YAN-PARA au master post

[earthflames]

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE BOX.

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[beautymark]

[has to take a deep breath, which kind of comes out a sob

but he's trying super hard not to melt down, so he just nods and grabs Archer's arm and runs. He figures he'll pick him up once they've gained a little ground.]

[tracings]

[And he follows, perhaps not as fast as Diarmuid would want, but at an impressive clip either way. Though he's bleeding still, a lot, even with his free hand pressed to the wound, and that's not really doing him much good. So after a while he gives a wry chuckle, looking down at all the blood]

...would you look at that.

[beautymark]

[ssstops

looks at blood

makes a really distressed face]

Don't die.

[something creepy: watching someone in terrified tears fight to keep a slasher smile off his face]

You can't do that, okay? I decided I'd save you.

[tracings]

Not planning on it.

[Archer's least favorite thing; knowing murder mode is seconds away]

[beautymark]

Okay...

[swallows once, trying to force the crazy down

He's doing that thing where he hyperfocuses on Archer in order not to see his hallucinations. The thing is, he has to pick him up now, so that's going to be harder to do. But they have to keep moving, so he just hefts Archer up and takes off again.

For now, there are no more gunshots.]

[tracings]

What the--

[Okay, wasn't actually expected to be carried. Actually, he feels mildly emasculated, but there sure is tons of blood all over Diarmuid now, so maybe this isn't bad?]

Hey, I'm fine! What are you--?

[beautymark]

You'll bleed out, idiot.

[they aren't going towards home anymore, though. They're just winding around trying to get out of the way.

Eventually D seems to think they've gone far enough though, because he slips into a narrow space between two buildings and puts Archer down.]

I think we have a few minutes...

[tracings]

...for what?

[To let him lick his wounds and soothe his injured pride?]

[beautymark]

For you to get settled. Take care of that wound as much as you can.

[D, apparently, is just going to leave him here.]

[tracings]

[...close enough. He shrugs off his jacket and lifts his shirt to check the damage, though he's half focused on Diarmuid]

And what are you doing?

[beautymark]

[He halts for a moment with a hand on the wall, fingers digging into the old mortar.]

...I'm going to go die so you won't.

[tracings]

[That? He looks actually angry about that]

Yeah? That sounds like a stupid idea if you ask me.

[beautymark]

They won't let me go! This is why you had to kidnap me in the first place!

[snippish? yes. but he's freaking out right now, so it's a given]

They know when I'm lying, so I'll just tell them that you don't know anything and when I die they probably won't bother hunting you down, if you go far enough away.

[tracings]

[He hates that hero bullshit. Hates it more than anything else, and there are a lot of things Archer hates.

It sounds good, doesn't it, putting everyone before yourself? It's downright great - makes the whole world seem like a better place because your ideals are making it so. Archer knows because he used to think that way, and he knows his brothers still do. Shirou because he's dumb and stubborn -- Kiritsugu because he doesn't have much else to hold on to.

A whole lot of good it did them. Kiritsugu had to go be a hero that day they lost their parents. He shot their father because there wasn't any other choice, because the only way to save two brothers was to fuck himself up and take a life.

Yeah, fuck that heroic shit.]

If they won't let you go, then make them! Don't try to be noble about it... you don't want to know what it'd do to Cu's head.

[beautymark]

I'd rather he be upset than dead! He'll be fine. He always just lets things bounce off anyway, right?

[tracings]

Pretty sure you're more important to him than most things.

[must not punch diarmuid must not punch diarmuid]

[beautymark]

You're the one that said you knew I couldn't kill them...

[tracings]

Yeah, I also said someone else could do it. I don't mind.

[100% serious because Archer is great at adhering to his "don't be a hero" thing]

[beautymark]

We don't have time for that. How are we supposed to get home?

[tracings]

Very slowly, most likely.

[beautymark]

[hfff]

You can do that on your own without pursuit.

[tracings]

Of course there's that detail...

[He grumbles, tying his jacket around himself in an attempt to keep his injury as closed as possible. It's... it's not great, but it works a bit]

Then you won't mind my running?

[beautymark]

Can you do it without dying?

[tracings]

Sure. I can still see straight.

[beautymark]

Get help for yourself, then.

[he's making to leave again! gotta go be a hero and die and all that]