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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:38 pm
The noise that came out of Richard’s throat was a clear sign that the meds were working, and the way his crimson gaze rolled around the room in an almost panoramic manner before finally reaching Krishna would tell him that his window to talk to the man was very small, and getting smaller by the second. He gave a chuckle, seeing Krishna’s anger but unable to comprehend the depths of it. The candy striper was chased out too quickly for Richard to stop her, as by the time he rose his hand, the door was slammed shut, and he whined. “No… that wasn’t… very nice, Krishna…”
He was clearly sedated, though he remembered little of it. The moment Krishna and Daran left, he had found it hard to breathe and may have complained about it, and whatever they gave him was quick, and strong. So strong that he wasn’t able to comprehend the candy striper’s question and simply bobbed his head up and down. He figured she was just going to do some medical work and he’d leave her to that… and that sitting on the bed was part of whatever it was she needed to do. So Krishna’s anger confused him, but there was no time to dwell on it. Not when his friend became so very, very serious… When Krishna said ‘we will’, he knew he meant it, and Richard tried his best to overcome whatever drugs was running through his system, staring at Krishna as though he had grown a few heads and giving him his full and undivided attention.
“Mmm… asking questions… what’s to know more, but I keep telling him no… keep pretending I don’t remember. Guess that’s not gonna work anymore, hm?” Richard fancied himself a guess, thankful that Krishna had closed the door. Anyone else getting involved would have been bad, very bad… though, with Daran getting involved, had it not hit rock bottom? What could he do? He knew what he should have done, and he let out a sigh, not realizing just how close to sleep he had become in such a short amount of time. Were they still pumping it in him? Dammit… “We… could… recruit him. Tell him everything then…”
He couldn’t move it too much without pain, even with the meds being pumped in him, but he rose his bandaged hand to look it over. He didn’t want to believe what he was suggesting… and he couldn’t. He couldn’t. Not like Lucca. Never again like Lucca. “If… it was Brahma, would… you do it? Could you?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:39 pm
The rainbow-haired man nodded as he listened to Richard’s summary of events. He stood near his partner’s bed, but did not sit or move to do so. Instead, he offered his own thoughts, “No. He will not accept that lie any longer. Vengeance is his right, Richard. If we recruit him, it will be his.”
‘If...it was Brahma, would… you do it? Could you?’
Krishna’s breath caught in his throat at the mention of his younger brother. He wanted to point out that it was not the same. Aside from Daran, Richard still had his father. Brahma was the florist’s only remaining family. Brahma was also far younger than Daran, did not have any need, or right, for vengeance the way that the bluenette did. He was nothing if not honest with himself, however. The truth was that despite the differences… he understood Richard’s hesitation only too well.
“No.” It was a heavy admission, and one that made the Indian look down to his friend’s bandaged hand. The Negaverse gave a Dark Gift, and as with all gifts… there was a price to pay in acceptance. He did not merely want to keep Brahma out of the ranks he himself had joined. Krishna had known what he was joining and still did not regret doing so. There had never been a better vehicle for his revenge, and he would never have had Richard’s friendship without their climbing the ranks together. No, he wanted to keep his younger brother out of the war in general, to keep him safe. Who was he to argue with his friend, for wanting the same? “It will be hard for him. Are you certain?”
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:39 pm
Only after he had asked the question did he realize just how much of a low blow that was, but what said was said. He could not take it back, and nor would he, because he knew that it was the only way of getting his point across. The drugs were definitely winning, but Richard fought the growing desire to sleep, at least for a little while longer. He continued to stare at his bandaged hand, his branded hand that he would be expected to carry as a mark of shame among his own kind… a brand that, even now, he had no regrets in accepting. “Daran’s strong… far… far stronger than I ever could be. Even with the dark gift given to me… he’s strong. He’ll be alright…”
Finally, he lowered the hand down and set his head against the pillow, closing his eyes briefly but refusing to drift to sleep. Now he didn’t want to, because his mind kept wanting to wander to those memories he tried to lock away. He didn’t want to think about shoving his hand into his brother’s chest and pumping chaos into him… he didn’t want to think about having his brother’s starseed within his grasps, ever. He could remember the pain he felt when Lucca’s shatter, penetrating through the depths of his mind and forcing him awake once more. The pain was short lived, but it was there, and he lashed out with his bandaged hand, grabbing any part of Krishna that he could reach and only feeling comfort when he felt his friend’s skin against his own, as meager as that was.
“Krishna… I can’t. And… neither can you…” The relief he felt when he grabbed onto Krishna’s arm was a double-edged sword, as the moment he found his anchor, he felt himself finally drifting. Drifting further and further away… but he wasn’t afraid. Krishna wouldn’t do it. Even if it was for the best. Even if they were ordered to, he couldn’t bring his brother into this… the Negaverse couldn’t handle two Moreaus.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:40 pm
Krishna listened to his normally chatty partner struggle through his speech, but of more concern was the desperate, seeking motion of his hand. Richard stilled when he made contact with the florist’s bare arm, and his friend made no motion to move him away.
“As you wish.” It was all Krishna could say to offer his friend peace. His word was his bond. He would not corrupt Daran...even if he believed it the better option. He understood the concern his partner showed over his twin, and he would not debate him further. Unable to pull up a chair due to the hold Richard had, the Indian instead sat on his partner’s bedside and prepared to hold vigil. As promised, he would never be alone again.
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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