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Log: Complete
When; Late Friday March 16th [Midnight]
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Elena![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lady_turk & Jr./Rubedo red_dragon_666
Summary; After letting the girls out, Rubedo and Elena head back to their room to talk and handle the baby problem themselves rather than let anyone else do it. There's something to be said about giving your girlfriend the means to kill herself with.
Log;
Jr./Rubedo: There was more that needed to be said, of course. Decisions to make. Like how would it go? Rubedo had already been thinking about that ever since he had chosen to let the girls out of the hold. The methods.
Free to run. Free to die.
It wasn't much, but it was all he could offer. Elena, though... Whatever she chose, he wasn't leaving her side, but it was painfully clear that they really only had one option left open to them.
Do you want me to kill you?
It had been five minutes, but still it was as if he could hear the words echo in the room, as he stood by the bed, just looking at her. If he looked away, he might miss something important, after all.
Elena: Last time she’d died, she’d given her life up for trade and she’d done it in secret, not telling anyone she was dead or why she’d even done it. This time, it was pretty much a well-known fact that any of the women who had been involved with the whole ‘Sandalpon’ mess would end up losing their lives. It made things a little different. A little worse in a way and a little not as well.
Elena was silent as she thought it over. It was worse this way because it was a guilt that she couldn’t avoid or lessen really. But it was better because at least it was more an act of mercy by someone she knew than someone she didn’t.
“I wouldn’t ask you to you know,” she said softly, licking her lips as she spoke. “Maybe try to spare you some of the guilt at least.”
Jr./Rubedo: Reaching out, he let his fingertips touch her cheek, just skimming her jaw as he stared at her. "Elena... I don't want anyone else to do it. It's not like I haven't killed before."
His smile then was forced and crooked, and he knelt down in front of her, wrapping both arms around her waist so that he could rest a cheek against her stomach. That parasite was in there. He could already tell she wasn't as lithe as normal... Definitely a supernatural pregnancy.
At least she was still warm. For now, she was warm. She wouldn't be before long... "Last time you did it without even running it by myself. This time I can be the one to do it, at least." He sighed. "I can make sure it's painless... I may prefer my guns, but they aren't the only weapons I have."
Elena: It wasn’t the killing that would be hard. It would be the fact that he’d be killing her that would make it difficult and that was what Elena wanted to spare Jr. from having to deal with. She could only imagine what it would be like, especially for someone like Jr. Not that she’d be any better, but she’d had more time to prepare herself for this conclusion rather than hoping for another way. So she didn’t say anything in that regard. What good would it do?
Now it was Elena’s turn to do the comforting and the caring in return, even if it seemed that she was the one being comforted by the hug. Lifting a hand to run gentle fingers though Jr.’s short hair, the blonde tried to lighten up the heavy atmosphere by speaking a bit louder and clearer. It wouldn’t really be completely painless, not in any way emotionally painless, but at least she wouldn’t have to suffer if she took Jr. up on his offer. “What would you have in mind then?” It was neither a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’ A part of her still would have rather done it herself, but Elena would admit to choosing to avoid any more physical pain than necessary.
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo let his eyes slip shut. Perhaps it just hadn't sunk in yet? His chest did hurt... It felt as if his heart was in a vice. But despite that, he was still speaking calmly, and his grip around her waist was firm yet gentle.
"There's 'poison', as people like to call it... But really it would be more like a drug overdose. It would be like going to sleep. I've used it once before." Not on a person, though... He'd used it on an animal he'd found that had been suffering, and no amount of Medica could bring it back.
"I could mix it with tea or something, but I bet it'd taste like shit, and that wouldn't be very potent. A shot would be more potent, and...quicker."
Elena: A shot… Wouldn’t be so bad. There was a slight aversion to needles, but it wasn’t so bad that she’d run away or panic at the thought or sight of them. Well, as long as there weren’t any mad scientist or failed science experiments around.
”I can deal with going to sleep. That’s not so bad,” Elena admitted, alternating between petting and playing with Jr.’s hair. “But I’d prefer to take the shot and give it myself. I’d rather not have the last thing I really taste to be something that’ll make me grossed out. Because then that would just be really lame.”
Jokes. At a time like this, she was joking. But it wasn’t like there were any real good reasons not to.
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo offered her another crooked grin before moving his hands to her knees, pushing back up to stand. "Yeah, can't have that."
On impulse, he leaned in to touch his lips to hers in a chaste kiss before stepping back and walking over to a corner of his room, tapping his fingers against the wall there on an invisible number pad before a small compartment slid open. "Don't get mad, but... I haven't been completely optimistic this whole time."
With his hip cocked, he rested his free hand there, drumming his fingers as he tried to remember the key code to open the safe. "I knew there was a small chance it might end like this... Gaignun has some of this stuff in his room, and I brought it over here a few days ago."
Elena: She really needed to pester him and everyone else from their world more often to get exactly all the details about all the little devices and hidden computer things all over the Durandal. Knowing all the tricks and the trade would be so useful, if only she knew more. That and playing with new things was always fun. “Can’t see why I’d be mad at you for being realistic. The odds weren’t exactly in our favor.”
Leaning forward to rest her chin in her palms, Elena quirked an eyebrow. “Do I want to know why Gaignun even had something like this in the first place? I don’t see how he’d get much use for it, not unless he was secretly aspiring to become a chemist or something.”
Now there was an interesting imagine. Gaignun dressed up as some sort of crazy chemist with bad hair with Jr. playing the role of the assistant. Hm… He’d have to wear a hat. Or at the very least, glasses.
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo shook his head as Elena spit out one bad joke after another. He wasn't going to complain, though... She was the one having to die here. If she wanted the mood to be light, then he would help keep it that way.
"Nah, but while I'm the firepower behind our operations, he likes to do things a bit more covert." Once the safe was opened, he reached in to shuffle around. There were several things in there, but the drug was all he needed now. Once he'd stepped back with the small box, Rubedo disappeared for a short while in the bathroom, where he retrieved a syringe and needle from the medical kit. Ethers helped with most things in Jr.'s day and age, but sometimes the basics were still necessary.
The syringe was assembled and filled while still in the bathroom, and he left the contents in there for the time being. After squeezing just a touch out out to make sure it was functional, Rubedo stepped back out into the bedroom to glance over at her. "...We might as well put your belt to use. Take it off."
Elena: “Makes sense. It’s how partners were unofficially assigned among the Turks. For the main unit anyways. You have one who draws all the attention and then one who lurks in the background. Or really, even just the one who people would tend to target first.” Elena was a little bit of both, being a woman tended to make people think less of her skills, though the best example would have to have been Reno and Rude. The only difference between those two and her and Tseng, was that Reno didn’t hold a grudge whenever targets went after him.
While Jr. was in the bathroom, Elena sighed to herself and closed her eyes. Truth be told, she didn’t want to die again. She wasn’t scared of death… That fear had long since past to be replaced by fears of another kind. Fears that now included rape and a new distrust of certain angels. Kadaj and his brother hadn’t even gone that far, though they’d come close. They had wanted information though. But that experience had left its mark just like this one had.
But mark or not, she wouldn’t let this break her. She couldn’t. Otherwise, she wasn’t so sure if she could put the pieces back together again. Suppressing a small shiver, Elena rubbed at her arms, wishing she’d seen fit to wear her jacket. It just hadn’t… really seemed worth it. Least it made things easier when Jr. came back out and asked her to take off her belt.
Nodding her head, Elena did as asked, before holding out her hand for the syringe in question. “I still won’t make you do it for me. You won’t have to live with being the one to have done this.”
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo showed visible hesitation before finally handing the needle over, in exchange for the belt. It was easier for him to wrap the belt around her upper arm, at least, than having her do it one handed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, the boy rolled up her sleeve so that it would be easier to stick the needle in before he began tugging the belt around her upper arm. He didn't need to ask her how tight was too tight... He knew what was needed to make this easiest.
"Just because I'm not the one sticking the needle in you..." Tug. "...doesn't mean I'm not killing you." He had provided the drug after all, and this had been his idea.
Finally, he buckled the belt. It would keep the needle from hurting too much and keep blood flow down, but the vice it provided would get too painful if she didn't do it quick.
Part of him wanted to look away, but he didn't. Instead he merely held her hand and watched.
Elena: It wasn’t the same. Or maybe it was. Who knew? Elena really didn’t think she’d ever have the heart to argue either point in any kind of argument, nor did she want to find out what it was like from both sides.
It was with a detached professional air, like a nurse who had done the same task more times than she could count in a day, that Elena quickly felt for a general idea of where her veins were, and then stuck the needle into her arm, Within seconds, it was done with and Elena pulled out the shot, pulling the needle back in so as not to do any more stabbing of anything that night.
She didn’t know how long it’d take, or what the before effects, if there were any, might be, but it didn’t matter. Giving his hand a quick squeeze, Elena shifted so that she could lay her head on top of Jr.’s. “If it wasn’t for the whole ‘dying thing,’ I could rather like this. Dying just messes up so many plans. Worse than rain sometimes.”
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo was quick to relieve her of the syringe when she was done, setting it on the nightstand before sighing and nuzzling her bare shoulder absently, lifting his free hand to wipe his thumb against the light dot of blood there. "What about worse than a bad hair day?"
He was starting to lose his steady air. Still trying sure, but his voice was a bit husky as he spoke, and it was certainly whispered out.
Trailing his hand down her arm, he began to unbuckle the belt, letting it drop to the floor soon after. "...You should lay down."
Elena: “Then you wear a hat. Because being bald only really works for Rude. And I think being bald would be a really bad thing because then you can’t randomly add hair clips in their hair when you pass out on the desk.” She was starting to feel rather floaty and silly. But there was an important fact that she was supposed to remember. And for some reason she couldn’t help but think of mints. Why mints though?
Shaking her head slightly, Elena pouted at the thought of lying down. Did she really have to? Maybe. Oh! If she lied down though, she could get a Jr. cuddle. She liked those. “If I do, you should too. ‘s not fair otherwise.”
Jr./Rubedo: Her words were silly, and should have been humorous, but given the situation, they were just heartbreaking. Despite himself, Rubedo tried again to smile. It was strained, and forced, and yet again crooked due to that.
"Yeah, I'll lay down, too... Here." Leaning over, Rubedo tugged each foot up one at a time so he could tug off her shoes before he pulled her legs up to help shift her onto her back. As flighty as she was becoming, it would be best to help her with all that he could.
Then, he shed his coat and belt, letting the holsters thump to the floor with his boots before he crawled next to her and settled down.
"If you shut your eyes, you can even get a kiss."
Elena: She was getting sleepy now. Still floating on something. It was like her head was stuffed with something. Something blue though, because she still didn’t like pink. Red was pretty though. But blue and red made purple. Who was purple in this case?
“You shouldn’t try to be so blue cause we don’t have a purple and I’m blue enough. Or black. But you’re red, not blue. And funny smiles aren’t even worth a color. Better to mix the purple than to have the bad sad.” Her words were just tumbling out by now, Elena fully letting herself be taken care of this little bit. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, only that the smile on Jr.’s face seems to hurt.
“Mm… Promise? I’m not tired but my eyes are heavy so I can’t check if you do,” Elena murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding Jr. close.
Jr./Rubedo: Propping his elbow beside her shoulder, Rubedo swallowed thickly and lifted his other hand to settle over her eyes. If she couldn't see, then he didn't have to smile. No blue smiles on red.
Talking right then would have been impossible. He didn't want her to see or hear how miserable he looked right then. This was hard enough. He'd had to suffer through Sakura's death once...and then Elena's death already. It wasn't often that somebody died twice.
Her life had finally been restored, only for them to have to take it away again.
Stroking his thumb against her cheek, Rubedo leaned over to cover her mouth with his in a kiss that was simple, no strings attached. It was just the warmth that he wanted, and the solid, comforting feeling her kisses always seemed to offer.
Elena: The fairy tales always said that the hero kissed the girl to wake her up from her eternal slumber and that would break the spell. But Elena didn’t like being a princess and she wouldn’t ask for anyone to be her hero. So maybe that’s why it was appropriate that kiss she received now wasn’t one to wake her up, but help her sleep instead. In the story where she had to be rescued by a hero, the spell for eternal rest was cast after the kiss and her hero was the spell caster as well.
Letting out a soft, happy little sigh, Elena didn’t try to fight very hard against the pull that tugged at her from somewhere behind her eyelids. She liked this and she was going to be okay now. “…Thank you…” Saying it might hurt, but she still had to say it nonetheless.
Jr./Rubedo: He was quiet at first, needing to take a minute to make sure that his voice would be steady and light when he spoke. "Silly. There's nothing to thank me for."
Light. So light headed and dizzy. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be in the bathroom so that he could be ill, and then perhaps knock himself out so he didn't have to watch this.
He pulled his hand from over her eyes then, once he was sure they were closed, and settled back down to rest his head over her breast. Rubedo needed to hear her heartbeat, even if it was slowing.
Elena: With a few soft murmurs that might have been words, or just the idea of being words, Elena felt her breathing even out and become steadily less with each breath she took. There was less and less to think about and less reason to. It wasn't long before Elena went to sleep.
Jr./Rubedo: The soft whispers and murmurs sent a chill up and down his spine. They were sounds that had no connection to the real world, and they penetrated the heavy silence of the room in a way that chilled him and made him curl against her, even if she was the source of the sounds.
But still, he immediately missed them when they stopped, and squeezed his eyes shut as he strained to listen for her weak heart beat, up until it just drifted into nothingness.
Part of him wanted to just hold her tight and cry then, when he realized she had finally left him, but he didn't have the energy to cry. It was so much easier for him to be angry. He was a weapon, after all. A wonderful boy? Yeah right. A wonderful boy who seemed to have a knack for letting the women in his life die!
Pushing away from her, Rubedo dropped down to tug his pistols from their holsters, and let the safety click off so that he could aim blindly--anywhere but her. He couldn't look at her now. For now, for the next 24 hours, she was just a shell. A body that would grow cold and stiff.
Without the silencers, the gunshots hurt his ears, but he kept squeezing the triggers until there were no bullets left, and the floor was left with several holes, smoke drifting up as he dropped both Makarovs to his knees. They were empty now, like her.
"Fuck!" he swore. It wasn't enough. He needed to rip into something, but he couldn't leave the room. Staggering up, he kicked over a nearby chair and strained to look for anything that wasn't nailed down...or if it was, something he could easily rip free.
The lamp was one thing. It was hurled across the room, crashing against the door, and he just kept repeating this process until there was nothing left, and the mirror was broken, and somehow he'd bloodied his hands. One plus one did not equal two. Red and blue did not make purple.
Nothing made sense.
Finally too exhausted to carry on, he slumped back down to sit on the floor, leaning back against the bed frame and hugging his knees. Rubedo would just have to wait... A day, and she would be back. She would be without her life again, just like Sakura, but at least she'd be able to walk and talk.
So he dug his nails into his pants and rested his forehead against his knees, and waited.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Elena
lady_turk & Jr./Rubedo red_dragon_666Summary; After letting the girls out, Rubedo and Elena head back to their room to talk and handle the baby problem themselves rather than let anyone else do it. There's something to be said about giving your girlfriend the means to kill herself with.
Log;
Jr./Rubedo: There was more that needed to be said, of course. Decisions to make. Like how would it go? Rubedo had already been thinking about that ever since he had chosen to let the girls out of the hold. The methods.
Free to run. Free to die.
It wasn't much, but it was all he could offer. Elena, though... Whatever she chose, he wasn't leaving her side, but it was painfully clear that they really only had one option left open to them.
Do you want me to kill you?
It had been five minutes, but still it was as if he could hear the words echo in the room, as he stood by the bed, just looking at her. If he looked away, he might miss something important, after all.
Elena: Last time she’d died, she’d given her life up for trade and she’d done it in secret, not telling anyone she was dead or why she’d even done it. This time, it was pretty much a well-known fact that any of the women who had been involved with the whole ‘Sandalpon’ mess would end up losing their lives. It made things a little different. A little worse in a way and a little not as well.
Elena was silent as she thought it over. It was worse this way because it was a guilt that she couldn’t avoid or lessen really. But it was better because at least it was more an act of mercy by someone she knew than someone she didn’t.
“I wouldn’t ask you to you know,” she said softly, licking her lips as she spoke. “Maybe try to spare you some of the guilt at least.”
Jr./Rubedo: Reaching out, he let his fingertips touch her cheek, just skimming her jaw as he stared at her. "Elena... I don't want anyone else to do it. It's not like I haven't killed before."
His smile then was forced and crooked, and he knelt down in front of her, wrapping both arms around her waist so that he could rest a cheek against her stomach. That parasite was in there. He could already tell she wasn't as lithe as normal... Definitely a supernatural pregnancy.
At least she was still warm. For now, she was warm. She wouldn't be before long... "Last time you did it without even running it by myself. This time I can be the one to do it, at least." He sighed. "I can make sure it's painless... I may prefer my guns, but they aren't the only weapons I have."
Elena: It wasn’t the killing that would be hard. It would be the fact that he’d be killing her that would make it difficult and that was what Elena wanted to spare Jr. from having to deal with. She could only imagine what it would be like, especially for someone like Jr. Not that she’d be any better, but she’d had more time to prepare herself for this conclusion rather than hoping for another way. So she didn’t say anything in that regard. What good would it do?
Now it was Elena’s turn to do the comforting and the caring in return, even if it seemed that she was the one being comforted by the hug. Lifting a hand to run gentle fingers though Jr.’s short hair, the blonde tried to lighten up the heavy atmosphere by speaking a bit louder and clearer. It wouldn’t really be completely painless, not in any way emotionally painless, but at least she wouldn’t have to suffer if she took Jr. up on his offer. “What would you have in mind then?” It was neither a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’ A part of her still would have rather done it herself, but Elena would admit to choosing to avoid any more physical pain than necessary.
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo let his eyes slip shut. Perhaps it just hadn't sunk in yet? His chest did hurt... It felt as if his heart was in a vice. But despite that, he was still speaking calmly, and his grip around her waist was firm yet gentle.
"There's 'poison', as people like to call it... But really it would be more like a drug overdose. It would be like going to sleep. I've used it once before." Not on a person, though... He'd used it on an animal he'd found that had been suffering, and no amount of Medica could bring it back.
"I could mix it with tea or something, but I bet it'd taste like shit, and that wouldn't be very potent. A shot would be more potent, and...quicker."
Elena: A shot… Wouldn’t be so bad. There was a slight aversion to needles, but it wasn’t so bad that she’d run away or panic at the thought or sight of them. Well, as long as there weren’t any mad scientist or failed science experiments around.
”I can deal with going to sleep. That’s not so bad,” Elena admitted, alternating between petting and playing with Jr.’s hair. “But I’d prefer to take the shot and give it myself. I’d rather not have the last thing I really taste to be something that’ll make me grossed out. Because then that would just be really lame.”
Jokes. At a time like this, she was joking. But it wasn’t like there were any real good reasons not to.
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo offered her another crooked grin before moving his hands to her knees, pushing back up to stand. "Yeah, can't have that."
On impulse, he leaned in to touch his lips to hers in a chaste kiss before stepping back and walking over to a corner of his room, tapping his fingers against the wall there on an invisible number pad before a small compartment slid open. "Don't get mad, but... I haven't been completely optimistic this whole time."
With his hip cocked, he rested his free hand there, drumming his fingers as he tried to remember the key code to open the safe. "I knew there was a small chance it might end like this... Gaignun has some of this stuff in his room, and I brought it over here a few days ago."
Elena: She really needed to pester him and everyone else from their world more often to get exactly all the details about all the little devices and hidden computer things all over the Durandal. Knowing all the tricks and the trade would be so useful, if only she knew more. That and playing with new things was always fun. “Can’t see why I’d be mad at you for being realistic. The odds weren’t exactly in our favor.”
Leaning forward to rest her chin in her palms, Elena quirked an eyebrow. “Do I want to know why Gaignun even had something like this in the first place? I don’t see how he’d get much use for it, not unless he was secretly aspiring to become a chemist or something.”
Now there was an interesting imagine. Gaignun dressed up as some sort of crazy chemist with bad hair with Jr. playing the role of the assistant. Hm… He’d have to wear a hat. Or at the very least, glasses.
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo shook his head as Elena spit out one bad joke after another. He wasn't going to complain, though... She was the one having to die here. If she wanted the mood to be light, then he would help keep it that way.
"Nah, but while I'm the firepower behind our operations, he likes to do things a bit more covert." Once the safe was opened, he reached in to shuffle around. There were several things in there, but the drug was all he needed now. Once he'd stepped back with the small box, Rubedo disappeared for a short while in the bathroom, where he retrieved a syringe and needle from the medical kit. Ethers helped with most things in Jr.'s day and age, but sometimes the basics were still necessary.
The syringe was assembled and filled while still in the bathroom, and he left the contents in there for the time being. After squeezing just a touch out out to make sure it was functional, Rubedo stepped back out into the bedroom to glance over at her. "...We might as well put your belt to use. Take it off."
Elena: “Makes sense. It’s how partners were unofficially assigned among the Turks. For the main unit anyways. You have one who draws all the attention and then one who lurks in the background. Or really, even just the one who people would tend to target first.” Elena was a little bit of both, being a woman tended to make people think less of her skills, though the best example would have to have been Reno and Rude. The only difference between those two and her and Tseng, was that Reno didn’t hold a grudge whenever targets went after him.
While Jr. was in the bathroom, Elena sighed to herself and closed her eyes. Truth be told, she didn’t want to die again. She wasn’t scared of death… That fear had long since past to be replaced by fears of another kind. Fears that now included rape and a new distrust of certain angels. Kadaj and his brother hadn’t even gone that far, though they’d come close. They had wanted information though. But that experience had left its mark just like this one had.
But mark or not, she wouldn’t let this break her. She couldn’t. Otherwise, she wasn’t so sure if she could put the pieces back together again. Suppressing a small shiver, Elena rubbed at her arms, wishing she’d seen fit to wear her jacket. It just hadn’t… really seemed worth it. Least it made things easier when Jr. came back out and asked her to take off her belt.
Nodding her head, Elena did as asked, before holding out her hand for the syringe in question. “I still won’t make you do it for me. You won’t have to live with being the one to have done this.”
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo showed visible hesitation before finally handing the needle over, in exchange for the belt. It was easier for him to wrap the belt around her upper arm, at least, than having her do it one handed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, the boy rolled up her sleeve so that it would be easier to stick the needle in before he began tugging the belt around her upper arm. He didn't need to ask her how tight was too tight... He knew what was needed to make this easiest.
"Just because I'm not the one sticking the needle in you..." Tug. "...doesn't mean I'm not killing you." He had provided the drug after all, and this had been his idea.
Finally, he buckled the belt. It would keep the needle from hurting too much and keep blood flow down, but the vice it provided would get too painful if she didn't do it quick.
Part of him wanted to look away, but he didn't. Instead he merely held her hand and watched.
Elena: It wasn’t the same. Or maybe it was. Who knew? Elena really didn’t think she’d ever have the heart to argue either point in any kind of argument, nor did she want to find out what it was like from both sides.
It was with a detached professional air, like a nurse who had done the same task more times than she could count in a day, that Elena quickly felt for a general idea of where her veins were, and then stuck the needle into her arm, Within seconds, it was done with and Elena pulled out the shot, pulling the needle back in so as not to do any more stabbing of anything that night.
She didn’t know how long it’d take, or what the before effects, if there were any, might be, but it didn’t matter. Giving his hand a quick squeeze, Elena shifted so that she could lay her head on top of Jr.’s. “If it wasn’t for the whole ‘dying thing,’ I could rather like this. Dying just messes up so many plans. Worse than rain sometimes.”
Jr./Rubedo: Rubedo was quick to relieve her of the syringe when she was done, setting it on the nightstand before sighing and nuzzling her bare shoulder absently, lifting his free hand to wipe his thumb against the light dot of blood there. "What about worse than a bad hair day?"
He was starting to lose his steady air. Still trying sure, but his voice was a bit husky as he spoke, and it was certainly whispered out.
Trailing his hand down her arm, he began to unbuckle the belt, letting it drop to the floor soon after. "...You should lay down."
Elena: “Then you wear a hat. Because being bald only really works for Rude. And I think being bald would be a really bad thing because then you can’t randomly add hair clips in their hair when you pass out on the desk.” She was starting to feel rather floaty and silly. But there was an important fact that she was supposed to remember. And for some reason she couldn’t help but think of mints. Why mints though?
Shaking her head slightly, Elena pouted at the thought of lying down. Did she really have to? Maybe. Oh! If she lied down though, she could get a Jr. cuddle. She liked those. “If I do, you should too. ‘s not fair otherwise.”
Jr./Rubedo: Her words were silly, and should have been humorous, but given the situation, they were just heartbreaking. Despite himself, Rubedo tried again to smile. It was strained, and forced, and yet again crooked due to that.
"Yeah, I'll lay down, too... Here." Leaning over, Rubedo tugged each foot up one at a time so he could tug off her shoes before he pulled her legs up to help shift her onto her back. As flighty as she was becoming, it would be best to help her with all that he could.
Then, he shed his coat and belt, letting the holsters thump to the floor with his boots before he crawled next to her and settled down.
"If you shut your eyes, you can even get a kiss."
Elena: She was getting sleepy now. Still floating on something. It was like her head was stuffed with something. Something blue though, because she still didn’t like pink. Red was pretty though. But blue and red made purple. Who was purple in this case?
“You shouldn’t try to be so blue cause we don’t have a purple and I’m blue enough. Or black. But you’re red, not blue. And funny smiles aren’t even worth a color. Better to mix the purple than to have the bad sad.” Her words were just tumbling out by now, Elena fully letting herself be taken care of this little bit. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, only that the smile on Jr.’s face seems to hurt.
“Mm… Promise? I’m not tired but my eyes are heavy so I can’t check if you do,” Elena murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding Jr. close.
Jr./Rubedo: Propping his elbow beside her shoulder, Rubedo swallowed thickly and lifted his other hand to settle over her eyes. If she couldn't see, then he didn't have to smile. No blue smiles on red.
Talking right then would have been impossible. He didn't want her to see or hear how miserable he looked right then. This was hard enough. He'd had to suffer through Sakura's death once...and then Elena's death already. It wasn't often that somebody died twice.
Her life had finally been restored, only for them to have to take it away again.
Stroking his thumb against her cheek, Rubedo leaned over to cover her mouth with his in a kiss that was simple, no strings attached. It was just the warmth that he wanted, and the solid, comforting feeling her kisses always seemed to offer.
Elena: The fairy tales always said that the hero kissed the girl to wake her up from her eternal slumber and that would break the spell. But Elena didn’t like being a princess and she wouldn’t ask for anyone to be her hero. So maybe that’s why it was appropriate that kiss she received now wasn’t one to wake her up, but help her sleep instead. In the story where she had to be rescued by a hero, the spell for eternal rest was cast after the kiss and her hero was the spell caster as well.
Letting out a soft, happy little sigh, Elena didn’t try to fight very hard against the pull that tugged at her from somewhere behind her eyelids. She liked this and she was going to be okay now. “…Thank you…” Saying it might hurt, but she still had to say it nonetheless.
Jr./Rubedo: He was quiet at first, needing to take a minute to make sure that his voice would be steady and light when he spoke. "Silly. There's nothing to thank me for."
Light. So light headed and dizzy. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be in the bathroom so that he could be ill, and then perhaps knock himself out so he didn't have to watch this.
He pulled his hand from over her eyes then, once he was sure they were closed, and settled back down to rest his head over her breast. Rubedo needed to hear her heartbeat, even if it was slowing.
Elena: With a few soft murmurs that might have been words, or just the idea of being words, Elena felt her breathing even out and become steadily less with each breath she took. There was less and less to think about and less reason to. It wasn't long before Elena went to sleep.
Jr./Rubedo: The soft whispers and murmurs sent a chill up and down his spine. They were sounds that had no connection to the real world, and they penetrated the heavy silence of the room in a way that chilled him and made him curl against her, even if she was the source of the sounds.
But still, he immediately missed them when they stopped, and squeezed his eyes shut as he strained to listen for her weak heart beat, up until it just drifted into nothingness.
Part of him wanted to just hold her tight and cry then, when he realized she had finally left him, but he didn't have the energy to cry. It was so much easier for him to be angry. He was a weapon, after all. A wonderful boy? Yeah right. A wonderful boy who seemed to have a knack for letting the women in his life die!
Pushing away from her, Rubedo dropped down to tug his pistols from their holsters, and let the safety click off so that he could aim blindly--anywhere but her. He couldn't look at her now. For now, for the next 24 hours, she was just a shell. A body that would grow cold and stiff.
Without the silencers, the gunshots hurt his ears, but he kept squeezing the triggers until there were no bullets left, and the floor was left with several holes, smoke drifting up as he dropped both Makarovs to his knees. They were empty now, like her.
"Fuck!" he swore. It wasn't enough. He needed to rip into something, but he couldn't leave the room. Staggering up, he kicked over a nearby chair and strained to look for anything that wasn't nailed down...or if it was, something he could easily rip free.
The lamp was one thing. It was hurled across the room, crashing against the door, and he just kept repeating this process until there was nothing left, and the mirror was broken, and somehow he'd bloodied his hands. One plus one did not equal two. Red and blue did not make purple.
Nothing made sense.
Finally too exhausted to carry on, he slumped back down to sit on the floor, leaning back against the bed frame and hugging his knees. Rubedo would just have to wait... A day, and she would be back. She would be without her life again, just like Sakura, but at least she'd be able to walk and talk.
So he dug his nails into his pants and rested his forehead against his knees, and waited.
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And will do it again now (lovingly) YOU KNOW WHY >E
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I do and I would wibble if I was in Kyle's acc. As it is, have a spazzy Elena.
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Can I eat it? Is it toxic?
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Mieuuu~!! You'd eat them? Does that mean I get to be a apart of you?
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Maybe :o Niblle lovingly ♥ You are as much a part of me as my hair~
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Aww~ <3 So long as it's lovingly. And you're as much a part as my late-night sleeping habits are.
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Yeah I gave up on the flower of distraction. DAMN YOU PEONY BLOSSOMS.
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