birdsbirdsbirds: (♥ our lord and savior)
яσвιи яє∂вяєαѕт ([personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in [community profile] accordancy 2012-06-19 05:45 am (UTC)

[he's never really sure what it is until it happens. he hears that miserable little sound and knows--it's time to start working backwards. he's nothing short of a mess. he's had more than enough. most would have broken long ago.

but there's just a little more.

he spreads his hands out in the air in front of him, fingers dripping, mentally reaching in for what's left of his core, blood that's still trying to serve his system. he takes it all up in his grasp, all of him, and pulls--one last agonizing strain, every injury touched again. every wound given new life, new sharpness. he wants him to remember this, even if he can't comprehend it now.

but then, finally, after the last and final twist, he lowers his hands. his eyes are now red more with the reflection of blood than his own glimmer. he sighs, a horrible kindness in his face.]


...You've done beautifully.

[from there he climbs off of him, sitting in a more neutral position at his side. he quickly busies himself, peeling off the other glove and carefully beginning to stitch up the parts inside of him that need the most immediate fixing. insides first--they're always the trickiest to repair.]

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