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paradisalogs2012-11-28 09:31 pm
nothingtobelieve) wrote in paradisalogs2012-11-28 09:31 pm
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To be endlessly cold within...
Who: Vicious and Gren
What: Post-virus fall out.
When: Evening
Where: Gren's apartment in town.
Rating: R, for mentions of drug use and possible bad language.
Things had not been going well for Vicious in the wake of virus that had swept through the castle. Fights had left him injured--and for a time, totally unmindful of said injuries--and more than a little drained. Worse than that, however, was the conflicted emotions that came with it all. He hated the idea of being manipulated or controlled, but at the same time, the virus had given him a sense of purpose, something he had not had since coming to this place.
He didn't like it, and he didn't want to sort through it. Thankfully, the castle was as willing as ever to offer him his preferred distraction, all packaged up in a little glass vial.
The Red Eye heightened everything, but it killed the distracting thoughts in his head. It freed him from the things he didn't want to think about, and offered up other possibilities.
Which was how he eventually wound up at the door to Gren's apartment in town, banging on the door with his good arm, completely heedless of neighbors, the time of night, his own somewhat disheveled appearance, or whether Gren was even likely to be there at all.
What: Post-virus fall out.
When: Evening
Where: Gren's apartment in town.
Rating: R, for mentions of drug use and possible bad language.
Things had not been going well for Vicious in the wake of virus that had swept through the castle. Fights had left him injured--and for a time, totally unmindful of said injuries--and more than a little drained. Worse than that, however, was the conflicted emotions that came with it all. He hated the idea of being manipulated or controlled, but at the same time, the virus had given him a sense of purpose, something he had not had since coming to this place.
He didn't like it, and he didn't want to sort through it. Thankfully, the castle was as willing as ever to offer him his preferred distraction, all packaged up in a little glass vial.
The Red Eye heightened everything, but it killed the distracting thoughts in his head. It freed him from the things he didn't want to think about, and offered up other possibilities.
Which was how he eventually wound up at the door to Gren's apartment in town, banging on the door with his good arm, completely heedless of neighbors, the time of night, his own somewhat disheveled appearance, or whether Gren was even likely to be there at all.
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"Extremely," he answered flippantly, reaching out to lightly run his fingers along the edge of the bandage on Vicious' ribs and reminding himself to keep breathing. Honestly he hadn't felt like this in years. After Titan, real desire had been nothing more than a memory.
"There's hope for you yet, I see. These could use some changing, though, in the very least. I should have some in the bathroom."
Gren turned to head that way, wondering just how Vicious could play him even when he was only half functional.
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"Should I take that as a compliment?"
He followed along behind Gren for a ways before losing interest and simply leaning against the nearest wall instead.
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The look on his face was halfway between exasperation and contemplating pinning him to that wall. He settled for ripping the bandages off with a smirk.
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"Right to business?"
He was absolutely not above needling him a little, especially in his current frame of mind.
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"Should I have offered you a drink first?"
He ducked back into the other room and returned a few moments later with a washcloth soaked in warm water. Compared to how rough he'd been earlier, he's far more gentle about cleaning the wounds. It was important to see just how severe they were. It was unlikely they were too severe, if he'd gone this long without actual medical attention. The hole in the arm was his biggest concern. Best to make sure there wasn't still a bullet in there. And it was a welcome distraction from his other less than clinical thoughts.
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The wound on his arm was the worse of the two, but neither were particularly life-threatening, and he'd certainly had far worse in the past. No one got through a life in the syndicate unscathed, regardless of how good you were at it. And even as high as he still was, he couldn't quite pretend Gren's efforts at patching him up didn't hurt, though the only indication to that he let slip was the way his jaw tensed in an effort to remain stoic about it.
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He smiled. A trace of that darker expression Vicious had glimpsed the first time they spoke here. His head tilted, hovering close to Vicious' as if considering kissing him again. But, no, he wouldn't. Not yet. He'd already made the decision that Vicious would have to be the one to open that particular door, and Vicious wasn't exactly in the state to fully consent to anything. As tempting as that might have been.
Gren reached for the kit again and pulled out the fresh bandages.
"You'll get your drink when I'm done."
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"How generous of you."
The drugs were starting to wear off, but he really had no desire to slip back into the realm of reality quite yet. Of course, there was still enough Red Eye left in the vial in his pocket to keep him from having to face that for a long while, yet.
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A little more carefully than he was at the beginning, he applied the gauze and tape to the wounds. He wondered, if it would always be this way, no matter where their relationship ended. Him standing by to put Vicious back together. Or if that bothered him at all. He couldn't answer that for sure.
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