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arimoi2017-04-01 12:39 pm
soft_focus) wrote in arimoi2017-04-01 12:39 pm
[CLOSED - YUUSEI] With Painted Wings-
March 31st
WARNINGS: Blood, gore
[He likely thought that she wasn't in the apartment, when his 'final' changes occurred. It would have been surprising after all, for someone to ignore the sounds of agony from in another room. It wasn't as though she was ignoring them however. No-she was just busy with her own.
It felt as if something was moving under her back that morning. Like snakes beneath the skin, growing rigid and hard and spearing against her ribs and spine. Zarc's voice, typically loud and pounding, was drowning out against the fire of the sensation; a sensation she realized was far from what she had ever felt in response to his anger (or perhaps she had grown used to not feeling it in these last few days).
Reira bites down on her lip until it bleeds, but it does nothing. She curls up against herself, upon the floor, and the hen she'd taken in starts to cluck frantically, racing around the room just as fast as her heart begins to beat.] Hahh-hahhh...hahh... [It hurts...it hurts it hurts it hurts and nothing is stopping it not even in the slightest. It burns and it sears, and finally she can't keep her mouth closed, both sets of her eyes wide and brimming with tears.
She is not the only one screaming.
She is not the only one who had grown used to life without so much pain.] HAHHH...aAAaaAAAAAAAHHHH-!
[The screech sets the hen off, as bones, long and thin, spear and streak out from her back, breaking fabric as if it were tissue. Nerves and sinew and muscle are only slowly moving their way up along them, same as vessels to carry blood just as much as the precious fluid bleeds across her back. And it still hurts-the exposed flesh, bone-it still hurts, and she cannot stop screaming and crying as she holds her head.]
WARNINGS: Blood, gore
[He likely thought that she wasn't in the apartment, when his 'final' changes occurred. It would have been surprising after all, for someone to ignore the sounds of agony from in another room. It wasn't as though she was ignoring them however. No-she was just busy with her own.
It felt as if something was moving under her back that morning. Like snakes beneath the skin, growing rigid and hard and spearing against her ribs and spine. Zarc's voice, typically loud and pounding, was drowning out against the fire of the sensation; a sensation she realized was far from what she had ever felt in response to his anger (or perhaps she had grown used to not feeling it in these last few days).
Reira bites down on her lip until it bleeds, but it does nothing. She curls up against herself, upon the floor, and the hen she'd taken in starts to cluck frantically, racing around the room just as fast as her heart begins to beat.] Hahh-hahhh...hahh... [It hurts...it hurts it hurts it hurts and nothing is stopping it not even in the slightest. It burns and it sears, and finally she can't keep her mouth closed, both sets of her eyes wide and brimming with tears.
She is not the only one screaming.
She is not the only one who had grown used to life without so much pain.] HAHHH...aAAaaAAAAAAAHHHH-!
[The screech sets the hen off, as bones, long and thin, spear and streak out from her back, breaking fabric as if it were tissue. Nerves and sinew and muscle are only slowly moving their way up along them, same as vessels to carry blood just as much as the precious fluid bleeds across her back. And it still hurts-the exposed flesh, bone-it still hurts, and she cannot stop screaming and crying as she holds her head.]
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Dammit, can't he do anything? He knows this, he can't save anyone on his own, he knows this! But he can't sit here and do nothing. He wants to help her. He doesn't want to stand by and helplessly watch her suffer if he can do something about it.
If he was paying attention, and not so focused on that one single thought, maybe he'd notice the burning on his face. Bright red, and if it wasn't shining like light one could easily assume that he'd gotten some of her blood on his face.
But even then, it wouldn't explain why it's in such a stylized pattern-unsymmetrical, jagged, like a face superimposed on his own...Reira might recognize it, from seeing Yuusei's bare arms at one point before his transformation really started affecting his limbs. The Crimson Dragon's mark...
It glows, burns, and fades to nothing, leaving no indicator that it was ever there. The only splotch of red anywhere on his face is on one side of his head, the mane and horns slicked with her blood. He must have rested it a little too much on her back at one point...]
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She just closes her eyes, sniffling as the wings work their way toward completion.]
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Reira...has it passed?
[How long were you suffering, and him being unable to come for you until the tail end of it? He feels useless.]
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...Thanks.
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[There's a visible sigh of relief, and Yuusei bows his head, apparently reluctant to accept any thanks. He didn't do anything, did he? No, he should have been here sooner.]
That...that's good, the-hrgh-!
[A sharp intake of breath is all the warning Reira gets before Yuusei lurches forward, barely catching himself from toppling over again, but shaking violently all just the same. That...that pain...it felt like two knives were gouging holes in his back all of a sudden...]
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[She reaches for the other, managing to hold his head at least.] Yuusei..! What's happening..!
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[He doesn't know what's happening, only that it feels like his back is splitting open. He eventually buckles his front legs enough that he's bowing down, making the rivulets of blood coursing down the sides of his body visible.]
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[He winces, trying to turn his head to see just what's going on wit his back. It's somewhat difficult.]
I...wasn't...before...
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[And...Maybe around the shoulders?? Hmm.]
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I...yes...that's what it...feels like...I don't understand...
[He sounds out of breath.]
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Why would I get wings...
[Not answering the question about bandages. Mostly because the answer is definitely no.]
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[no he's a horse]
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[Um. He'd been turning into something, alright, but he didn't think it was a dragon. Honestly, he thought he was turning into some sort of lizard before all this.]
I don't think...
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[DRAGON.]
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[Feel it, Reira. That's hair.]
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[Yeah...he doesn't have an answer to that. Can he just rest his head on your bed right now? Ugh. Everything hurts.]
I'm not sure that necessarily means I'm turning into a dragon...
[Said tail runs gently back and forth across the floor, almost traitorously. Goddammit, not horse tail.]
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...What do you think you're turning into?
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[He winces, before groaning and trying to shift into a more comfortable position. It doesn't help.]
Before my legs changed...I thought maybe...some kind of lizard...
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