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[tothelight]

Who: Relevant persons
Where: A second-floor apartment in Central Corehaven, Cepheus
When: King's Year 197, late spring
What: Spam Fushigi mysteries

* for what may be the first time in almost two years, the Core's Head Engineer hasn't reported in for duty in the last two days. *

* what do. *

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[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

I know, I was ignoring it.

Please. You're exhausted.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

. . . Do you promise you won't let me sleep for too long?

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Come lay your head on my lap. If I stand, it'll wake you.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[goes to do just that :(]

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

[pets her hair ._.]

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[this would be nice in any other situation 8( at least it's comfortable enough to relax a little . . .]

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[gently, gently helps him to pull himself up.]

[tothelight]

* with his aid, managing to work up to a sitting position, then onto his feet; legs shaking as he tries to put as much of his own weight on them as possible. *

* still, leaning heavily on Allen as he takes two steps towards the bed, grasping the edge with one hand once close enough. *

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[hovering and holding]

Be slow.

[tothelight]

* ...pauses briefly, taking a few breaths. *



How... should I be laid, for this?

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[that cool look when he readily admitted to being as much a killer as a savior is now gone]

You are completely certain?

[tothelight]

* fortunate that he's not looking directly at Allen. *

...your methods... I may not trust.

But... you... I do.

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . . Chrys . . .

[tothelight]

...

Lay me down... Allen.

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[o. okay.]

I am sorry-- this is how it is-- this is the only true way.

[tothelight]

...if it's 'will'...

* his fingers squeeze Allen's shoulder tightly, for a moment, before he lowers himself onto the bed. *

...I've too much here... to leave it all behind.

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[catches him under his back, before he lies completely down. Then pulls a vial from his belt.]

. . .

You must do this, Chrys. If you fail, if you let go for even a moment, this entire city will mourn you. And I-- I won't know what I've become this way for.

I am pouring all of my faith in you.

[tothelight]

* ...turns his head to look at him. *

...and I... in you.

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .


Swallow.

[BOTTOMS UP]

[tothelight]

* EVERY LAST DROP-- only not quite, some of it runs down the side of his mouth as his throat tries to tighten again against incoming liquid *

* but downing as much as he can *

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

[Coming home a little later with an overnight bag slung over one shoulder and-- what is all this...]

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[IT LOOKS LIKE THE PLACE GOT ROBBED except for the fact that everything's broken instead of missing]

[Ceres doesn't look so good either :D; GOSH WAS SHE HERE WHEN THUGS CAME THROUGH? WHO KNOWS]

Ah—S-Skylos?

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Hey Skylos. Sit down.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

[drops everything and goes to them D8]

What happened--?! Are you alright?

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

I'm okay. This will all heal.