Mostly Closed Catch-all for November

[azurestar]

Who: Lance (azurestar) and CR
What: Catch-all for November, after this
When: All of November
Where: Prufrock, Cellar Door, Crenshaw

Content Warnings: discussion of death, murder, trauma/ptsd, psychosis, past torture

( ooc: this is a catchall for Lance this November after his conflict with Reaper and then Maul, though I am trying to keep my new threads this month limited in number, if you have CR with Lance already you are welcome to come plot something with me here or on plurk at spypigeon and we can start something here in this log or I may ask to wait till next month while I get his inbox more caught up and under control if I've already got too much going on, either way I'm happy to plot always! )

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[no_reload]

And yet you continually put yourself in situations where you are tortured on some level, don't you? If not physically, you definitely do it to yourself emotionally.

[He waited to see if Lance would go nuclear as he drew closer, keenly aware that they were in a populated area and that would go south real quick. He suppose that he should set up a parameter and usher the people away, but quite frankly, if Lance went nuclear, they probably couldn't get clear anyway. Leave them be.

He watched the conflict, aware that it had to be a delicious internal struggle. It went against the grain of their relationship, which always seemed to border on hostile no matter the conversation or distance between them.

Wraith remained calm and certain, just like Reaper. His omen walked along the beam with the same steps as he made, but the peacock was staring at Lance's omen instead, spurs clicking against the wood with each step. If anything, Wraith's form became more smoky at the edges and denser in the middle.

Slowly, Reaper reached out to take the roll of gauze and stopped once he was at an appropriate distance to bandage Lance's open injuries.] Let's have a look, shall we? The faster this is done, the faster we separate. Isn't that a good thing, yes?

[azurestar]

[Lance growls at him for that, his powers flaring like some kind of wild ocean creature's dominance display.] Keep saying shit like that if you wanna get roasted.

[But even as he says it there's a wobble in his voice and demeanor. He's at war with the part of himself that has started to come to terms with the reality of what's happened to him, and the part that it weak to this sort of gaslighting. The part that still needs to believe he had control enough to be to blame for everything that's happened to him and that he's done to other people when pushed by dark forces.

His jaw clenches and he's coiled tense as Reaper approaches that glow still threatening and definitely hurting him further, but he doesn't go nuclear. When Reaper is close enough to take the gauze, his non-injured hand is in a tight fist against his thigh and he tries to not let his injured hand shake, but it's not happening. His jaw is visibly clenched and he scoffs through his clenched teeth at Reaper's commentary.]

Just get it over with.

[When Reaper goes to examine his hand, he will find what is probably a very familiar bite wound. It's leaking red blood that has light absorbing dark streaked in it. If he dares to push the edges of Lance's flesh apart to get a better look (which won't get a good reaction) he'll find what looks like a dark nebula under the skin, the beginnings of Lance's slowly increasing corruption.]

[no_reload]

Promises, promises...

[Reaper might have come on with a soft confidence of someone who planned on delivering what he had planned on doing to the best of his ability and thus he would be more helpful than antagonistic, but he knew Lance was teetering on the edge a bit. He watched and knew he could go to smoke before anything too nuclear happened to him. That was the benefit of being him.

With the gauze roll in hand, he leaned down slightly to examine the wound. It wasn't the best light, but it wasn't as if he was going to offer to suture anything either. He just let Lance get used to him being there, making a soft humming sound as if he were considering their options on wound care.

He did note the strangeness beneath Lance's skin, but again, the light wasn't the best to determine if it was a trick or some show of Lance's power. Eventually, he moved his hands so he could begin to wrap the old bite wound with the gauze. Even he liked to say that he had done a good job, tying it off and tucking the tail into a lower layer of the gauze.]

Flex your hand and let's see if it moves much.

[azurestar]

[He is fine, totally fine. Well, definitely the opposite of fine, but he's handling the proximity well enough. The anger helps, the resentment that this was the deal he has to stomach to get just maybe a day of peace from him. He knows Reaper sometimes watches him, even just finding out by chance once or twice was enough to reason it happens more than he's directly aware.

So he resents that he'll have to make this deal and then wonder if he's really being left alone. And he resents how long Reaper is taking to figure out how to treat his hand, he resents how carefully he finally does it. By the end he's still glowing and shaking with all of those feelings, but he resolves to say nothing. Just powers through.

He does as asked, flexes his hand, even if he feels like it's completely unnecessary and Reaper is just stalling to test him. It doesn't move, and he grits his teeth against the twinge of pain and then pulls his hand to his chest as he grinds out a response.]

It's fine. You can go now.

[Distantly, he's mildly surprised Reaper didn't mention anything about how his boyfriend likes to bite. And also… resentfully grateful.]

[no_reload]

[Joints were the worst for bandaging, what with all the potential for slipping. It was a balancing act of having the bandage snug enough to be effective and keep from falling and loose enough to not trap all the blood there and cause swelling. It seemed that he had, so far, hit the right balance. Time would tell with use if his assumption on the matter was correct.

He could feel the warmth radiating off of Lance, aware that the kid was barely holding it together, but he'd give credit that Lance did actually not just blow up. Look, the kid was learning some real valuable time in the realm of self control.

He chuckled at the dismissal, making certain to shrug his shoulders. He stepped away with a flare of his coat.] As we agreed, yes. Don't push yourself too far while I'm gone, alright? Otherwise, someone might come to check on you.

[Maybe he'd call on someone to check on Lance while he looked on from a distance. However, a deal was a deal, and he stepped off the beam that they had been working on and fell to the ground below. He landed far more softly for someone of his size should and didn't even look back.

Wraith lingered for longer, bobbing that head before giving a sonorous war cry and taking to the wing to follow after him.]

[azurestar]

[Lance tenses and despite the flare of heat around him, a chill enters him and makes him feel sick at those parting words. He stares silently and hard at Reaper's back as he leaves feeling torn and sick and adrift. It takes him a while to get back to work in any kind of real efficient way. Eventually, he retreats from the work site to find a place he hopes is safe and secluded: the shores by the sea caves.]