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When; November 27; Slug day~ ♥
Rating; PG-13 (just to be on the safe side~)
Characters; Namine [afleetingshadow], Kratos [daddyhaswings], Yuan [wingedrenegade] and Mithos [heartxofxcruxis]
Summary; A seraphim, a small girl, a slugged last boss. Things were looking good on this curse day.
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He was in pain. That, Mithos knew. Whatever else he did or felt, didn't quite register to him as his own beyond that. Someone else was crying and crying and calling out for Martel repeatedly. Someone was desperately trying to get as far as his feet could take him without falling down. Someone was sad. Someone, who wasn't him, only wished to be with Martel.

Mithos was still in pain.

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Mithos began whimpering as he clung onto the warmth that had been offered to him. He began to calm down and though the pain was still unbearable, there was that tiny little warmth and it comforted him a bit. Reminded him of Martel.

And then there were knocks on the wooden door of the apartment. Not loud enough to the normal person, but in his state, it seemed loud, much too loud. He let go of the hand curled up into a tight ball, crying out as each knock seemed to be punctuated by a sharp hammering pain in his head.

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He had almost smiled, then, when Mithos curled into his awkward comforting. It brought him some comfort, at least, to know that he could soothe the smaller boy when he needed to.

The knocking ruined the moment, though. Oh, he was going to THROTTLE whoever kept that up. Didn't they know people were sick and in pain in here? Stomping to the door, he threw it open, all ready to get out his sword...

Until he saw who it was, that is. "Yuan."

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Yuan stopped knocking moments before Kratos threw the door open, a wave of vertigo washing over him that forced a halt to his impatience. His palm had instead moved to the door frame, head bowed as he waited for the spinning to stop. It took a second for the man to lift his head, hair falling haphazardly across his face as he did so. It did little to hide the bright bruise slashing his cheek, or the split in his lip.

"Kratos," He returned, as was expected, offering a small, wry smile. It didn't keep, though, and he pushed from the door, moving to step into the apartment. "How is he?" The question came immediately after, the angel not bothering with formalities.

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Well, this was awkward. He hadn't really expected it to be any less, really. It still was odd, though, looking at his former-friend, beat up and cute up like nobodyies business, not knowing what to say.

"He's...in here." What else was he supposed to say? There wasn't much for them to talk about, not NOW. Formalities could wait until after the miniature crisis was over.

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Little else had to be said. Once pointed in the right direction, Yuan took the intiative, as he always did. He didn't wait for Kratos to lead the way, instead moving passed him, beelining for the bed where the boy lay curled up.

Setting eye on him, though, Yuan's expression turned carefully blank. Mithos, curled up like that.. crying. He was this side of being a God. After seeing him high and powerful for so long, it had been easy to forget (convince himself?) that the blonde didn't have those kinds of emotions anymore.

It unsettled him, deeply.

The brisk of his step slowed as he moved to the edge of the bed and paused, unsure of what to do, what to say.