mortalcoil: (you make it hard to breathe)
Coil Lenn ([personal profile] mortalcoil) wrote in [community profile] accordancy2012-01-21 06:41 pm

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[he wakes up choking.

It's like he's picking up right where he left off. Panicking, clawing, fighting for air. There is no voice, but there is still sound for the book to catch. The kind of struggled breath that comes from barely fighting back sobs, air thick in the lungs, raw in his throat as he tries desperately to come to his senses.

He's just not used to this. Breathing. Feeling. Suddenly existing again. As bad as the nightmares have been, this is abruptly worse.]



((ooc: Coil's back! ...not that many people knew he was even gone, or anything. Robin is finding him in person, but if anyone says anything over the journal, he'll get back to them after he can find a pen))
birdsbirdsbirds: (♣ but bears aren't on dope)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[it's pretty good luck that Robin's flipping through the grimoire and hears what sounds... pretty much like someone freaking out. it's pretty crazy luck that Robin is the only person who recognizes that particular kind of freaking out.]

What...? [but... no, that's crazy. it can't be him--] ...Coil?
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[he was trying to come up with another explanation while Coil was dragging himself over, but having found nothing that makes logical sense to him and then getting affirmation that he's not some sort of incorporeal ghost? he'll take it.]

H-Hey...! Don't go anywhere.

[not that. ...he could. but.

it sounds like Robin is up and going places.]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[it sounds like he was on a bed, but that could be anywhere in the tower... or, hell, anywhere in the city. but his book was with him, which reminds him of when people would first wake up in the other world...

Coil's room it is, then. he gets in there without a problem, but doesn't get very far beyond the doorway on account of holy shit, it's really him.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ general all purpose concern)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, Coil--

[he can barely believe it, but he doesn't dwell on the impossibility for long. it's here, and he feels compelled, above everything, to do something about it. soon he's leaning over him, a hesitant hand on his shoulder.]

Hey.
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ whoops here come the crazytears)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Tega... [the swear is more appropriate than ever, considering. Coil's not the only one that looks uncharacteristically relieved.]

Jeez, you don't look so good. Let's see...

[he'll feel his forehead anyway. start trying to think of what to do.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ general all purpose concern)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[he carefully presses his palm to his forehead, the side of his head, his neck. he wants him to get used to the idea of human contact, because he might have to put up with a lot of it for a moment.]

I'm going to have you sit up, all right?

[though, with Coil's condition... Robin rerranges some of the bedding around him, then sits himself down and scoops him up, propping him upright against the headboard of the bed. the pillows behind him should help, some.

from there, he works on getting the guy's clothes off. he can barely believe it when he gets to all the holes in his shirt--still bloody, like time had been paused for Coil while it went on for the rest of them. ...the thing is ruined anyway, so he ends up using a bit of the blood to slice the shirt open and pull it off of him. he'll get him a new one, promise.

he unwraps his hands and, if there's no objection, he'll try to get the eye patch off as well.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ he just has a lot of feelings)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[he's a little surprised by the fight, but hey--if that's what he wants, he's not gonna fight him back. he moves his hand away immediately, instead pulling one of the lighter covers from its half-disheveled state and covering Coil with it.]

Use this one if you're cold. [it's a simple enough concept--if he's cold, his body will try to warm up even more. if he wraps himself in too many layers, he'll never cool down anyway. with that in place, he stands and moves to the bathroom for a minute. he'll see what he can find.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ oral fixation joke goes here)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[funny, it takes him until the bathroom to realize it--mostly when he goes for what he imagines most people would have in their bathrooms and find even less than what he would find in his. still focused and intent, he grabs whatever clean-looking cloth he can find and gets it properly soaked in cold water. not the most technologically advanced, but it'll do.

coming out of the bathroom gives him a chance to notice things from a different angle--the room is definitely weird. there's a lot to look at. he's pretty sure there's some sort of... ward up above the door, but he's going to have to investigate that later. his curiosity does nothing to trump the still-puzzling fact that Coil seems to have returned from the dead, and with a fever to boot.

he sits next to him again, moving a bit slowly so as not to rattle him too much. he'll dab at his forehead a little, marveling at how his face looks--well, repaired. he seems to be breathing fine, albeit anxiously. from there, he presses the wet cloth to his forehead, face, neck--just trying to cool him down a little.]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[well, not much to do but fold the cloth inside-out and do it again.]

I don't know what happened, but... welcome back, I guess.

[he wants to ask him a million things, but... barely able to function on top of his normal silence? he can wait until the guy is well enough to hold a pen.]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-22 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[he notices the shift. his motions stop for a moment as he hesitates, trying to decide what to do. this is way outside of what he's used to.

but after a little huff of air, he shrugs and crawls over to Coil's other side, sitting up against the headboard right next to him.]


Hey, don't worry. We'll figure it out.

[he'll continue to pat at his face with the cloth a little here and there, occasionally checking to see if he's cooled down any. ...more out of want of something to do than him actually thinking it'll work.]

Relax for now, okay? I won't let anything bad happen to you.

[...how many times has he said that, lately? he immediately regrets the words leaving his mouth--what if he can't do anything? but it's not like he's not going to try...]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-23 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[but the first time, he wasn't around for it. he feels... a lot of things. happy, guilty, a little scared. he's mostly following a raw instinct, an idea that he should do everything he can to keep this guy out of danger.

seeing him shrink away like that just worries him a little more. it pushes against his predetermined set of boundaries and, for some reason, he decides that it's a good idea to scoot over and draw this guy up into a sideways hug.

he really did miss him, in a sad... pathetic sort of way. he didn't think he'd see him again. it's... he doesn't really know how he feels about it, even if Coil was only really an acquaintance of his before.]


I mean it. You're not going anywhere.
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ he just has a lot of feelings)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-24 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[he really has no idea whether it's helping or making things worse, but... the fingers at his sleeve solidify the idea that maybe he shouldn't move for a while. at least Coil isn't trying to claw him away this time.

so he stays there, very quiet and still. he'll let him collect or break down or whatever it is he needs to do.]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-24 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
[and he still doesn't do much of anything. he doesn't mind, really. he didn't have it composed in his head that Coil was any less prone to emotions than--well, himself. he's just better at keeping things inside most of the time. so it isn't some big, horrible disappointment that dying, followed shortly by suddenly not being dead anymore is a hell of a lot for the kid to handle.

so he'll just stay there. shift enough to tug Coil's blanket up around him a little more, but otherwise just be something physical to lean on for a little while.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♥ what is personal space anyway)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-24 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[he lets him pull away when he does. with his head bowed like that, Robin picks up the wet cloth again, leaning in to wipe at Coil's face a little. it'll feel better.]

Hey, it's fine. [...probably doesn't help, but he wants to say something. he ends up pressing his lips to the other's temple in a very short kiss--something second-nature and nearly subconscious for him--before he mumbles something about fixing the cloth and stands up to go run it through cold water again.]
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-25 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[and he returns predictably, cold cloth in hand. if he's thinking about it, he doesn't show it so much--and the look catches him a little off-guard. he hesitates, then manages a small (but rather characteristic) frown.]

What's that look for? Don't worry.

[about what--well, he isn't going to say. he'll just move back to sitting at his side and doctoring him, occasionally feeling for any changes.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ oral fixation joke goes here)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-01-25 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you keep looking at?

[that comes a bit out of nowhere, out of a very lengthy silence. because oh, he notices. he just doesn't have any idea what it is that Coil has noticed. with this whole thing, who knows--maybe something is still hanging around him.

but he doesn't seem worried about it, or anything. he settles back down into a place next to Coil.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ oral fixation joke goes here)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-02-01 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
All right... [at least he can trust that it's not immediately terrible. his gaze drifts to other things, like the wall and the ceiling, but he eventually slouches back against the headboard and nudges Coil's shoulder.]

Do you want to sleep?
birdsbirdsbirds: (♦ sleeps like a dead seal)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-02-02 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
All right, all right. You don't have to.

[...if he doesn't want to sleep, Robin doesn't exactly know what else to do. he doesn't want to leave him alone. he basically has to wait around until he passes out.]

I guess I could take you somewhere else, but there isn't much else besides town... And dragging you through all that sounds like more trouble than it'd be worth.

[he might have been talking more to himself, with that last bit.]
birdsbirdsbirds: (♥ what is personal space anyway)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-02-03 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[that still bothers him. he wants to reach out for Coil's hand and get him to settle, or help ward off... whatever it is that's still following him around. even if it's really just night-sickness, he would love to do... something.

but he can't see it. he could if he was... hm.]


Hey, Coil. [he brushes the kid's bangs out of his face for a moment.] Those wards you've got up... do they keep magic and auras inside the room?
birdsbirdsbirds: (♥ sometimes he's not awful)

[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-02-03 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[that look... he lets the other's bangs fall back in his face, looking a little sympathetic.]

Hey, I would have found them anyway. I'm kind of sensitive to that stuff.
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-02-05 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[usually he can read him pretty well, but this time? he's just not sure what Coil is looking for.]

I'm not gonna... tell, or anything. If that's what you're worried about.
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[personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds 2012-02-08 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
All right. Good...

[he's hoping that's what he's nodding about, anyway. he's still debating whether or not he'd want to show him--only two people know, after all, and it might freak him out more than he already is...

in debating, he instinctively reaches over to wrap his arm around Coil's shoulder. maybe another moment of attention with the cloth. with this, it's effectively a waiting game.]