORD said to Cain, "Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must master it."

The room was dreadful. For a second he reeled away from it, entire body prompting him not to enter the horrible place. But there was Malik, looking infinitely more pathetic than he'd ever seen another human creature look. Mind over matter, he plunged into the room almost as if intoxicated, vision blurring over the blood and words and flame as he stumbled toward the table.

"How deep are they? And how recent?"

torn_lavender May 23 2007, 10:19:00 UTC

Malik grimaced and reached out, caught Cain's hand, ignored the pain that shot through his shoulders once more. He had contact, now, besides that Ra-be-damned table and the hot, heavy air. An anchor.

"Deep enough... but at least half of them are... a-ah... cauterized, and not... not bleeding... I don't know... when... before I sent you the message, I don't know h-how long..." His voice trailed off, weak. He honestly couldn't remember how long it had been - even since he'd sent the message. A while, he was sure.

"There, you see? Not so bad. I'll leave you here, merwet. Perhaps someone will take pity on you."

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