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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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. . .

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. *

[!!1!!]

[AH GRABS HIS WRIST AGAIN]

* the skin is cold as it has been. *

* but there, if faint-- pulse signs. *

. . .

O, Gods. O Surgeon. Please let this man live. Chrysos. Please see when you open your eyes.

* pulse.... and a slow, shuddering breath. *

* the hand Allen holds twitches, fingers curling on the bed. *

Chrysos. Chrys. Chrys Kennni. You are here. Return.

...

* eyes open, looking at him. *

Chrys?

...

* a faint smile. *

Did you... follow?

...or am I back?

[aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa]

You are here.

...

You... crying?