"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
okay, not particularly helpful but there's clearly something more going on here, and he's going to prioritize that over trying to pin down the specific timeline for now. )
You're at your house? Want some help getting to sleep?
[ Somehow, he manages to crawl, writhing on the floor to unlock the door.
Ari will find him just inside, naked and covered in bright red trails from intense scratching. He’s quivering, eyes wide and soaking wet. Curled into a ball in between frantic scraping of nails along his abused skin. ]
( he drops down beside junpei, hand extended as if to touch him, but then pausing like he's thinking better of it. there's a chance, possibly, of it being contagious. )
Okay, I'm going to just — ( his fingers hover, tracing over the length of junpei's spine, searching for the source of his discomfort. ) — gonna try something.
( his palm rests carefully on junpei's lower back, fingers now splayed lightly. a faint coolness emanates from his fingertips, a subtle wave that creeps outward, seeking to seep into the knotted muscles beneath. )
[ Briefly, his body tenses up. It’s unclear at first if it’s in pain or something else, but after another gasp there’s relaxation. Limbs draping on the floor, eyes closing. ]
Just distracted your brain for a bit. Gave it something else to focus on.
( he smoothes his palm along the line of junpei's spine just to be sure. as far as he can see, there's nothing noticeably off about him, but then that doesn't mean that there isn't something wrong. )
[ The hand grip is weak, getting to his feet while wobbling like a newborn fawn. He’ll stumble and fall against Ari’s side, the smallest frightened gasp escaping. ]
( but maybe walking isn't the best idea right now. ) Hold on tight. ( and, before junpei can protest he's dipping lower. hands slide beneath junpei's knees and back, then junpei's hoisted up, up, up and settled against aristaeus' chest. )
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cw: parasites/body horror
They’re scratching.
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How long has this been going on?
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Quentin stopped them. Mahito stopped them.
But they came back. They’re back. Everywhere. Under my ribs. Out! Out! They took my scalpels!
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okay, not particularly helpful but there's clearly something more going on here, and he's going to prioritize that over trying to pin down the specific timeline for now. )
You're at your house? Want some help getting to sleep?
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Get them out? Come get them out! All my knives are gone!
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Please. Please Ari.
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cw: self harm
Ari will find him just inside, naked and covered in bright red trails from intense scratching. He’s quivering, eyes wide and soaking wet. Curled into a ball in between frantic scraping of nails along his abused skin. ]
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( he drops down beside junpei, hand extended as if to touch him, but then pausing like he's thinking better of it. there's a chance, possibly, of it being contagious. )
Okay, I'm going to just — ( his fingers hover, tracing over the length of junpei's spine, searching for the source of his discomfort. ) — gonna try something.
( his palm rests carefully on junpei's lower back, fingers now splayed lightly. a faint coolness emanates from his fingertips, a subtle wave that creeps outward, seeking to seep into the knotted muscles beneath. )
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[ Briefly, his body tenses up. It’s unclear at first if it’s in pain or something else, but after another gasp there’s relaxation. Limbs draping on the floor, eyes closing. ]
… what … what did you do?
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( he smoothes his palm along the line of junpei's spine just to be sure. as far as he can see, there's nothing noticeably off about him, but then that doesn't mean that there isn't something wrong. )
Remind me again how long this has been going on?
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[ His eyes only open a crack. He’s exhausted. Sleep has been hard to come by. There’s more he wants to say, but words can’t really form. ]
Feels good. T-thank you …
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No problem. Now — ( he offers junpei his hand. ) — let's get you to bed.
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S-sorry …
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( but maybe walking isn't the best idea right now. ) Hold on tight. ( and, before junpei can protest he's dipping lower. hands slide beneath junpei's knees and back, then junpei's hoisted up, up, up and settled against aristaeus' chest. )
Now, which way to the bedroom?