YAN-PARA au master post

[earthflames]

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE BOX.

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[beautymark]

...Shall we see?

['cause I think throttling you sounds good right now]

If you die, it'll make things so much quieter in my head...

[plotarmor]

...I guess.

[a pause - well, his dying would probably hurt others, though...]

But it'd probably hurt Cu, too, you know.

[beautymark]

So? I'll kill him too one day. He knows that.

[plotarmor]

And you're okay with that?!

[beautymark]

Not at all.

[Crazy mode is definitely in full swing. His gaze darts around, taking in a million little moving things that only he can see, and his voice is beginning to sound distracted.]

But it's inevitable. Losing him will be my punishment for everything else I've done. It's almost romantic.

[plotarmor]

[Somehow this is way weirder than having his ribs cracked]

Then stop it from happening!

[beautymark]

Can't. The ugliness doesn't go away. It's all walled up, but once it builds enough it'll leak through the cracks in me and everything will rot.

[suddenly he's almost entirely distracted, watching one of his hands and moving it as if it's covered in something thick and sticky that he's playing with]

[plotarmor]

[WE'RE....WE'RE GOING TO TRY DRAGGING OURSELVES AWAY A LITTLE BIT]

...I don't think things really work like that, you know.

[beautymark]

[doesn't even notice...]

Yes well you're stupid, aren't you? Blood Rose is a demon that eats my heart. Hearts don't grow back, you know. It nibbles, even when we're not looking at it.

[and then looking right at Shirou]

Ah, your bubbles are clearing up. They were full of veins...

[plotarmor]

[F R E E Z E S . . . ]

...bubbles?

[beautymark]

They're how the world looks with you in it. It's different for everyone.

[plotarmor]

O-Oh...

[EXPERIMENTAL SCOOT]

[beautymark]

[knife -> Shirou's leg]

Sit.

[plotarmor]

[RATHER NOT EXPECTING THAT, he bites his tongue in surprise and falls backwards, a very unhappy ginger]

[beautymark]

[sits and watches him closely!]

...I want to kill you. But I guess if I did it would give your brother license to kill me. I'm not ready to leave yet.

[plotarmor]

...guess I'm--

[a pause -- oh god is that blood in his mouth??? jfc]

--I'm not really ready to give up.

[Well, despite that, he offers Diarmuid a tired, bedraggled smile]

[beautymark]

[casually twists his knife]

I said I wouldn't kill you.

[erank]

[So, uh. He wasn't expecting to come home to the sound of Shirou screaming in a decidedly not-good sort of way. Yeah, you can hear that shit from down the dock, and it makes Cu come rushing in halfway to a fit of swearing]

I said just the arm, damn it!

[beautymark]

[oh no caught

instant guiltydog pout]

You said the leg.

[erank]

This is still way more than one limb!

[No, he doesn't really care if Shirou knows he gave Diarmuid permission to break a limb. Shirou is dumb but not dumb enough to completely miss the concept of manly consequences.]

Take the knife out of the kid and don't touch him.

[Yup, digging through the cabinets to find the first aid]

[beautymark]

[does as told immediately, and shies away from both of them too]

...

[plotarmor]

[Clearly relieved, Shirou flops on the floor, shivering when he does because everything fucking hurts.]

...put everything on the far left.

[To which Cu responds by slamming all the other cabinet doors shut and loudly grabbing all the shit in said cabinet]

[beautymark]

[just gonna... get his crutch and slink off to his room like a puppy that peed on the floor]

[erank]

[Hours pass before Cu finally pokes his head into Diarmuids room - setting and splinting Shirou's leg, patching up the knife wound, and making sure Archer didn't try to kill him again (because once a day is enough, and you're going to have to clean the blood up) takes time, and even then he's not entirely sure how to handle this.]

...so. What happened?

["Shirou was stupid" is a given, but he's fairly sure the kid didn't deserve THAT much]

[beautymark]

[He feels guilty. But he feels guilty because he doesn't feel guilty, as it were. He doesn't feel like what he did was undeserved, but he feels like he probably ought to and being in trouble is painful and no little bit terrifying.

So by now he's curled in a ball in the corner, anxious and twitchy and seeing more things than usual. He tries to look up and focus on Cu, but he can't keep his eyes in one place unless he closes them so it doesn't work out too well.]

He kept defending that man. Saying he's a good person...