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( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;
WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.
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... from the thing she can't let others know about -- others she presume being their fellow outsiders, not the staff. ]
... I told you not to think.
[ but it's a softer mumble, a sighed complaint if anything considering her new position as his pillow, and she closes her eyes to try and work out the messages. what about them?
fine, fine. she'll reply the same, trying to keep them shorter. it's clear he's trying to stay some kind of awake, and-- better he does, better she helps. ]
Gonna be a gardener?
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Ah… Everything hurt so goddamn much. And yet, despite himself, ]
this is what it's like
how
nice
[ shuffling closer. closer. his muscles contract against the scalpel and there's a scrunch of his face and a pained hiss, before his expression otherwise shifts back to what it was. face drooping into the crook of her neck, his feathers likely tickle at her side. ]
gebura.........
miss gebura should know what she likes
yesod
no
can't
other outsiders she's close to
maybe
march
izou
?
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March.
[ it's a list of people she knows, but above anyone else march would know anything he'd like to know -- about anyone, be it information on hand or information she could get. her best friend was good with that, whoever he's trying to find a gift for, and the door slides open at help's arrival, though
with how it is, malkuth has little choice but to be moved with him. a man too heavy for herself to help up onto the bed, but between her and other hands elysium will hopefully be open or at least out of it enough to let them work... a little more of a comfortable surface awaits them both if so, so they can remove the scalpal safely at least and give him some painkillers through an iv. something else too, maybe, but malkuth doesn't know what all goes into healthcare. ]
I'm here, Ely. [ first through their open link, then softer outloud: ] Don't fuss.
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At the very least, Elysium will be the model patient in how he'll obediently let himself be manhandled; there'll probably be stumbles along the way, but that's just how it is when you're bleeding out and your blood oxygen is low.
It might even be jarring how compliant he is, a little like it's something he's used to—clinical procedures, tolerating pain. Other than creases to his expression and the occasional flex in his hands, when it comes time to remove the scalpel there'll only be the tiniest groan and clenched up fist. At least, moving seems to clear some of the fog that's clouding his mind, so before they begin any of the procedures, Malkuth will receive this: ]
you won't want to look
[ Not don't look; won't want to look. If she wants to sate a curiosity, it's up to her. The injuries he'll have received from his encounter with Siffrin are all there, grisly from being reopened on top of the scalpel from Callisto. Perhaps more notable is the larger cluster of crystals that start from his hip and now travel up to his bust, or the ones she'd seen previously on his wrist elongated to a practical cuff. Wherever there are crystals, she might be able to feel their extrusion of heat—which would explain why every other part of him feels so cold.
Once the medic fixes him up and he receives that steady flow solution, it won't be long until he fully passes out. He looks no more relaxed than he did awake, but at least he's resting; give him an hour before he stirs again. ]
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... pulls back his sleeve ever so slightly, touching the crystals with care, feeling the heat and how they wrap around his wrist. the skin just by them is warm too, but the further her finger travels out the colder it is. the same opposite towards his palm, pressing hers to his for a moment... before she draws her hand back and settles in for a wait, eyes glowing blue as she pulls up a book she'd been reading before the mission had taken them from the city.
don't worry, they'd assured her. he's just exhausted now. he'll be fine with some rest. ]
... You're lucky it was me and not someone else. They'd give you an earful.
[ but she won't, mumbled quietly as elysium rests and she finds herself rereading the same words over and over across the waiting period. ]
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Until an hour elapses that is, and he's rousing sluggishly. His body isn't in any less pain than it had been, but at least a scalpel isn't sticking out of his body anymore and he can somewhat form coherent thoughts. How carefully is she keeping an eye on him? Or will she be absorbed in her reading? Because if he thinks she's distracted, she might be able to catch him in the act of watching her for several long beats, not looking away even if she does manage to.
Eventually, or perhaps at that moment: ]
… 'Morning.
[ it's probably like. the dead of night ]
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You wish. It's a lot later than that, Ely.
[ it isn't as chiding as it should be -- there is one thing she needs to get onto him about, but not right now -- and she rests back with a small smile. for now, it's enough he's awake. for now, it's enough he's alive.
and not just because she knows what happens when someone like him dies. ]
... How are you feeling?
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[ Given his current condition… he doubts he's slept enough for it to have been a day. Not like a day would do much either in his circumstance, but he's sure it'd feel a lot better than… this. Whatever this was.
For a brief moment, he will strive to sit upright. However, with his body finally weary enough from his relentless attempts to push it past its limits, it firmly compels him back down with a pain that goes beyond just a sharp ache. He winces and hisses for it, before a quieter groan signals his begrudged acceptance to give up his strength and fall back on his pillow. uuuuuuugh. ]
You're gonna have to be more specific about what you want to know… otherwise, I don't have much to say besides awful.
[ Great. He's dizzy again. Staring straight at the ceiling, he closes his eyes, before opening them again to give Malkuth a sidelong glance. ]
Which… I'm pretty sure applies to you, too. [ staring. with the most intensity a bedridden hospital patient can muster. ] … Shouldn't you be resting…? How long have you been here for?
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[ which
it being late, she should return to her room since they're supposed to be sleeping together tonight, but... it can wait. she's visiting a friend. she'll be back after, and they can sleep.
for now, for now, she's reaching to touch his hand and see if it's still cold. he's still pushing himself, but at least his body's got the memo now... ]
With you? A little over an hour. In general? Add five. I wanted to see how my favorite terminally ill man was before I turned in for the night.
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[ An open invitation to talk about it if she wills, either now or down the line given the hour and both their conditions, smile wry. Is he going to have to apply the same definition of "fine" to Malkuth as he does Gebura? As much as he'd like to keep eye contact, the groan after he recentres himself probably says it all.
But he turns his hand over for her, palm facing up. It's still cool and clammy, just as it has been for the past few hours, indicative of the strain he remains under. Yet, in a playful gesture, he will attempt to gently hold onto a finger or two if she places her hand in his—only to let go a moment later. ]
Putting that aside, this must've been one hell of a detour. [ Hm… ] You know other terminally ill men?
[ … Just making conversation until she's ready to get to the point. If he were in her shoes, he'd be curious too—never mind that you'd have to practically be heartless or a stranger to be able to walk away. ]
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Nope. [ only one and he's still her favorite, lucky him. ] So what did your big mouth say to get stabbed? I'll clarify "mentally exhausted" for you if you're honest.
[ as if he isn't regularly with her. pretense only has a place in public, it's simply a tidy summarization of her state right now otherwise...
... because whatever he thinks might have gone on in there is worse, surely. unless he's got some experience with torture. ]
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It's a long story. [ He sighs, quietly, the sound accompanied by another wince. ] Names and genders obfuscated because I don't think anyone's at fault, what with tensions what they were. [ … ] But if you know, you know.
[ Not only does his backstory contain an actual cult, but it so happens to include torture, too…… see: his one hot or not picture. I'm in tears. Anyway, ]
The short of it is that I stepped in during an altercation between two Outsiders. One thing lead to another, and I ended up inflicting a heavier injury on one of them than I would've liked to. I knew an unrelated party wouldn't let it go without some form of retaliation… so I gave them the opportunity for it, rather than forcing them into a wild goose chase that could drag others into the conflict.
[ Eyes closed, it isn't hard to remember the feeling of impact, the feeling of an object lodged in his chest for however long. Siffrin had it much worse, bearing both the physical blow and the emotional weight of betrayal, not forgetting to mention the poison itself. ]
All things considered, it could've gone worse. … Hahah. Not that I didn't make sure our implants were fully functional before it.
[ Which is to say, if Callisto could kill him then and there, he wouldn't be surprised if he did. ]
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[ her tone's definitely irritated now, hand raising to flick his forehead before it drops back down beside his like before. ]
Was it worth risking every person's life here, Elysium? [ full name... alias. ] Your condition spreads when you die. If they'd gone for the worse option, everyone else here -- including the people you're trying to protect -- would've been in danger. Did you think for a second what could've happened if I hadn't found you?
[ she remembers their talk. she also... understands wanting to protect others, and that he's impulsively assumptive, considering how that conversation even came about, and it rubs at her wrongly still that his consideration of others feels more for himself than them. even if it isn't...
... both times now, it's really pissed her off. ]
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[ He really is!! A moron!! Muttering a quiet 'ouch,' at the flick, he can't even raise a hand to rub at the sore spot…. ]
I'm going to die someday. Even if it's of old age, it's a reality I've already considered and always knew I'd have to confront eventually.
[ Now we're three for three in her and her coworkers having terrible bedside manner. But her reaction is the exact reason why he'd spent so much of his time during previous missions away from any real conflict. This time… he couldn't even say he was fully justified for it. Hindsight being 20/20 would just be another convenient excuse. ]
The most dangerous thing any Infected could do is die from their Oripathy. At which point, the concentration of Originium would be at its highest and they're liable to combust. [ … fun! ] But when it's through other causes, just like how a body doesn't decay immediately, the Originium doesn't activate right away, either.
[ She isn't wrong, that ultimately ]
I've had something written up for a while. [ … by which he means, when he'd first arrived and learned Originium wasn't native to their current world. ] I wrote it and then let it sit, hoping I'd never have to send it out: the way to contain its spread. There are windows of opportunity… and people I trust who'll be able to handle it when it comes to it. Otherwise, what good would it be having someone like me around? LILITH's probably aware of it to a certain extent, considering I'm not the first Terran they've recruited.
… How could I not think about it? This world—everyone here—they have more than enough to worry about than a second potentially catastrophic event.
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instead she sighs and taps his palm. ]
You should trust others more. Beyond disposing of you properly, I mean. The now, not the future.
[ that's all she'll say. it might not have even been necessary, his concern about the eye for an eye behavior. but he wanted to make sure if it was a concern, it at least didn't catch others in the crossfire. so he already had a fair idea of the kind of person who'd be looking for the culprit anyway.
... her finger stays, tracing his palm lines idly as she starts. ]
We weren't isolated the whole time. They kept us above in the castle for a while, but it wasn't like we could relax -- we had an idea of what they were planning for us, just not a when and who, and every day we had we spent it destroying those skulls and getting sick over it. Once we were brought down to the dungeon... I don't really know what happened to everyone, but I got an idea of it when I walked around down there. Torture chambers and rooms where they'd kill their prisoners, even some for experiments. It was methodical and extensive -- and something that'd probably been going on for generations.
[ just to lay the groundwork there. paranoia and then isolation, a new flavor of it rising in its wake. ]
... I didn't get brought to any of those, obviously, since I found out about them afterwards. I was taken to the room they'd attempted to summon the Lord of the Forest was in. Compared to a lot of others, I probably got off pretty easy.
Before I go any further though, how good are you with crying girls?
[ like
just in case ]
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Good enough that if you were to leave crying it'd be a serious blow to my ego.
[ just in case, she says
so
just in case, his hand clasps around hers more firmly this time, lacing their fingers together to steady himself while simultaneously leveraging his weight on the other other. His core strength might be lacking, but his arms are still functional, muscles tensing as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. If she tries to pull away, he has no hesitation—no modesty—in gripping tighter, brows tensing both from pain and focus. Any protest will be met with a glare, sharp and cutting.
It'll pass, eventually. As pain and hurt always do. ]
… Here. [ A tug, into himself, towards the side where there hadn't been a gaping hole just an hour ago. ] Make as ugly of an expression as you want; no one's gonna see. Regardless of how easy you had it comparatively, it still wasn't something you, or anyone, deserves to go through. You're allowed to tell yourself how unfair it was, how unlucky you were. There were more of us that hadn't had to go through anything at all… right?
[ If he didn't need his other arm to literally prop himself up, he'd hold her in more than just a half-hug, opting to tuck her in more securely by wedging her between the crook of his neck and chest. From this angle, the steady drumbeat of his heart is a reminder, if she needed one, that he's here—thanks, in part, to her—and that she isn't alone, as she didn't let him be alone. His voice, soft and raspy near her ear, speaks almost imploringly. ]
C'mon. … And then what? Did they summon the Pricolici then and there?
cw descriptions of torture my fucking god this got long good morning
the smallest flinch when he pulls her to him, and she resists in the way of someone reluctant to concede -- but she does, already having offered up her vulnerability and then having to lay in the bed she'd made. malkuth closes her eyes as she rests into him, the coolness of his skin not as unpleasant once her own warmth begins to seep into it.
just in case, because she hadn't cried into izou nor at ishmael but she had march. just in case, because the more she tells this the more it cracks at her composure. reliving it again, and again, trying to be fine and not being able to -- but as someone who bore witness, who records history and keeps it safe, it's
hard to forget, even if part of her would like to, and her voice quiets as she answers. more distant than... here, with him, back in that dark, bloody prison with little hope of escape. no sunlight, no telling how long they'd been there, as the days had passed she'd become less unsure if their messages had been received, if anyone was going to find them... ]
No. That'd be nice if they had. Better than reality -- I can handle monsters, Ely, I worked with them, I've fought them, it wouldn't have scared me even if it appeared and sliced me open itself.
[ because at least it'd be done to her. a slow inhale, memory spotting back to that moment. both izou and march had gotten onto her about brushing it off, acting like it hadn't happened to her, not just this but everything else that hurt -- from her dying day in her first life to the pain she'd felt here in the past too, and so, malkuth lets herself cast it aside for now, since elysium had been willing to before. ]
They beat me until I complied to come, and then shackled me to a wall with a bowl at my feet. And then they just... left me there, as they started to collect limbs and jars of blood from the others. Wriothesley... Wrio, [ a name fraught with pain, ] was brought in looking no better, and they beat him again, and again, and again until his body looked more like-- like... I don't know. Bloody. Torn. Like it'd been hurt beyond feeling that hurt.
[ her stomach churns and she inhales slowly, then exhales shakily. malkuth can't help it. when it comes to wrio, her voice always draws smaller. always becomes more distant. it's an effort to protect herself more than the one listening, but she tries. and really, once she'd begun, it's hard to stop. ]
I couldn't get them to stop, no matter how much I begged, cried, screamed at them. He was the one they wanted, and they just-- wanted me to watch. They gouged out his eyes to be used in their stupid summoning, and then they poured-- something onto him, some kind of-- of-- blood, I guess, the whole room smelled like blood, and made him drink it, and then he just...
... just died, after more pain, after they'd had their fill of his.
[ a brief freedom. but where was she in all of this, truly, besides made to watch? her hand squeezes between their bodies and she moves back just enough to pull down the collar of her gown, to show the scar of a puncture wound just above her collarbone. ]
I don't remember when they did this. I remember begging them to stop, and then a sharp pain, but I don't remember at what point. Just that it happened during all of that, and then they took my blood, too.
[ her fingers touch it lightly, as they had his palm, and she digs her nails briefly into the scar before she stops and shifts to rest against elysium instead. still no tears, but... her exhaustion returns, continuing-- because there's more, and this is new information to anyone else. ]
I stayed there. I watched them bring in limb after limb. Jar after jar. Ereshkigal-- she needs to be checked on, too, she was... was singing with them, when they sacrificed Taryon too, but he wasn't suffered any. She cut his throat and he bled out. Still painful, but... but not like... like Wrio, who I couldn't help, couldn't save, couldn't do anything for even though he'd always done so much for me.
[ a brief beat, turning her face into his shoulder. now is when she trembles, having spoken everything she remembers, trying hard not to cry and trying harder to still be the woman who'd threatened him in a restaurant. who was the one dying not an hour ago? why is he comforting her after something so terrifying, that he has to worry about every day, every time they go on a mission? ]
... I've done the same thing to others, Elysium, when I worked at L Corp. I can say-- say I wasn't myself all I want, [ and it'd be true, a lack of memories and the firm belief she was only a machine doing a job, not disclosing the dangers of Abnormalities and then killing those who resigned, ] but I did still do things just as bad as they had. Worse in some. And of course I hate that I did, and I would never now, but I still have.
[ she should be used to it, she means. more unaffected.
seeing stuff like this.
but it's better that she still got upset, that the tears press into him regardless, she knows that, but that it still shakes her so badly regardless of that past is what she hates.
why can't it have made her stronger, the way it had gebura? who pours in anger and frustration instead? why is she stuck with grief and fear and a nightmare that persists unless someone is nearby? march will be a welcome partner in her bed, but malkuth is scared of the days she'll have to try to be alone with nothing but her ducks. ]
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What a handful. Then again, so was he. ]
What's living to you, Malkuth? Repentance? … One foot in the present, the other stuck in the past. Letting go is easier said than done, but I'm sure you already know without me telling you that what you currently have doesn't seem that all sustainable.
[ … what they have isn't sustainable, shaped by circumstances uniquely their own. But this isn't about him, even if he catches himself thinking he should heed his own advice about being stuck in the past—advice he's decided to actively go against. More important is the moment, for everything she's endured, things no one should have had to bear. After all, he's not the one trembling, nor is it his heart that's tearing at previously sutured seams.
All things considered, he knows he's not her go-to for comfort, not the voice to continue to offer platitudes about how time heals all wounds or that it's okay for her to heal at her own pace. Nor is he meant to be the crutch pledging to stay by her side until she can walk on her own. She has her own circle for that, not someone who's as close to a third party as it gets. From the way she's tried to detach from her story, Elysium closes his eyes, resisting the urge to sigh again.
Because the way he's contextualising it is tiring in of itself—what would he want to hear during a time like this? What wouldn't he? ]
What are you going to do going forward? Allow yourself to grieve indefinitely, then keep trying to live on when you think enough time's elapsed? Keep convincing yourself that one day you'll either be able to reconcile with your past or bury it completely?
[ … Sorry, but he is a guy who might've been ninety percent of the way to his grave at some point, so his voice is a little softer, a little more slurred, the hand at her back sliding downward to her waist. A quarter of a hug. ]
I'm not judging you, for the record. [ What she does ultimately isn't any of his business. ] They're genuine questions.
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[ he's getting tired, she can tell. the looseness of his grip is from the exertion he's putting in for her, and -- malkuth still doesn't know what he wants out of this, out of her or them or anything when he pushes as much as he tugs, but it's fine for now. she'll take his arm from around her, trying to press him back to laying down and she'll simply hold his hand instead. grounding, grounding.
if he won't let her do the latter, at the very least she'll sit more on his bed and talk to him that way. ]
When I worked in the Library, I had a lot of time to think about stuff like that. What I wanted to do with my past, how I wanted to move forward, and the way I'd handle anything in the future. The result of that thought is why I can do what I do now -- these missions and their less than ideal outcomes, losing the people I love thanks to my own negligence or something out of my control, even roughing up against others like Ishmael...
... are all things I can handle because I'd learned, through the stories of others and by drawing the timeline of a City that measured its history only in conflict and technological advances, that there's a world of color in every experience. I was the cause of a lot of pain and a lot of death, and so I decided that I'd never forget their names or their stories even as I fought Guest after Guest, thinking they were continuing that list of victims I had under my belt. I don't regret that it happened, but more that... it had to happen. That's why I'm sad that the people around here felt they had to rely on sacrificial means and a "god" that was just using them.
[ it's a lot of words, and she keeps her tone even and soft, wiping at her eyes with a sleeve. less detachment and more... of a story she's told before in essence, a little fond, a little bittersweet. ]
It's the same here, in Brașov. In Seoul and Vegas. I won't forget the people who died, [ the people she'd buried after the Yamadenki, too, pulling their bodies six feet under, ] but that doesn't mean it holds me back any -- I use that frustration as fuel to find ways I... we can do better next mission. To have less losses, to have better communication, to make sure the kaiju destroys less. Or try.
[ malkuth won't mind if elysium's drifted off by now, really, it isn't as if she's checking. but her smile is something a little more farther off. ]
You really talk like you know everything sometimes, Ely. There's better ways to word your questions than to make them sound like accusations -- especially when your goal was supposed to be consoling a crying girl after she'd been kidnapped, tortured, and forced to witness one of her best friends dying.
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Is that how I came across? My baaaad… [ haha. Weak laughter, brows tensing again as he resists going down. A poke to the side of her abdomen, as he leans more of his weight against her instead. ] If you wanted me to treat you like I would anyone else, you wouldn't have asked me how I was with crying girls.
[ Someone who froze up, who didn't know how to comfort and held back for fear of saying the wrong thing—someone who'd sooner walk away than risk making things worse. The nature of their relationship was opposed to that: a steady balance of contention, necessary or not, that they rarely found anywhere else. ]
… you aren't any weaker because of your tears. It's as you've said, they're what embolden you. But just because you have all that experience and the conviction to not let the past hold you back, it doesn't make the pain now hurt any less. You talk a lot about moving forward, about making amends and handling things, but… what about you, right now? For a girl who's been kidnapped, tortured, and forced to watch a close friend die…
I wonder how much kindness you're really affording yourself, that's all. … Miss 'I probably got off pretty easy…'
[ The detachment—he knows it all too well. Even the telling of a story close to your heart. The 'just move on,' tucking yesterday's lessons into a corner of your heart, never to be forgotten, telling yourself you won't make the same mistakes again. It's not a question of whether or not you'll buckle under the weight or not one day, it's that you won't because you can't.
On the subject of fading smiles, this is how he eventually drifts off—with mumbled words trailing into silence and his body going slack. Her body against his isn't exactly warmth; physically, yes, but it feels akin to leaning against a mirror in certain respects, cold, cool, a reflection he doesn't want to acknowledge but has no choice to. Allowing themselves kindness. If only it were that simple. ]
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Probably about as much as you do, Mister 'Tit for Tat'.
[ she doesn't move him off right away, closing her eyes briefly to take the quieter comfort of someone being there, even asleep, before she does so gently.
how many people does he let comfort him in any way? does he always just see what he can do for another person rather than let them do anything for him? either in return, or without intent beyond because they'd like to...? the questions pile slowly as malkuth looks down at him, before she frowns and reaches over to pinch his cheek
stopping short to smooth the blanket over instead. either way, he's better off than how she'd found him, and she has a wife to get back to. a little more rest'll do him well, and then he'll be up to annoy the living daylights out of everyone again. or cheer them, if they're open to it.
... malkuth knows she will be, for all the shit she gives him at times. she'll practice cooking again since he bothered to answer after all. ]