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Who: Anakin, Maedhros + any poor soul who comes across the drunk Sith Lord.
What: His emotions have reached a critical point. Clearly alcohol is the answer.
Where: Near the store then wandering about at random in the city. ~~Please keep him from wandering off and dying in the wilds.~~
When: Right now, bb.
Warnings: There is probably going to be a lot of heavy subject matter. There is also a potential for violence depending on who finds him/tries to help.

He hadn't ever indulged in alcohol. Anything that numbed his mind or his powers was strictly off limits for a Jedi Padawan or a Jedi Master. As far as he was concerned he had damn well earned both titles and far more. Not that it mattered in Hadriel. No, this wretched place twisted his emotions and held him helpless against them.

If there was no one to fight; nowhere to run - not that he would run - then he was fresh out of good ideas. It had started with one sip from a rather large bottle and then the liquid had burned the back of his throat like fire. He began to crave it. As his mind became disordered, he began to think there was some hidden power within the brew. Perhaps there was since he had little to no tolerance for it.

Uneven laughter followed by erratic, unexplainable rage emanated from the young man as he picked himself up, still holding the bottle and wandered the streets. Inanimate objects were his first victims, but that wouldn't last. They were not nearly entertaining enough and he didn't feel he was accomplishing anything by bending them; warping them.

Rolling his shoulders, he took another generous sip from his new bottle companion and found himself turning onto a path that led to a familiar Elf house. Great. Just what he needed to show one of his only friends: his drunken self, who was somehow worse than his normal insane self.

Gritting his teeth, he slammed the bottle against a wall and watched the glass shards explode. His hand tightened around the still existent neck, crushing it too under his mechanical fingers. That too was pleasing.

But not enough. Nothing could satisfy him in Hadriel. Not nearly. Not completely. With a growl, he flung the remnants of glass far from him and crushed them underfoot, continuing on his way.

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Maedhros heard glass shattering nearby as he was on his way home from a patrol, and it sent him running just a few streets away. He had his sword out as a precaution, but when he turned one last corner, he paused in recognition.

There was something wrong with Anakin but still he felt no fear for himself. Only for the young Man who had gone through so much already. He slid his sword into its sheath and approached, hands loose at his sides.

"Anakin?" He knew the touch of alcohol, and the effects on certain beings. Even Elves, if a strong enough brew was ingested. "Were you looking for me?"

Curses in several alien dialects filled his mind and panic only made the flames of his anger climb higher. Against all reason, Anakin turned, glowering at the Elf who had given him the most comfort; the most understanding.

"No!"

Yes, but I don't want you to see me like this. Then again, it's not like I have anyone else to talk to about...everything. They would be disgusted!

He stumbled into Maedhros's path, fists clenched at his sides.

"Just go home. It'll end better for you."

"I do not care what is best for me," the Elf responded mildly, yet with a glint of steel in pale eyes. "Nor do I care how you look."

Maedhros took advantage of the stumble and swiftly picked the Man up and slung him over a shoulder, ignoring any hint of lost dignity or very real chance of the back of his clothing becoming soiled should Anakin's stomach rebel in a bad way.

Only a second's thought as to where to go had him turn and head for one of the tunnels he knew bore monsters. Anakin was angry, and taking it out on beasts might help a bit. "I do hope you have your sword with you, my friend. Where we go, you will need it."

"I noticed - !" he didn't catch said steely glint in time - or he was too drunk to recognize it. A hard laugh followed the second statement, leaving him breathless and light-headed when he was picked up. Though the world was spinning, his stomach, as of yet, was behaving itself - and, for that, he was grateful.

Besides which he had a rather nice view from this angle of a certain Elvish backside. Only a fool would complain, but his attraction to said image made the need for alcohol resurface. Damn it! What was I supposed to do?! We were both tricked and -

Hell, he couldn't really regret anything that had passed between him and Maedhros. Padmé might never understand but he was beginning to realize that she might never stand beside him as he completed his Empire. And oh did that hurt.

"Yeah." he grumbled and summoned his lightsaber into his hand, not igniting it. For Maedhros's sake, of course. The Elf was impossibly stubborn, yet...

Good to him. Good for him. Anakin would find a way to thank him later.

Either way hardly mattered. They were going where Maedhros chose, and Anakin didn't even attempt to squirm free. The Elf kept a steady hand on the Man's knees, making certain he wouldn't be dropped or slammed into anything even accidentally.

"Have we not seen each other at low points? I have no right nor reason to judge. And no desire to. I trust you even now to protect my back against beasts which wish us ill."

And the fact that Anakin hadn't lit his lightsaber upon calling it to his hand gave further proof that he was right in his trust of this Man. Short minutes pass before he gently sets Anakin back on his feet, and Maedhros kept a hand on him until he was certain Anakin regained his balance.

Then gave him a fierce grin. "Ready?"

He knew there was always a possibility that Maedhros might betray him. Obi-Wan had, after all. But he thought, depressingly, that if the Elf did, it wouldn't matter. He would consign himself to whatever fate Maedhros determined for him and hope it sent him back to his galaxy.

Deep down, however, he trusted the Elf wouldn't. He felt the hand steadying him and he heard the words that brooked no judgement. With his eyes closed, he endured the rest of the journey without being sick. Then he was set down, which made his world spin again.

Still the hand kept him from falling; from hurting. He opened his eyes and even managed a broken smile.

"More than ready." he ignited his lightsaber with a loud hum and sought out shadows or the hints of movement. With his attention refocused, he moved swiftly and with far more grace after his quarry. Maedhros's back would indeed be covered; no alcohol would impede that!

They had both faced betrayal and lived through it, somehow. Physically. Maedhros didn't want to betray Anakin. If he did, he felt he would be betraying himself.

He nodded sharply, approvingly, and drew his sword, moving with a grace that mirrored Anakin's. He saw that focus and was glad for it as he gestured at a faint track leading deeper into the tunnels. This was more for Anakin's benefit, so he would follow where the Man led now.

They had betrayed themselves enough. Far too much, actually. Anakin glanced back to spy Maedhros's movements. The track was easy to follow and that could only mean one thing: the monster wanted to be found. With a manic sort of smile, he met the darkness, his yellow-gold eyes glowing in the shadows. The color of them was unnatural and some might say sickly, yet they proved effective as Anakin finally found the beast they sought.

Deep growls filled the tunnel - as well as the sound of massive claws batting at the walls, searching for them. Anakin ducked under one of the massive feet and leapt for the monster's back.

A monster that wished to play? Maedhros wasn't one to disappoint, especially with an able warrior at his side.

The change in Anakin's eyes worried him as the sense of Darkness deepened around him when he saw the yellow sheen. All he could do was support the Light in the Man's heart, and be there to catch him. And give him an outlet when the pain grew too much to bear.

He needed little light - that of Anakin's lightsaber proved enough, meshed with his senses and he dove to avoid a tail before driving the blade into beastly flesh.

Over here! He seemed to say to the beast, using no words, only a teasing mockery of a dance. Let Anakin make the worst wounds and spend his strength.

Just what they ordered, right? Anakin was unaware of how his eyes had changed - at least in the moment. He felt the Darkness rising within him, making him stronger and that was all that mattered as he scaled the monster's back. Maedhros's ploy made him smirk and he spun his lightsaber quickly, striking deep within the beast's hide with each blow. Howls of agony greeted him when he finally cut through the armored scales.

But it was far too early to celebrate. The monster suddenly stood on its hind legs and shook itself. Violently. Anakin gripped on as hard as he was able, yet the piece of scale he clung to broke loose from the rest and sent him careening into a cavern wall. The impact was jarring and if he had been too drunk to focus before - he was not so anymore. That and he was in pain. A lot of it.

"Bastard..." he rolled himself out of the way of a back foot, coughing as he fought for breath. Lifting a hand, he concentrated on the beast's massive throat and slowly began to constrict it with the Force. The Darkness in the cavern would deepen to the purest black and Anakin no longer looked...human. Or like himself at all.

Edited 2017-05-01 01:27 (UTC)

Exactly. Anakin might not be aware of the change, but Maedhros was. He answered the smirk, letting the Man have his dark fun and ignored the sounds of pain the beast made. They didn't matter.

But when Anakin was thrown, he slashed with his sword to make the beast back up and forget the Man. He didn't shirk from carving into tender flesh before pausing, watching as the creature's throat visibly shrank.

Feeling the Darkness around him, he took a steadying breath and slipped over to Anakin's side, not quite touching. "And would you let it leave this life so easily?" Not that being strangled to death was easy...

The monster roared, bleeding from numerous wounds. However even that protest was denied him when Anakin began to choke him. His eyes were a fiery gold and his expression was blank of anything even resembling empathy. His fingers tightened and the monster began to thrash, clawing at the invisible opponent cutting off his breath.

"..." Anakin frowned at the voice, lost in his anger - which so easily blended into hate. He gave his head a shake and lowered his hand, letting the monster collapse as it fought for air.

"No." he spit out a mouthful of blood and lifted his lightsaber again, "Shall we?"

The Elf watched the beast's thrashing with dispassion, unconcerned with the clear suffering. He gave his sword an absent flick, giving Anakin the chance to decide, to work through the hate and anger.

He gave his friend a cold grin and gave him a teasing bow with a sweeping gesture of his sword toward the beast. "After you." He would tend to Anakin's injuries after. There was time, and this Darkness had to ease off first.

"How kind." Anakin flashed a wild smile and dashed forward, favoring his left side - mainly his shoulder. But it didn't slow him down. Some other power was giving him strength, pushing him onward even as his body needed rest and healing.

He lifted his lightsaber and drove it into the monster's neck, burning his way through the scales. The beast thrashed and Anakin's smile transformed into a brutal grin.

"Take a piece while you can, Maedhros!"

It didn't go unnoticed. Maedhros was two steps behind, deftly sticking to Anakin's left side. A fierce fire lit his gaze and he smirked, letting his sword slash out to carve a scale free.

"This beast is yours, Anakin. I claim only a scale for myself." He kicked the beast's side to ensure it was dead before bending to pick his trophy up.

Then he turned to his friend to see what he wished to do next.

He laughed, the sound ringing chillingly as, at last, the light from the monster's eyes dimmed. He removed his lightsaber and stumbled back a few steps, breathing erratically.

"My shoulder is dislocated. You're going to need to push it back in." that and he had accidentally bit - hard - into his tongue when he impacted with the wall. But that bleeding had more or less stopped though his tongue was throbbing like mad.

The chill of the laugh only settled the fire in Maedhros. He flicked blood from his sword, walking after Anakin as he smoothly sheathed the blade. He could hear the difference in voice and pulled some tough cloth free, offering it to the Man. "Bite down on this," and reached for elbow and shoulder. He waited until Anakin indicated he was ready before tugging the joint back into place with an easy that spoke of long practice. And followed it by binding Anakin's arm into place.

He took the cloth between his teeth without question, preparing himself. This likely wasn't his first dislocation, but they were never pleasant or easy to endure - though he preferred them to losing limbs. Obviously. Gritting his teeth, eyes closed tightly, he nodded his assent and promptly...

Yelped. Who could blame him?

After his arm was bound, he spit out the cloth and inhaled shakily.

"I'm sober... I'm sober..."

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