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[negativegate]

When; Nov. 1st and Nov. 5th
Rating; PG-13-ish with death and violence.
Characters; Rita (negativegate) and Tyr (blackshadow)
Summary; Rita and Tyr losing their heads. One of these is literal.
Log;

Once the influence of the Halloween curse ended and they were both back to normal, Rita...well, she felt pretty awkward. She'd had no idea the costume she'd worn was some vampire from Tyr's world, and there she'd gone and bitten his neck. Thinking about the fact that she actually drank his blood--it grossed her out. But at least she hadn't hurt him.

But it was exactly that which also struck her as a little weird. Tyr didn't usually like having his neck touched all that much, so it could've been the influence of the curse...

In any case, here it is in the morning, and Rita's still in costume at the house because she hasn't been bothered to change. She should probably apologize to Tyr if he's awake and see how he is.

Comments

[blackshadow]

They're both emotional idiots, but he doesn't care. There's no-one here to say anything about him stroking her back and resting his head against hers. She's icy cold, but maybe he can warm her up if they stay together like this...

"I won't let it happen again... You'll never..." He can't even finish his promise before his voice cracks.

[negativegate]

She shakes her head. "We don't even know how..." It's not like she doesn't believe he'd try to stop anything from happening to her, but he was right there before. Whatever happened, neither of them were able to do a single thing about it.

[blackshadow]

"I'll still try," he insists. They don't know what happened - maybe they never will - but he'll do everything in his power to make sure Rita is safe. He'll do anything.

[negativegate]

She tightens her grip on his shirt and says nothing. Right now, she really isn't feeling all that optimistic. This thing is completely out of their hands--they had no chance to stop it, no control of any kind. All she knows is that it was violent...

Why Tyr's still alive is a question that sort of nags at her. Was it random? She hates the idea that was killed on some whim of the City.

[blackshadow]

Tyr doesn't want to think of her being murdered just on some whim, either. It's...really scary to think about. And now his memories are a mess, and he has her blood all over him-- he doesn't even know if he blocked out the memory of her death or if he was knocked out before that.

All he does is hold her silently, and with his face hidden in her hair, he lets himself cry all over again. Maybe he can't help her or save her, but he'll try... Even if he needs to die next time, she won't.

[negativegate]

Oh, Tyr... She shouldn't be surprised he's crying--he might even be more upset than she is--yet it still makes her chest feel weirdly tight... The first sensation she's actually felt there since waking up, and it almost makes her feel alive again.

She finally moves and wraps her arms tightly around him. Right now, she just...she doesn't even want to talk about how or why this happened.

[blackshadow]

Part of him that feels shame for crying, but in the end, he can't hold himself back. His chest aches even more when she holds him - she knows he's breaking down - but he doesn't know if some of that is because she's so unnaturally cold... Frigid. His hand shakily reaches for the back of her head to cradle it against him - to cling to it and to her. Even if he knows he can cure that aspect, that will never change what happened to her. It doesn't change that it could happen again. He'll accept everything she says to him if that stupid argument was the reason.

[negativegate]

They're a pair of wrecks right now, both of them, so she's just going to cling right back to him and stroke his hair. But the idea that maybe hugging him is exactly what's upsetting him further runs through her mind... She knows she's cold and dead, and he's so, so warm in comparison. But she...doesn't really want to let go, either. He can cry as much as he needs to, because she'll be here for him.

[blackshadow]

Making her warmer is the one thing he can do with her right now. Even his tears are warm on her neck compared to her skin. He doesn't want to let go of her now. She's...alive. As alive as she can be right now...

Anti-climatically, his stomach groans loudly.

[negativegate]

As much as she really wants that warmth, feeling it also drives home the difference: she's dead, cold, and bloodless...

But she's startled from that pretty quickly when she hears his stomach--and takes it the wrong way as she quickly pulls back and asks, "You're not gonna be sick or anything, are you?"

[blackshadow]

He scrambles back when she does, worried that he freaked her out somehow. He doesn't even understand what she's asking at first. He was sick a long time ago; he's not sick now.

"Of course not- you're fine."

[negativegate]

A moment, and then she relaxes--and feels pretty dumb about freaking out. AFter everything, she's...kind of jumpy.

"Uh--sorry," she mumbles and rests her hands on his arms again. "So...you're hungry?"

[blackshadow]

Now that he's over the surprise, he wipes his face with the back of his hand. He's such a mess...

"I'm fine," he insists. He really doesn't have the appetite- or he thinks that since he knows Rita doesn't. "Don't worry about it."

[negativegate]

She shakes her head. Of course she isn't hungry herself--and she knows why she isn't going to be--but Tyr can't just brush it off. "Fine or not, we both heard it. Is there anything here...?" She isn't expecting the apartment to have much when nobody even lives here. Some canned goods, maybe...

[blackshadow]

He shakes his head slowly. "I tried to clear the food out after we left..."

And now that he thinks of it, there isn't much of their own clothing here... They can wear other people's clothes, but...

The hallway. His face pales as he remembers.

"We need to get cleaned up anyway--I need to clean up," he tells her as he scrambles off the bed. "Sorry..."

[negativegate]

It's as much as she expected, then...

Any thoughts of what do to for Tyr banish pretty quickly when she sees the look on his face, and she starts to move, too. "Hey, Tyr-" If he's cleaning up, she might as well... Looking down, she does register that her clothing is pretty bloodstained. What the hell happened to her?

[blackshadow]

He wants to clean up before she figures that out. There was so much blood - splatters on the walls and floor, two pools of blood, and his own clothing is stained with her blood too. She can't go outside the room until he cleans it.

Without any hesitation, though, he stops when she calls to him.

"Rita?"

[negativegate]

"We should both clean up," she answers, voice subdued. At least it wasn't a repeat of earlier--yesterday--when she tried to stop him from leaving and he wouldn't listen.

[blackshadow]

But he's still stubborn. "No--this is my place; I'll clean up..."

He's almost surprised how quickly he says that (which, really, is a little unnatural) instead of stumbling over the truth.

[negativegate]

"Huh?" Even putting aside how fast his reply is, for a moment, she's confused. "You mean..."

Oh...of course. The blood won't just be on the two of them. Wherever she died--in the hallway, she thinks...

"...I'll still help," she finally says after a long pause.

[blackshadow]

"You don't have to..." There's a quake of uneasiness in his voice. He doesn't want her to see--he should have cleaned up earlier, but he couldn't leave her.

He doesn't think she'll just back down from this either. If she really wants to, he'll let her.

[negativegate]

"It's okay--I know...I know." She knows what's out there... She isn't leaving him to clean it all up by himself, not when he's the one who was just crying.

[blackshadow]

If she did, he'd probably cry again... Even if he'd deny it just like he would now with his eyes rimmed in red. It just feels...wrong to make her clean up her own blood... She shouldn't have to face that kind of pain.


Still, he nods slowly and looks way from her. "If you're sure..."

[negativegate]

She doesn't really want to see it, but she knows there's no hiding from the fact that she died there. And with how close they are, it feels even more wrong to Rita to make Tyr face it by himself.

So she climbs off the bed and stands in front of him, answering with a little more certainty, "I am. Let's go."

[blackshadow]

"All right..." he mumbles after a little silence. At least one of them is strong--and it should be him--but she doesn't know what it looks like. What it felt like to see her...

He reaches out to take her hand and tries to look strong with his head high and his voice soft but steady. "Thanks..."