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angel sanctuary - setsuna mudou

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When: Anytime from the 19th-21st
Rating: PG-PG13
Characters: Setsuna and anyone that wants to visit
Summary: Right now with the state he's in it's the only way to see him.

He couldn't speak, couldn't open any doors, and this prevented him from going anywhere which is probably what Kira preferred at the moment. It was the worst sort of dependency Setsuna had encountered. To top it all off, he felt like a freak, and part of him didn't want to go ten steps away from Kira, either, feeling vulnerable. It was safer, and less awkward to just stay inside with Kira.

Needless to say, he hadn't seen anyone since the forest, and he didn't mind so much. He needed that time to get his thoughts collected, along with how he felt. But...if he thought about it, he wouldn't turn away company, either. Granted, Kira would have to get the door, or hopefully the lock was unlocked. WAIT. No. That was a bad idea. He really hoped the door was locked.

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So, Charlie said she'd stop by. And when Charlie says she does something, she does it. And she just really needed to see him, to make sure he survived. Setsuna, there is one (1) Charlie McGee, knocking on the door. Please someone open it. When Charlie's patience runs out, which is really about a second after she knocked, she tested the door. It was in fact unlocked. Huh.

She pokes her head in and speaks, not expecting an answer back. "Setsuna, it's Charlie. I stopped by for a little. Hope you don't mind."

And then she seeks him out. When she finds him, she waits for him to notice her before moving much.

Edited 2012-04-22 00:21 (UTC)

He hadn't even felt her aura outside the door. He doesn't know if it's a psychological issue, or what, but he really wishes his power would just come back already! Or maybe he couldn't feel her aura because she's dead? ...ungh. That sucks.

Still, when he DOES hear the door open he startles, ready to curl up into a ball, or kick, or whatever he needs to do, until he sees it's Charlie, then Setsuna calms considerably.

At the same time, she's probably used to a much more livelier, cheery person than the Setsuna Mudou on the couch right now. He gives her a slightly sheepish look, waves with one arm, stump well and properly bandaged now, and gives her a weak smile. What can I do? I'm waving, see? Kind of.... It's not the same without fingers.

Setsuna gets a small smile before she starts over carefully. She even waves in return. Just a bit.

"If this is a bad time, I'm sorry. I just...I did say I'd come by, right?" See? Stubborn. She heads over to the couch and sits, watching him and keeping a bit of distance. "I'm happy to see you."

He shakes his head - not a bad time at all. He wasn't doing anything else with his life, after all. Fuck! When he finally does regenerate he's going to talk non-stop and play basketball, and EAT. He hasn't eaten much in the past couple of days, and he started off skinny to begin with.

When she keeps her distance he frowns at her. What is this? Just as stubborn as her, he closes that distance and looks at her with a determined look. No distance. We're friends. I trust you.

Oh. Okay. Her eyes widen before she smiles slightly. Message received, sort of. And when he regenerates, Charlie's going to cook for him. All manner of things.

There's a smile and a bit of hesitation before she decides 'screw it' and rests her head on his shoulder. It's her way of saying she trusts him, too.

"This is okay, right? I'm not hurting you?"

He shakes his head to the question and leans his head against hers. His wrists hurt, his mouth hurts if he opens it too wide, and some other minor bruised areas hurt, but the shoulder's good. In fact, he practically eats up the affection, being a very tactile and affectionate individual. Right now, Setsuna can't get enough of it, so he scoots closer to her.

He's frustrated because he can't hug her, not really, anyway, but he gives Charlie a light smile of appreciation all the same. This is exactly what he needs and wants right now.

The nod makes her smile slightly, relaxing her in some way. She wasn't adding to his discomfort, this was good. She even snuggles into him a bit because sure, why not? If it was making him happy, that worked for her.

"You have someone here taking care of you, right?" She's pretty sure he does, just wants to make sure.

Platonic affection pretty much calmed him down and eased a lot of his upset lately, in a way nothing else seemed to. Especially finding someone with such a big mouth and an open heart can't speak? It wasn't just scary, it was one of the most annoying things he had experienced in a while. It was, in fact, a rare moment he wasn't trying to cuddle up to Kira. But seeing as Kira wasn't in the same room right then....

Setsuna nods his head to her question, but gets frustrated when he can't explain Kira. At least she already knew the guy, so she wouldn't have to worry about it being someone untrustworthy.

And Charlie is probably the least affectionate person in the City but Setsuna worried the hell out of her. Seeing him alive was happy enough that she couldn't help her actions, mild as they were. It was a relief. She gives him a pleased smile at his nod.

"Good. That doesn't mean I'm not coming over to make sure you're alright, though. Expect to see me often." And another grin. Yes, a grin.

He's more than okay with that, if his warm smile is any indication. He nods his head to her insistence at coming over. Especially because they both have a common thread, now, having been attacked. In fact, since it was all Shakespeare based, Setsuna's almost certain it was same person....

Again, a little frustrated, he picks up on stumped arm and shows it to Charlie, points in the direction of his eyes, then points at her. He wants to tell her so badly he saw the person, that he can do something about it when he can talk, but, of course, he can't say a thing now.

If Charlie understood that gesture, she'd be so excited. Instead she tilts her head slightly, just looking confused before shaking her head sadly. When you're all in one piece again, Setsuna, you'll have to tell her.

Instead, she just wraps an arm around him, hugging him slightly. It's an apology of sorts. "Tell me later, okay?" At least she understands he was trying to communicate something to her.

Oh yes, the most frustrating thing in the world for him, more than anything else he ever thought that of before, is not being able to speak. It's killing him, being unable to tell anyone what he saw. The wait is torture to his impatient soul. He has to tell SOMEONE, so he can't just stop when Charlie says to wait on it.

He shook his head, pressed his wrist - it hurt and he winced, but it was necessary - right on her shoulder to indicate her, then put it right to his mouth to indicate his clipped tongue, then to his eyes, right at the temple.

I saw who did it.

Well, technically, he saw a picture and a drugged illusion, but he doesn't know that, any longer.

Oh. Oh. Charlie has a better idea of what he's saying now. Her eyes widen and she leans away slightly. This has nothing to do with the damage that was inflicted on Setsuna. None at all. It's more so she can look him in the face properly.

"Really? You know who hurt us?" See? She's not dumb. Just...slow sometimes. Oh, this is interesting. "I'm...not sure what to make of this. I mean, it's something right?"

Setsuna vigorously nodded to that. Then flailed his stumps and pointed to his mouth before pouting. He knew, and couldn't say a blasted thing. He was certain Charlie would pick up on his hints, and out of most people, she would understand better his frustration at not being able to talk about it.

"I'd be frustrated, too." Oh, boy would she be frustrated. "We'll get it figured out, though." She hopes.

"And...at least you saw them? That's very good to hear." She didn't see or hear a soul. Just woke up in the hospital and panicked.

He shuddered, and wrapped his arms around her, this time, forget if he didn't have hands to hold on with, he needed to. What happened to him had been painful, and frightening. But, sickeningly enough, right then, he was glad it happened to him and not her.

Charlie wasn't alive, no, but she still had hands and a tongue. And Setsuna's would regenerate - he wanted to tell her - so it was best this part happened to him.

Charlie happily tucks herself against him, glad she was still able to do so. She didn't have a problem with it, by this point. None whatsoever. It was very reassuring for the both of them, it seemed. There's a moment of silence before Charlie glances at her watch with a frown.

"I have to get going," she said, untangling herself regretfully. "I have errands to run and then I have to get home before Ed wakes up. He worries and it's ridiculous." She was smiling, though, so clearly she didn't think it was that bad.

He nods to that, he understands. Other people have things to do while he broods. He'll regenerate eventually, anyway, and join them once more. Setsuna does, however, take a moment to grab one more hug.

Then at the mention of Ed he waves his wrist, indicating he would like it if she said hi to Ed for him. He sounded like a good boyfriend to the over-protective kid.

To - as they say - hell with privacy, propriety.

Next Setsuna deigns to wake, it might well be to faint kisses pressed to his nose, his lids, the thin line of his chin; and to an unfortunate weight astride him, because Rosiel - well, Rosiel thinks it's such splendid timing to count each and every one of the boy's lashes when they catch light in golden curls the way dear sister's never could.

Gold, honey, milk: a funny colouring on this body, this Messiah. Weak limbs, weaker flesh. And more cuts and tears and bruises, right now, than Rosiel cares to know. Nothing like Alexiel.

And yet somehow - a kiss the tip of Setsuna's kiss again - not without its advantages.

At first, a fond smile spread across Setsuna's lips, unconsciously dreaming of someone quite different than the person astride him - long golden curls. But when his eyes soon flutter awake, he's immediately sent to a panic just by sheer reality.

Then when he realizes who it is, more panic that soon concentrates to annoyance. He sends a steadier glare to Rosiel, and tries to sit up to get the weight off of him, since he can't push Rosiel off.

What the hell do you think you're doing? You can visit, but you sure as fuck don't have permission to be on top of me! Get off!

Reclaiming what others touched, Rosiel?

Reclaiming what's his by birthright.

He does, for what (very) little it's worth, make Setsuna the allowance of movement, letting the boy sit up, if not rise. His arms collapse around his prey's neck, well-nigh dangling.

"Good morning," comes with an innocent, lazy smile, as if this poorly crafted intimacy between them is both the natural and the expected. "You look a fright. You look all tatters. There is not a part of you that doesn't sicken me right now. How you disgust me."

And for all that, he's clinging.

It's worth very little, yes, but Setsuna feels a little better to not lay down and have someone on top of him. He still shudders a little, but reminds himself it's just Rosiel. Rosiel's not going to do anything - oh, fuck, who is he kidding. Rosiel's already doing untoward things, Setsuna's just used to it. Customary actions, apparently, are alright. Sort of.

There's a glare, then an irritated look at Rosiel's words. Oh, I disgust you, huh? Then why the fuck are you here? This was all followed by a nasty, mischievous little grin. Disgust, huh? Let Setsuna show you disgust.

He opens his mouth, very wide.

Oh, Mr. Wolf, what sharp teeth you have. And what a lovely, bloodied, scarred mess, where your tongue should have been.

No horror, only... hesitant curiosity, as he leans forward to stare properly. "Very... very... "

He's always had - difficulty understanding how organic bodies work, where they bind and they break and what boundary's crossed between the two. Fingers travel over Setsuna's lower lip, almost hitting his teeth gums. Very fascinating, really.

Then he pulls away slightly, laughing, "Oh, Sevi-darling should have been given a taste of this!"

Setsuna's a little horrified Rosiel isn't disturbed by the view. He touched his mouth, and didn't even flinch away. What is this? How screwed up is Rosiel?

He shuts his mouth, quickly, and wishes to have fingers to place over it, but alas, nothing but a stumped wrist.

And, okay, never opening his mouth again around Rosiel. At least not in this condition. It's just too odd.

And just would should Sevothtarte have anything to do with it?

Ever disconcerting, seeing sweet sister wrench herself away from him - whatever the circumstance, whatever her embodiment.

"I've always wanted you silent and still and listening and mine," he says absently, because of course this is the perfect time for confessions. "Now that I have it, I don't know what to do with it."

He rolls off Setsuna suddenly, claiming what little space there is to the boy's right. Knees come up, hands folded neatly upon them, chin falling on top and white curls everywhere.

"I made haste to see you and didn't comb." He picks a few of his tangled hairs away, frowning. "See? I'm perfectly ugly as well."

That was why leaving Setsuna alone wasn't a good idea, even if he had just gone to take a shower. Apparently it had been enough time for Rosiel to come in, which was enough to make him forego getting dressed or even drying off properly. Kira heard Rosiel's voice and just grabbed a towel, slung it around his waist and headed out the room, still dripping wet.

Given that - obviously - both people present knew what his body looked like, including the blood mark, he didn't mind overly.

"Always good to hear some self-awareness." His eyes were on Rosiel while he made his way to Setsuna, stopping in front of him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ugly for certain. The 'perfectly', I don't know. I'd not grant you any claim to perfection."

Seeing Kira in towel and dripping water as he walked, Setsuna felt relief flood him. So Kira had been around the whole time, just in the shower. He was almost apologetic Kira had to end it on his behalf, but he was too relieved to have that familiar, comforting presence by his.

And at least Kira said all Setsuna couldn't say as well. And here he thought he hadn't been too frightened to have Rosiel atop of him, but that was before Kira was in the room. Somehow that made him realize just how upset he had been. But dammit, Rosiel....

To think he had wanted to bond with him at one - or forty - time(s).

Oh, no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Whenever the Beast came, dear sister drew away, and everything went to -- hell again. How quaint.

His hands dug into Setsuna's nearest arm, hiding his face in it in a silent bid for... protection from the utterly helpless recent victim of mutilation. Very smart.

"It's my turn with him," he murmured petulantly, "You've had every other minute and hour and day, it's my turn."

Edited 2012-04-22 16:06 (UTC)

"Get lost."

Kira looked down on Setsuna's arm and his eyes narrowed for a moment, before he remembered who he was dealing with and that Rosiel wasn't very likely to back off this easy, so he reached out and batted him away, at the same time giving Setsuna's shoulder a slight push to make him move away a bit.

"You can show yourself out. He's not up for your visits right now. They're taxing. You're taxing."

Taxing wasn't quite the word Setsuna would have used - vexing - but he nodded to that, then gave Rosiel a sad look. Why did their visits always go like this? He actually wanted Rosiel's company on a level, just not like this. And not while in this condition, either. Rather frightening, it was.

Rosiel and/or Kira might have caught the solemn look Setsuna had for a moment, but Setsuna wasn't aware he made it. He lifted an arm to put a hand over Kira's on his shoulder, then sobbed a little when he remembered he couldn't. THIS SUCKS.

He should, of course, have given the thing his choice of insults - and there were certainly many. No fewer than Nanatsusaya, the failed shield deserved; no less than Lucifer had gone to a bloody little war to earn himself.

The protest died on his still present tongue when Setsuna's wasted gesture caught his eye.

His head peaked up. "Raphael... will want a look at that." Half statement, half question. "Yes, Raphael will."

...then he cuddled against Setsuna's arm again, because at least the one part of his sister could be trusted to be comfortable.

Kira looked at Setsuna at the sob and he bit his lower lip, pushing the guilt he felt aside and trying to not let the other emotions linger, either. Strength was needed, so he put his arm between Rosiel and Setsuna and pushed, pushed him away. Tried to, at any rate, the limits of this body were obvious, now more than ever.

"I don't think he will want to, but, yeah, he should." Kira smiled as he looked at Rosiel and it naturally didn't reach his eyes. "Go. Go and get him."

So it wasn't an order. He could still make it sound like one.

Rosiel clinging to his arm gained him a wide-eyed look, Why are you so clingy? It's kind of like me. It's weirding me out!, and then Setsuna sighed with resolve. What's the point in fighting it?

There was something about Kira's pushing that made Setsuna pause and give Kira a worried, uncertain look. He couldn't place it, and he couldn't question it, so Kira just got that painful expression. It's not like Setsuna didn't know where Kira's body was going eventually.

As for Raphael, Setsuna wasn't so sure. Raphael had a chance before to say anything in relation to it, and he seemed to have turned away. It was just a matter of time, anyway, until he regenerated - the kid was still convinced of this.

He did the only thing he could do, void of being able to verbally protest and unable to cling to Kira's arm, he looked up at Kira and pitifully shook his head. Then he shook at Rosiel. No, no, no. Don't make Raphael do anything.

Of course the creature had to rouse him from what, with luck and apparently perseverance, might become his glorious nap. It wasn't as if he'd had much by way of rest since Setsuna's little... episode, and for all that his body didn't require it, some comforts were appreciated.

A groan, and his head raised again, scowling Kira's way. "Don't touch me, you morbid excuse of innards and spinal cords that couldn't perform its one and only duty. You have no more say."

Setuna he afforded a wary little glance. "...I've had Raphael's care. When he deems to use it, he has a good hand. You'll not regret it."

"I might not have any say, but he has. And while he can't talk, I'll be his tongue and hands for him."

Kira looked back at Setsuna. "Raphael can help you, if he wants to." He wanted him to be whole again. It shouldn't have happened. Not on his watch. Rosiel was right, which he loathed almost as much as he loathed it happening at all.

He didn't say anything more, because he didn't want what he said to be an apology or something equally useless and even more pathetic. There was enough awareness of his expressions, at least, to not look at Rosiel now.

They weren't...fighting because he got injured were they? They better not be, because that would just be ridiculous. Didn't they all have enough reasons to fight with that? He looked back and forth from Kira to Rosiel and shook his head with another sigh.

As for Raphael, Setsuna frowned to them both, then nodded once when Kira said '...if he wants to.' Damn straight if he wants to. And only then. But if Raphael offered and wanted to? Setsuna was not going to turn him down. It would save him some energy that way.

Really, really -

"I'll think what I can allow you to be," he bit out, scowling at Kira, "And then I'll tell you."

- really, the little lord Lucifer needed to mind his place. And sadly Rosiel had begun to suspect his own wouldn't be with Setsuna for the day - not without a headache, not uninterrupted.

He rubbed his face against the captive arm for a moment, catching more of Alexi - Setsuna Mudou's scent, whispering almost imperceptibly, maybe, "It's fine if you're like this. I'll still love you."

Then he peeled himself off the boy completely, straightening clothing, hair, stray pieces of jewelry. Yes, that vile thing was right: Rosiel would see himself out.

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