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hadriel_logs2017-11-03 09:25 am
puzzlingly) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-11-03 09:25 am
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(open) i will never find a way to heal my soul
Who: Atem and peeps. Open mostly, specially to anyone in the in the clinic.
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.
november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law
「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.
It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!
Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」
november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota
「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.
Meh, just meh...」
november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)
「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.
Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」
Dammit!
「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.
november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law
「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.
It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!
Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」
november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota
「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.
Meh, just meh...」
november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)
「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.
Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」
Dammit!
「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」
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「Yes, no? Kind of? Gods know he tried once, but it was too late.」
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[It's the same attitude that had shut down his first attempt to have a conversation with Atem about the Null. People don't change overnight and Bakura attributes Atem's lassitude now more to pain and exhaustion than any desire to actually treat him as anything other than an enemy.]
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「Honestly? Bakura is reading him like an open book, not that Atem hasn't ever been anything but. This is who he is, he's not making any special effort to bother Bakura, he's too tired for that, maybe only his primal walls acting up against someone who's always be seen as the enemy, indeed.」
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Never mind. I'd probably have to hit you over the head with a brick before you realized. And as tempting as that is, you're a horrible whiner when you're hurt.
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「Hmm.」
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[Atem may not want to acknowledge it, but his behavior is very near to whining and Bakura isn't amused by it in the slightest. In his opinion the Pharaoh has acted pretty immaturely through the whole of his convalescence, though he doubts that Atem even sees it that way. Still, he can acknowledge, privately at least, that Atem's injuries are pretty severe. Even so, it doesn't mean he wants to listen to it.
Laying down a card of his own, Bakura idly attacks one of Atem's monsters, his interest in the duel fading as is his interest in the conversation.]
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You're not very good at sarcasm. Nor at Duel Monsters.
「Trap card, his attack doesn't go through.」
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[Because even though he recognizes that it's probably the exhaustion and pain talking, Atem's words have been needling at Bakura and he's tired of it. He's got other things he could be doing anyway, instead of this boring duel that he's not even giving his full attention.
Folding his hand, he places it on top of his deck.]
Fine. It's over. Happy now?
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「There is no victory smirk coming from this one, but a surprised, pained expression.」
Sorry...
「To tell the truth, he's not sure what he truly is apologizing for, for pushing him, for being a brat, for... having getting hurt, for being incredibly tired... for... he doesn't know, but something pushed him to blurt it out. This is not what he wanted, but what he wants is never going to come from Bakura.
Maybe he's apologizing because he forgot that too.
He collects his cards (slowly, carefully), avoiding the Thief's eyes and then, he stands, padding back to the stairs, he gives them a brief glance before climbing them, as if bracing himself for the pain. He doesn't look back once he he starts and doesn't stop until he's in his room.」
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It's not his problem, he tells himself. They're not friends; he cares about what happens to Atem only in its amusement value for him. Once Atem is fully back on his feet, they'll be even in terms of their injured convalescence and what they owe each other.]