(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

((I dunno. Do you want to...?))

[miraphoenix]

((To what? Post? I can, if you want me to.))

[Wormgod]

((You can post...I've got nothing, and I probably won't for a while.))

[miraphoenix]

((Okay. Just post when you're ready.))

Yamir, unwilling to leave Artyom's room for fear of hearing noises, had curled up in a corner and had somehow managed to sleep. His good eye closed against the light in the room, the growing bits of his injured eye twitched fitfully, no protective eyelid left to shelter the bits from the outside world.

[Wormgod]

Artyom was trying to sleep, listening to the silence that caused a ringing in his ears. His mind played tricks on him' making fake sounds real and shadows move. He could watch his own little torture show if he wanted to, but he did his best to block it out, no matter how many times it came back.

[miraphoenix]

Twitching in his sleep, Yamir made a strange mewling noise, pawing at his empty eye socket with a limp hand as if the injury was hurting him. Still completely asleep, he mewled again, wrapping his wings around himself as he curled into a tighter ball, obviously not liking the dreams he was having.

[Wormgod]

Meanwhile, Marceline was just coming home. She floated through the halls, calling people's names, but no one answered. As she heard Moira and Ruber, the vampire growled and vowed to torture them later for that, and instead went to Artyom's room to see if he had any part in this.

"Why are Moira and--Yamir! What did you do to him!?" She shrieked and shot across the room to the boy, cupping her hands around his face to get a better look at the eye.

[miraphoenix]

Waking up almost immediately after he felt Marceline's hands on his face, Yamir's good eye snapped open almost instantaneously, revealing the pain and fear he had been feeling. "Marceline, I'm fine! It was my own fault!" he protested, trying to cover the injury with a hand. "It was my fault for not warning Artyom about Moira and Ruber, then coming down here again! Please don't hurt him!"

[Wormgod]

Marceline narrowed her eyes, inspecting the wound. It was already healing, thanks to Yamir's ability, but that didn't matter. Artyom had hurt him, and that dam* fish was going to die for it.

"So he hurt you just because you didn't tell him about the porn going on in Moira's room!?" She shouted. Her form started to change into that of a bat's; her fingers elongating into wings as she turned away from Yamir, hissing violently at Artyom.

[miraphoenix]

"Marceline, please! He reacted on instinct!" Yamir begged, his injured eye weeping blood as sheer panic caused reforming capillaries to burst and rupture. "Please.... I've suffered worse; please don't hurt him..." At that moment, blood streaming down his face from his ruined eye, he looked so young and scared; he didn't look like a monster capable of hideous acts of violence and death.