mapsio | monster bingo

From:

[ his breathing becomes quick paced now, audible and ragged, and he can't tell - when is a good time to stop? should he stop now? should he have stopped earlier? no, wait. wait for him - this is for the sake of recovery, so, wait.

his hands find themselves against skylark's chest, gripping tightly to his clothes like he's trying to keep himself from - or maybe trying to will himself to - pushing him away ]

From:

morderti

[he's got his back against the floor and he has Lucifel in an almost iron grip, but he doesn't have all his strength back, so it's def possible to get away if Lucifel pushes him to the side hard enough.

because he's not stopping. he's hungry, his body is craving the blood, even if he normally wouldn't given in to an urge like this, and he will take as much as he can]

From:

sancrimony

[ his frame trembles above skylark, from the tips of his ears to his tails; this was the plan, this was what was meant to happen, but he can feel his heart overworking itself now, beating fast enough that maybe it could escape the draining fangs if it leapt out of his throat - and at the same time he starts to feel somewhat faint, dizzy, maybe that's the bloodloss or maybe that's just the everything happening here, but he lifts his hand up, fumbling for his phone numbly.

distantly he thinks - he has to tell fox to open the door. it's still fine, here - but some time should be necessary to get the blockade out of the way to open the door, right? in the meantime, skylark will probably try to bust the door open if there's a gap between him regaining his strength and the door opening - so, he should tell fox.

he has the app open already - he isn't one not to be thoroughly prepared for situations - but he can't see what he's typing, so he just sends, ]

higanbana: jht

From:

artisticliberty

[fox had moved from outside the hallway to his atelier, so he hadn't heard the various thumps and suspicious noises. this was probably an oversight on his part, especially since he got so distracted by his project that he didn't think the amount of time lucifel had spent in there was particularly unusual.

when his text alert goes off he has to take a minute to wipe his ink and charcoal-stained fingers off with a wet cloth before even looking at it.]

From:

artisticliberty

... hm?

[he stares at his screen for a moment, trying to decipher what the meaning of such a text could possibly be]

From:

artisticliberty

JHT... JHT... oh, of course. "Just hold tight".

[fox texts back:

Fox: Understood.]

From:

artisticliberty

[he's halfway to putting his phone back in his pocket before he pauses]

Wait a minute. Why have I never seen that acronym before? Is there something else it could stand for?

[...]

No, that's the only thing I can think of.

From:

artisticliberty

But just in case, I should ask him.

[fox sends another text:

Fox: Did you mean 'just hold tight' or was there something else you meant to convey with your message?]

Edited Date: 2019-10-19 10:47 pm (UTC)

From:

morderti

[his strength is returning somewhat, even as he's kind of soaking Lucifel's shirt in his own blood from his sliced up fingers by holding on as tightly as he is.

it's another few moments before he pulls away, though only a little, breathing out on a shudder, feeling his head clear, eyes sharpen. even as he realizes the position he's, he's not moving or letting go, not yet, waiting for the fog to clear completely]

From:

sancrimony

[ well. that's it then.

when skylark finally pulls away is when lucifel's body slackens in tension to slump against the other, completely exhausted from trying to stay still, and he lets his phone drop from his fingers. dazed, he thinks - well, it's only a matter of time now, right? ]

Edited Date: 2019-10-19 11:03 pm (UTC)

From:

morderti

[before he's completely out of the fog, he does lean in to lick over the bite to seal it. a... courtesy, perhaps.

then he just narrows his eyes at the extra weight on top of him]

Hey. Are you dead?

From:

sancrimony

[ that sends a shiver down his spine, breath hitched, and after a moment he gives a weak hum, trying to push himself off of the other slowly ]

From:

morderti

[Skylark pushes him off to the side, maybe not too gently. at least the futon is there so it's not a terrible fall?

he sits up slowly, looking down at Lucifel]

........this was your plan all along?

From:

sancrimony

[ his face is flushed red and he just makes a soft "oof" when he hits the futon, curling in on himself ]

. . . Ha, haha. Sorry. Don't think too badly of me.

From:

morderti

[his expression twists]

...

From:

sancrimony

But - well -

[ with another breath as he presses his hands to the futon, pushing himself up slowly ]

In any case, you can't call something meddlesome like this a favor, right - ?

From:

morderti

...

I will pay it back.

From:

sancrimony

Are you the sort that pays back grudges, too - ?

[ wheeze ]

Oh, that's dangerous. Well then, I'll reflect properly . . .

[ feeling for his phone again now, once he's stable in sitting ]

From:

morderti

Don't push it.

[don't push yourself or don't push the issue? up to you to interpret]

From:

sancrimony

[ fox why

no. this is his own fault for being an idiot. he should have been clearer about this. ]

Yes, yes. I'll be careful.

[ texting to fox, and then also to prim: ]

higanbana: Open door

From:

mapsio

[ ....opening the door. ]

[ WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING. ]

From:

artisticliberty

[right behind her, holding his phone in one hand]

Lucifel? Skylark? Is everything alright?

From:

morderti

[Skylark looks better in general, still tired but sitting up, though his hands are sliced up and bloody, and he's got some blood at the corner of his lips. the moment the door opens he looks up, eyes narrowing slightly.

he... stays put though, maybe surprisingly, even if he's scowling. why must people crowd in his room?]

From:

sancrimony

[ meanwhile lucifel looks exhausted. the tea tray and the rice porridge tray are both undisturbed, still full, though he himself doesn't look injured. ]

Ye~s, thank you.

[ with a tired laugh, as he starts to slowly get up ]

I'll be going now . . . Sorry to bother you like this.