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 Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 6:09 pm
After a few days had gone by Bix felt more even. Much more grounded. He'd gotten at least more sleep and that was something. The albino had gone seeking Gale but he wasn't in his house. After inquiring around the Death Division it was no more than a few minutes before he'd heard 30 versions of what had gone down in Caelius' office. One thing was for sure, the surly Death lead was back. Bix peeked in the infirmary and was pointed in Gale's direction. The pit in his stomach once again threatened to eat him alive. Bix wasn't made for these sorts of conversations.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 6:55 pm
Two days. Two days he'd been in this infernal place, and two days he'd been trying to get out, only to be told he would have to stay here for quite a bit longer. Phrases like "We have to examine your hand more closely," and "There's quite a bit of extensive damage, we need to assess it" were bandied around.
"So ASSESS it already!" Gale yelled after yet another tech who refused to give him any information whatsoever. He debated throwing the clipboard attached to the end of his bed, but that would have probably been considered childish, so he settled for sulking instead.
He wanted to get out of this place. The sterility of the infirmary made him mildly nauseated, not to mention every time he opened his eyes he remembered what had happened, and what had distinctly not happened. His hand throbbed consistently, and while he could still move his fingers, each movement was shot through with pain, the medicine doing hardly anything to keep it at bay.
Needless to say, the week had not been pleasant. Gale gave a frustrated sigh, leaned back in his pillows, and did not hear the footsteps approaching until he idly turned his head and caught sight of white hair and red eyes.
Anxiety shot through his veins. He gripped the sheet with his good hand, suddenly feeling very nervous.
"...Bix," he said.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:52 pm
Bix heard Gale yelling before he saw him. Thankfully he wasn't anywhere too intensive. There was still anobvious reluctance to the albino hunter. The sterility of the place bothered him as well. The smell, the walls, the floor, all the shiny silver. The morgue bit at the back of his mind. Bix was working on it still, that particular bad memory. When he finally spotted Gale his stomach dropped further. Besides the blonde looking pissed, frustrated and uneasy, just the sight of him injured hit Bix with a slew of worry. He couldn't help it, really. "Hey Gale." Bix's smile was uneasy, partly due to the surroundings, but also the bad place their last encounter had left them in.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:59 pm
He wasn't exactly certain how to talk to Bix right at the current moment. Their last...encounter, for lack of a better word, had been far from pleasant, bordering on completely and totally awful. Gale could still see the hurt and the anger in Bix's eyes, could hear the sound of his voice as he yelled at him, the way his face had contorted. And somehow that was worse than remembering what Caelius had done.
Gale shifted a little in his bed, the sling his left arm digging into his shoulder blade uncomfortably.
"...hey," he said hesitantly, wondering why Bix was here and if he still hated him. He swallowed, felt stupid, and absently twisted the sheets with his good hand, making creases in the otherwise pristine white fabric.
"So, er...I guess you heard I got into a fight with Caelius and lost," he said, after a long moment of awkward silence.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:08 pm
Bix shuffled slightly at the bedside with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket. He was out of uniform, something he'd done more recently since his return. The archer was suddenly super conscious if he was supposed to sit or stand or what. After a clearly difficult moment of debate, he pulled over a chair and planted himself in it. Once the choice had been made Bix relaxed slightly, but only slightly. "Yeah well I actually went to your house and you weren't there. Only took 1 death hunter to tell me what happened, and then 10 more to flock over and tell me 10 other versions of what happened." He smirked. "There wasn't a passionate unrequited kiss involved in this fight was there? That version was weeeeeird." He tried to grin. Tried to joke. "We've all seen the business end of that scythe." His mouth quirked to the side."Kinda wish he woulda stayed dead just a bit longer."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:17 pm
Somehow it made him feel more relieved that Bix had chosen to sit down, rather than stand, because he felt as though it made it easier to talk, down on the same level. Not to mention it would require extra effort on Bix's part if he tried to run away. Though hearing that he had actually gone to his house made him feel just a teensy-weensy bit hopeful that maybe Bix wanted to fix things between them.
Gale grimaced a little. "No kissing, unless you count being used as a personal pincushion. "
Sighing a little, he shuffled a bit more on the bed, tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, counted to ten, and then exhaled slowly before looking at Bix again.
"I, um...well, I went to Mark to...ask about being the new Division Assistant," Gale mumbled, cheeks pinking a little. "Needless to say, we were more than a little interrupted by His Highness, King Cael, and the position has been filled by not me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 9:33 pm
Bix's eyebrows jumped, his mouth quirked, when he heard he went out for assistant. Of course he could see first hand what happened afterwards. "Well hey I think it's awesome you went though." Even if this was what happened. "Though I wouldn't like the idea of you being his right hand man." He leaned in, a serious look in his eyes. "Having to follow his orders to a T." Caelius' sanity was as questionable as the rest of them, if not more so. A silence then hung in the air for a moment. "Sorry I din't bring you anything." He filled in the gaps with small talk as best he could. Delay the inevitable. "I didn't really come out in expectation of seeing you in the infirmary. Do you need anything in here? Any idea when you're out?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:58 am
"Yeah, well..." said Gale, the smallest hint of a wry smile on his face before it disappeared, an expression of irritation replacing it as a hiss of pain escaped him. He'd unintentionally shifted, knocking into his arm in its sling.
"That was what got me 'fired' in the first place," he said, once he had tamped down the urge to scream in frustration. "My inability to follow Caelius's orders to a T. I refused to do something, he got mad, and voila. Stabbed in the hand by a bloody barrier dagger. The man needs to sort out his head, if you ask me."
Gale's eyes flickered towards Bix, pressing his lips together a little anxiously. The tension was awkward, palpable, and it made him feel just as bad as the wound on his hand.
"Bix, I'm sorry."
The words were blurted out, Gale's cheeks reddening. He turned away and looked down at the sheet, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again.
"I was a prat," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, Bix, I am."
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:28 pm
Bix had dropped his head momentarily, hunched at the bedside and staring at his lap, hands still firmly cemented in his hoody pocket. Gale said he was sorry and all Bix could do was flatten his mouth into a difficult line. The truth, deep down, was that he had wanted a bit of an apology from Gale. He had his own words to say, but he wanted Gale to say it too. Bix may have been better, but he wasn't quite the same inside. It didn't change them being best friends. It didn't change Bix trying to always make things okay, but it had changed his attitude towards his own feelings. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have.. been like that." Bix lifted his head. "I worry about you though." The lack of faith. The self deprecation. The self imposed distance, for whatever the reasons. "And its hard thinkin.. if I was really dead that you'd walk around with those feelings. Guilt and failure and loneliness." Bix sighed shakily. "None of us can promise not to die but I don't like the idea of anyone being like that on account of me."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 8:08 am
He felt like a monumental idiot, and the shame and embarrassment of everything he had said, everything he had shouted, was now sinking back into his mind like a black fog. Fighting with Bix felt, to put it simply, wrong. A part of Gale knew that the albino would no longer be the same person he once was, and though it would be a struggle to accept and to learn to work towards, he would just have to learn to deal with it.
Because that was how reality was. People changed.
"No," said Gale, and shook his head. His arm ached, throbbing unpleasantly down to his fingertips. "No, Bix, don't apologize. I was only thinking about myself. I was selfish, and I was upset and I shouldn't have said the things I did. I should have thought about you. It was pathetic of me."
His cheeks were burning. He gave a little shrug and looked down at his fingers.
"I guess I'm just sorta stupid that way," he said, and then gave a small, small smile, eyes flicking towards Bix again. "My problems are my problems, which, unfortunately, won't be going away anytime soon, thanks to Caelius."
"You're a good guy, Bix. A good man. And you deserve to be treated as such."
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 8:11 am
Bix scooted his chair closer, listened to Gale, and eventually despite a healthy pink tinge to his cheeks, reached and took Gale's intact hand in his own. He was ignoring how cheesy it was. He just wanted to. "You don't need some justification from a p***k." Bix said definitely. "I know you want to do better in Deus. Prove yourself or whatever. But.." He frowned, just looking at their locked hands. "You are strong. You're a good hunter. Don't let these things affect you so much. I just.." His lips twisted as he debated how to say it. "I want you to be a happy person. That doesn't always have to tie in with this work. Or rank or.. strength."
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:26 am
Gale flushed a brilliant shade of scarlet, but remained stoically silent and let Bix take his hand. It was not about that, anyway, but what Bix was actually saying.
He gave a small snort, in spite of himself. "There is, demonstrably, no such thing as being happy at Deus Ex Machina," he pointed out, with a look at the albino. But then his expression softened and he sighed, Jinhai silent inside of his mind.
"'Happy' is such a relative word. Sometimes I forget exactly what it means."
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 8:31 am
"It's hard." Bix frowned, "Especially here but... for me I find happiness in little stupid things. Having my friends around. Doing stupid s**t together, even if it's training or sparring. Laughing." He shrugged. "I'm my most miserable, when I'm alone." Bix shrugged and then slowly, withdrew his hands. Gale was bright red and he didn't want to embarrass him. He fiddled with the sheet instead. "Truth is that this is it.. for us.. forever. So we have to find something here to make us happy, even if its for a minute. Even if it's stupid and foolish." Bix gave Gale a grin. "I've tried to make a career out of stupid and foolish actually."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 6:58 pm
A faint smile was playing on the corner of Gale's lips.
"Just because you're stupid doesn't mean that you're not still my best mate," he said. "Personally, I like the 'little stupid things' that you're talking about."
His expression softened a little, shifting, and the strap of the sling dug uncomfortably into his shoulder.
"Now I just need to find something that will make me happy and we'll be good. Got any ideas - other than finding a 'lady friend?'" he added, with a pointed look at the albino.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 7:28 am
"Finding a man-friend?" Bix snickered and then instinctively ducked. Even if Gale's arm was wrapped up, he'd do it anyway. "We'll just have to hang out more. I want to have a Christmas get together... you in?" He didn't know yet that he'd be suffering JOY in a few days, but the result would be an awesome decorated room. "I'm trying to learn to cook so I thought I could do a meal or something."
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