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tampered2006-11-07 03:47 am
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Log: Ongoing
When; Directly after this
Rating; PG-13 to R for bloody-ness
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revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, snarky_padre_v Vincent, alessalearnt Alessa, wisdom_rcvr Henry
Summary; Taking Vincent home after being blinded by the Corinthian, Alessa, Henry, and Xulchilbara take care of him...( again started as AIM log...gotta love time zones kids >.9 )
Log;
Vincent heard the shattering glass, but he had no idea what it meant until he tried to crawl forward again and got some of the pieces embedded in his hand for his effort.
this made getting up again that much worse.
at first his weak knee gave out, and he slipped, driving the other leg forward and getting glass in that as well.
By the time he managed his way shakily to his feet again he had forgotten the glass in his palsm, and it was driven deeper as he felt for the wall.
"Help me, someone, please!" he struggled awkwardly along, one bloody hand against the wall. he had no idea if he was moving out of the alley or deeper in. he could only hope whoever was drawn to his cry would not hurt him further.
--
The man was blind, bleeding...weak...alone.
He had called out for help...but what answered was a being that existed to answer to the injured, the wronged....the alone.
He was leaving bloody handprints, and stumbling toward the street.....when a particularly unstable bit of glass slipped under his feet and sent him back to his knees.....
.....Or would have if the man hadn't fallen directly into a set of strong arms. As soon as physical contact registered, Vincent wouldn't need eyes to know whom his savior was, as the familiar lash of pleasure-pain ellicited by The Red God's touch reached his nerve center.
" Oh, Kamlo..." The purring voice was still full of deprecating mockery. "...I told you to be discreet."
The God then drew Vincent up against him, and slid one arm beneath the injured prophet's shoulders, bent at the waist, slipped the opposing arm behind the human's knees, then lifted him in a bridal carry effortlessly.
The only sounds now were the popping, cracking noises of brocken glass underfoot as the God carried Vincent deeper into the alley.
Held closely as he was, it was not difficult to surround the human with the frozen heat of his presense....and perhaps that distraction was enough to mask the stomach-churning vertigo as the God stepped from one shadow behind a dumpster, and out of the absolute darkness that ringed his own private quarters within the catacombs of the cathedral.
Rating; PG-13 to R for bloody-ness
Characters;
revelations9x6 Xulchilbara, snarky_padre_v Vincent, alessalearnt Alessa, wisdom_rcvr HenrySummary; Taking Vincent home after being blinded by the Corinthian, Alessa, Henry, and Xulchilbara take care of him...( again started as AIM log...gotta love time zones kids >.9 )
Log;
Vincent heard the shattering glass, but he had no idea what it meant until he tried to crawl forward again and got some of the pieces embedded in his hand for his effort.
this made getting up again that much worse.
at first his weak knee gave out, and he slipped, driving the other leg forward and getting glass in that as well.
By the time he managed his way shakily to his feet again he had forgotten the glass in his palsm, and it was driven deeper as he felt for the wall.
"Help me, someone, please!" he struggled awkwardly along, one bloody hand against the wall. he had no idea if he was moving out of the alley or deeper in. he could only hope whoever was drawn to his cry would not hurt him further.
--
The man was blind, bleeding...weak...alone.
He had called out for help...but what answered was a being that existed to answer to the injured, the wronged....the alone.
He was leaving bloody handprints, and stumbling toward the street.....when a particularly unstable bit of glass slipped under his feet and sent him back to his knees.....
.....Or would have if the man hadn't fallen directly into a set of strong arms. As soon as physical contact registered, Vincent wouldn't need eyes to know whom his savior was, as the familiar lash of pleasure-pain ellicited by The Red God's touch reached his nerve center.
" Oh, Kamlo..." The purring voice was still full of deprecating mockery. "...I told you to be discreet."
The God then drew Vincent up against him, and slid one arm beneath the injured prophet's shoulders, bent at the waist, slipped the opposing arm behind the human's knees, then lifted him in a bridal carry effortlessly.
The only sounds now were the popping, cracking noises of brocken glass underfoot as the God carried Vincent deeper into the alley.
Held closely as he was, it was not difficult to surround the human with the frozen heat of his presense....and perhaps that distraction was enough to mask the stomach-churning vertigo as the God stepped from one shadow behind a dumpster, and out of the absolute darkness that ringed his own private quarters within the catacombs of the cathedral.