( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ！！ x─────ix ♔
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivicabin thirteen.
x──────i ii zeus iii eighteen. iiii tags: auggie auggie auggie.
ivicabin thirteen.
- "used to be," orin said. "i used to walk into a room and people would roar. like the main act coming out after a really bad support act." things had, of course, changed. the invites hadn't dried up - they'd remained rather the same, but there had been less of a reason to go to them as time went on. "i'm just weighing up all the options." but when the tone changed, it was a certain indication of some kind of boundary. a line had been made in the sand, something that went a little bit deeper than vague dislike. he wasn't going to push it any further than that. "no, he's not," he nodded slowly. "i'll take that one back. bit too farfetched." no need to fret and fuss, to magnify something that was clearly troublesome.
the joke about closets did have a low cheer rumbling in his throat. "excellent," he commented. "don't suppose there's a lion or a witch hiding in there? a bit of turkish delight for the goddess of wardrobe bouncers?" an alternate route, certainly, but a similar path. "well, until i get proof that these guys don't completely gush over me, i'm just going to have to assume that they do. why wouldn't they? i'm brilliant." the self aggrandising comments were pushing it a little. "never me. i only come out with the most intellectual and assembled points. it's well documented that i only talk when there's something important to be said. i pore over every sentence i utter with a comb, filtering out the unnecessary parts, getting right to the meat of it." and that was just him lying, there. a touch to the crown of his head confirmed the absence of horns. "i don't think so. maybe i'm going through some kind of transitory period. still waiting for the goat legs to come in. i think they're gonna be my greatest assets." if he couldn't run well with the legs he had already been bestowed, he couldn't imagine the sight he'd be if he had cloven hooves. "get everyone fauning over me. i'll tell you what -" a preemptive chuckle. "i may be bi, but hooves would make me pan." and that, as he would come to realise, was his peak.
"yes. now you're being silly. you're just - it's too out there now. i'm gonna need you to reign it in a bit. it's just gone way too far. it's getting ridiculous," he confirmed. "that's my rubicon. can't cross this river any more. it's not allowed. you'd be committing a wide variety of crimes, and it may lead to a war. i'm not saying i'd lead the attack - you know, i don't want to have to go against you, but it's simply a case of what i believe." orin let out what he supposed was his own version of a menacing laugh. "you won't be questioning that nil once you see what i've got planned for 'em."
he didn't really understand people who hated kids and chose to work with them regardless. putting themselves through the torture of prolonged and shrill screaming without a passion for the job - masochists, he presumed. "they hated me, anyway. dunno why. a nun hit me with a broom once. i don't even think i was doing anything that bad," he paused. "i think that happened to me." difficult to figure out in the moment. "like, seventy percent sure that was me." with the crammed space in his memory banks, it was hard to classify. but the impression talk was enough to pull him out of the brief confusion. "they'd have to invent a new award for me. for a lot of stuff i do, i think. i'm just a visionary like that. the empty blue sea that i cruise in has no competitors. i'm the trailblazer."
( *:･ﾟ✦ ) xx❝xx𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 ！！ x─────ix ♖
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: mira, ash.
ivi hampton inn, room 207.
x──────i ii thanatos. iii seventeen. iiii tags: mira, ash.
ivi hampton inn, room 207.
- "i just wanted a bit of quiet. it was just that. everywhere's so - there's so much going on, it was too much, and i am so, so sick of dead people, ash," he wasn't sure why he felt the need to explain himself, but the words kept coming, rolling onward endlessly. what did come as a surprise, though, was the request to help - the following clearup with such careful hands a rather different scenario than he was used to. it would have been false to say he had had worse, but he had had similar, in that nose bleeds and head injuries were not a far fetched scenario in his chosen sport back in the days where that had been all that had mattered, and it had always been a case of sorting himself out. usually in poor fashion - a line upon the bridge of his nose said that much - but sorted nevertheless. "i'm not going to break," he commented quietly. it wasn't harsh enough to be clinical. not a problem, necessarily, but unfamiliar. his eyes fluttered shut, brow tensing every so often. he could hear the thrum of the lights overhead, the muttering under his feet. it was too loud.
he had killed the bird. and he wasn't particularly certain as to how. his head felt heavier than it should have, a weight on his shoulders that he couldn't attribute to a need for sleep. nor the cold. it felt a little deeper than that, something in his bones. his bones that had, allegedly, been rather more visible than they normally were. regardless of the cause, one of the troubles was being countered by a very sudden offer of ash's shirt - straight off of his back, no less - and when pushed into his hands, he could only blink, astounded. "i don't wanna get blood on it," no objections seemed to be the theme of the evening. it was rare such a phrase had an impact on him. too tired to argue, he pulled it over his head, careful to miss his face with the collar so as not to get his dreaded gunk over the blasted thing.
his hand didn't look great, an understatement. teilo reached to touch above one of the knuckles. "well, i'm not exactly dying anymore," he said, the words spilling before he could run them through the filter, and before he had the chance to backtrack, brush over the admission, a welcomed interruption. mira, speaking through the door, stepping through the door, brandishing the first aid kit as though it was as valuable as the holy grail. "right. okay,"
his resolve was flawed, but entrenched in something vaguely accurate. ambrosia at this time was going to do nothing for his face. his throat was too tight to eat the cubes, the thought of the flavour too intense to fathom. if it was bad in the morning, then that would be the port of call. for now, though, focus landed on figuring something out for the angry red line. "thank you," there was no need to forget his manners. "sorry. for the trouble. last thing you need, really."
sutures with his vibrating fingers would do no good. butterfly stitches wouldn't cut it, either. he could do without. a bit of cleaning and a gauze pad - that was the ticket. while mira focused on ash's bare torso, teilo plucked an antiseptic wipe from the kit, gave himself a little countdown, and went to town. best to get it done quickly, hold his breath through the searing feeling, than beat around the bush and prolong it. a sharp breath through his nose was the only indication that actually, this felt worse than the events that had led up to this damned moment, and then it was over.
a gauze over his cheek. no fuss necessary. and a plus of the stinging sensation was that it overtook the noise, which had always been the case. other things to focus on, now. "if i'm woken up before nine tomorrow, i am going to stop killing weird birds and start killing people," he murmured. too much had happened.
