ghostlocked: a fucking line in the sand dude (misc • you gotta draw)
Harlan Halliday ([personal profile] ghostlocked) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs 2018-12-27 04:31 am (UTC)

Harlan Halliday | closed to Michael | cw gore, blood, death

[Harlan teleports into Michael's kitchen and stumbles backward into the counter. For a brief moment, he thinks he'll be able to stay on his feet long enough to get to the table, but then his legs buckle and, nope, we're done with standing. He has enough strength to lower himself gently, at least. He slides down the counter until he's sitting on the floor and... bleeding. All over the place. Fuck, Michael's going to have to clean this up by himself. Maybe he shouldn't have come here.

But, no, this was the right move. He doesn't have enough magic left to use Telepathy now that he's used Teleport, and if he hadn't teleported, he'd be dead already. Michael would be left wondering. Fuck that.

He tries to lift his hoodie to get a better look at what that thing did to him, but the fabric must be embedded too deep; trying to move it hurts like hell. He can see and feel enough to know it's bad, though. He knew it the second its beak caught him. There's no coming back from this. He's already lost a dangerous amount of blood.

Michael should still be home, but given that he hasn't shown up yet, he must not have heard Harlan come in. He can manage a quick Message, he thinks, so he gives it a try:]


I'm in the kitchen. Come here, but don't freak out.

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