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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. *

Comments

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

But...

[FRETS. Role reversal \o/]

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

Chrys is sick. But Allen is making him well. He had fits, that's what happened.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

...Sick?

How bad is it?

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

It...I don't know.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

...

I'm sorry... he was fine when I left.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[nnnnot making eye contact]

I-I think it came on suddenly. I wasn't here when it began, but from the way he described it . . .

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

...

[settles in to wait too :(]

[sillyrabitricks.insanejournal.com]

[._. hair ruffles]

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

[Loops an arm around in a quick, loose hug]

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

I'm sorry you had to come home to this.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

[shakes his head]

I'm sorry I wasn't home sooner. Have your injuries been looked after?

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

I took care of them whenever he slept.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

...Take care of yourself, too. It won't make him feel any better to see you hurt when he's back to himself again.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

. . . I've been doing what I can. He—needed a lot of attention.

[time_andagain.insanejournal.com]

Thank you for being there and looking after him.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

Mm . . . I'm glad I found him too.

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

It won't be long now.

[tothelight]

...


Don't tell him...

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

Don't die and I won't tell him.

[tothelight]

* breathing slows...


and stops altogether. *

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

. . .





[presses his hand firmly against his throat]

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[and when there is nothing, absolutely nothing-- when Chrysos Kenni is dead, by Allen's hand, for the only chance he has at living again--

Allen doesn't move from his bedside. His eyes dull.

What've I done.]

[tothelight]

* a question only answered with time. *

* it passes, slow and silent, the burning heat of the body fading with it. *

[pierrotdetous.insanejournal.com]

[Now all there is to do is wait. It could be instant, it could be hours. He would know it was done for certain after half a day's time.

He doesn't move.]

Chrys... Chrys, come back.

[tothelight]

* from outside, the distant peal of the bells. *



* one hour. *