Comments | stop_panicking: Round and round we go [CLOSED LOG]

virulentfacade in stop_panicking

Round and round we go [CLOSED LOG]

May 22, 2010 10:57

Who: Envy [virulentfacade] and Zexion [pretexts]
What: Envy's about ten minutes from dying. He needs some help!!!!!!!!
When: Immediately following the end of this log. So Thursday night.
Where: Zexion's cabin.
Warnings: BLOOD. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

( Tell me what you gone and done now )

envy, zexion

Comments 11

virulentfacade May 22 2010, 19:04:58 UTC

Stupid. Stupid stupid. Zexion was so stupid sometimes.

Envy needed his stones. That was all. If he could get them--even just a few--he'd be all right. Everything would be all right. There were some in his cabin. There were some in Greed's bar. Some in Greed's cabin. Some stashed away in various areas on at least each floor of the ship.

And some in here. But where? Where'd he put them? His eyes scanned what they could see. It was so hard to think. The room wasn't clear. Things over there were blurred and things over here were doubled. There were stones somewhere. Somewhere.

It felt like there was blood seeping into every inch of Envy's skin. When had it last been this bad? Being born had been bad. But that hadn't been the result of a fight. It hadn't been the result of someone attacking him. Had it ever been so bad before? The fingers of one hand pressed into the carpet.

Where did it hurt the most?

Envy started laughing; that only made it hurt more. The laughter was strained. Laced with pain. But genuine. Where did it hurt the ( ... )

virulentfacade May 22 2010, 20:02:22 UTC

Every fiber in Envy's body stiffened. Zexion was touching him. He had his hand at his chest. His hand, so close to his back where those fucking arrays were, could reach them in a second. It wouldn't take much. All Zexion would need to do was shove a knife through them. Not even all of them. Just one of them. That was all it would take and then Envy wouldn't be able to move. He wouldn't be able to muster up any of his remaining energy to get away. It would be all over if they were pierced.

. . . But Zexion wasn't going to do that. Was he?

He's going to kill you. He's going to kill you and you won't be able to stop him because you can't even move. You're pathetic.Zexion was healing him. There wasn't anything else he could be doing. They were from different worlds with different powers and Zexion wouldn't have ( ... )

virulentfacade May 22 2010, 20:49:32 UTC

Surgery?

The notion itself was entirely ridiculous but even more so was the very idea that Zexion would even want to.

Why?

Why the fuck would he go through such lengths to save him? It would have been expected of Dante. Somewhat. The woman had needed him. He'd been her most resourceful resource. But even then, surgery? He couldn't expect Zexion to understand how unnecessary--how funny--the very idea of it was. The Nobody knew that he could heal but perhaps he didn't understand the extent of it all.

But why? Why would Zexion want to save him so badly that he was willing to fucking operate? In a brief moment where his throat hadn't flooded with blood, he laughed, and it was bitter. This was stupid. It was all so fucking stupid. It wasn't as if Zexion could care. He wasn't capable. He'd said it himself and he'd said it more than once.

Slowly, carefully, he let himself back down onto his side, only then noticing the blood that had soaked into the floor around him. Ah, that was messy. How much fucking blood did he have in this body ( ... )

virulentfacade May 22 2010, 22:16:05 UTC

The grin vanished and, for an almost fleeting moment, was replaced by something akin to confusion. Confusion coupled with surprise coupled with disbelief and with, well, all sorts of things. It didn't make sense. It didn't make any fucking sense. Zexion was trying to save him. He was trying too hard to save him. He was doing more than anyone had ever done and he didn't even have a reason. Having Envy by him didn't benefit him--how could it when they both wanted things that were so different?

Zexion was calculating everything he needed to do. He was already planning. Making arrangements in his head. Envy could see it in the way he moved. He could see it in the Nobody's only visible eye.
This wasn't right. Something still wasn't right.

It should have been the opposite. Zexion should have been watching him die. He should have been trying to speed up the process. Yet here he was, doing everything he could to stop it. Why? Why was he trying so fucking hard?By the time Envy had averted his gaze he was choking on his own blood again--it ( ... )

virulentfacade May 23 2010, 18:17:53 UTC

Where?

Where had he put them?

Envy felt like a squirrel in the spring. They spent so long hiding hundreds of little nuts everywhere before hibernation so that they would have food when they awoke. But when it came time to eat they couldn't remember where they'd hidden most of it. It wouldn't have been so hard to remember if Envy's head hadn't been cracked open. If his lungs weren't filling with blood and his insides bleeding out.

Painstakingly he lowered himself back onto the floor and shifted his weight just enough so that he was resting somewhere between one side and his chest. The pain was getting worse. The breathing was harder and more labored and he knew that he must have had five minutes. Did he even have that much at all?

Where were they?

Where were they ( ... )