Apologies for posting twice in a row!!

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Who: Darc and Vaarsuvius
When: Friday evening
Where: 29C
Summery: Darc goes to check on V, making one final attempt to return the favour for saving Izaya
Warnings: Darc’s language, snarkiness, probable angst

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"Oh for the love of--"

The elf swung the door open.

"Yujinn, I told you I--Darc."

Vaarsuvius immediately ducked further in the room away from the door, getting away from the light, but the moment s/he had been in the doorway had been long enough to see exactly how unhealthy s/he was--pallid skin, dark circles, pronounced veins, and at this point, beginning to rival fifty pounds underweight.

"What are you doing here?"

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"Oh, don't you dare," Vaarsuvius hissed, squirming with all hir strength, which of course, was more a nuisance than anything else. Tellingly, s/he never once made a move to use magic to get him, even if s/he could have done it easily.

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'You can do that all you want, but it's not gonna get you anywhere. Now do as I fucking say, or I'm calling them,' he hissed out, keeping hir pinned to the wall without even exerting any effort.

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S/he squirmed for another few seconds, then s/he went limp with a frustrated growl, muscles shaking from the exertion. S/he was really not in the shape to do this.

"Fine. I have calmed down. Let me go."

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Darc waited a few more moments after hearing hir decleration before finally relenting.

'Hmm. Alright, but claw at me again and I'm gonna knock you out and carry you to the medics,' which was as undesirable a thought to him as it was to hir, but he'd had enough of this and would do it if he had to.

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Vaarsuvius gave him a withering glare, then sat on hir bed, unable to keep standing now that the adrenaline rush was gone and noticing that s/he was aching in her shoulder and chest--the two places which took the most force when he slammed hir against the wall.

"Fine. I will not claw at you."

Then s/he looked at the wall and glared, absently rubbing hir shoulder gently. S/he was so fatigued. S/he wouldn't be surprised if hir body failed in a few more days.

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Darc merely stayed where he was, folding his arms over his scarred chest and fixing hir with an impassive look of his own; he felt a small rush of guilt when he saw hir rubbing at hir shoulder, but he quickly pushed it to one side; now wasn't the time to worry about that.

'So...are you gonna eat now, or what?'

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"You cannot make me eat regularly, even if you make me eat once," Vaarsuvius said stubbornly, continuing to glare at the wall. "You are fighting a losing battle, Darc."

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Darc shrugged, his impassive expression remaining firmly in place, 'yeah, I guess you're right. I can't make you eat regularly...but I guess I just didn't have you pegged as a weak, pathetic coward who gives up at the first sign of distress.'

It was a cheap shot, and he knew it - particularly given that he'd attempted something similar himself - but one that was perhaps worth trying.

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Oh, cheap shot.

Vaarsuvius immediately stiffened, hir fists clenching, and without raising hir voice one iota:

"Excuse me?"

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'I said, I didn't realise you were a weak, pathetic coward who gave up at the first sign of distress,' the half-breed repeated, showing no outward sign of guilt over that statement.

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Vaarsuvius looked at Darc, and if looks could kill, Darc would be six feet under.

"I am not weak, nor pathetic, nor a coward. I have faced dragons, wars, goblins, and god-killing abominations, and I have not once wavered due to fear."

Oh dear, venom dripped from hir voice now.

As if to punctuate hir point, she stood up, ignoring hir fatigue, and glared.

"I will eat. Where is the food?"

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Finally~

'Wait here. I'll be no more than ten minutes,' he intoned, turning swiftly on his heel and exiting the room before the elf could see the mildly triumphant look that crossed his visage. He had a slight suspicion that leaving Vaarsuvius alone for too long probably wasn't the best plan, so he headed straight over to the cafeteria - much closer than his room - in order to retreive some nutrition bars; not exactly appetising, but any food was better than no food...

As promised, he was back within a very short space of time, a bundle of bars held in his arms.

'Here,' he intoned flatly, holding one of the bars out to Vaarsuvius before dropping into a sitting position of the floor and giving hir a pointed, meaningful look.

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Darc, you clever bastard.

Vaarsuvius glared at him viciously, taking one bar and nibbling at it slowly. S/he knew better than to try to eat it too fast. After so long without food, s/he would only hurt hirself if s/he didn't take it slow.

S/he was vaguely reminded of the time s/he was a cat and he shared his food with hir. The incident was deeply embarrassing to both of them, but the reminder made hir begin to think about softening a little.

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Darc remained silent as Vaarsuvius ate, remaining in his seated position on the floor with his arms resting on his knees as he watched to make sure the elf did as he'd instructed. At least he was getting somewhere at last, and could consider his debt repaid.

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Vaarsuvius kept eating, and gradually, she lost hir sour expression, beginning to look merely annoyed.

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier this week."