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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[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.]