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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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[hovering and holding]

Be slow.

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

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

. . .

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

You are completely certain?

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

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

But... you... I do.

. . . Chrys . . .

...

Lay me down... Allen.

. . .

[o. okay.]

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

...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.

[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.

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

...and I... in you.

. . .

Swallow.

[BOTTOMS UP]

* 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 *

It won't be long now.

...

Don't tell him...

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

* breathing slows...

and stops altogether. *

. . .

[presses his hand firmly against his throat]

[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.]

* a question only answered with time. *

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

[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.

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

* one hour. *

[clutching his wrist occasionally

trying not to go insane

or jump at any small sound that might be Ceres returning

wake up wake up wake up wake up]

* two. *

[has settled to curled against the back wall

to think about being dumped forever

by the only person where that would seriously ruin him

oh god it would ruin him, Allen hadn't realized until just now

I killed Red's brother...

He must wake up. He must. He's Chrysos Kenni.]

* a thumb twitches ever so slightly against cloth. *