[He's just sighing while looking through the racks of clothes ... He's so stubborn to change anything about his outfit. He likes his outfit. But he's freezing his tits off every damn day, so, maybe something should change.]
This bloody dirt road, the middle of fucking nowhere. Ice still shimmers off one of the carts - why hadn’t she fucking warned you that Lorenzo was a spell caster? - there’s shouts and screams and orders being barked through the air. You can’t see Nott. You can’t see Caleb, but you can hear someone yelling off, not too far away. What was her name? Keg? Is practically cowering, paralyzed with fear somewhere across the way.
You can see Beau, scrambling to? From? Somewhere. She’s going somewhere, but it isn’t-
Between you. a man. Lorenzo. You know his name. That he has your friends captured, somewhere. Somehow. You have to stop him, and,
It’s too fucking close is what it is. She’s bleeding too. You’re bleeding, the eye on your hand is dripping, making holding your sword a little difficult and you think
Fuck
There’s the brief flash of bright pain you always feel when you use the Maledict, that’s familiar, but this time it digs a little too deep, it cuts too far and you’re on your ass before you can tell what’s happening.
Lorenzo turns to you, readying that nasty looking glaive
You can feel -
Blood splatters out of your mouth with the impact.
You grip at the blade at the end of the weapon - the part that’s not stuck eight inches deep in your chest - uselessly. the blood on your hands making it slick, the eye bleeding, and bleeding and bleeding—
It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt, is the thing you think to yourself, blade in your chest, back on the ground, looking up at this man - his boot on your stomach now, except of course. It hurts. You gasp for air, but there’s only more blood.
“An example it is.”
He looks down at you, leaning in close - as his hand tightens on the grip of his weapon it begins to twist. Excruciating pain. You’re dead. You’re dead and your brain, your heart, your betrayer of a body hasn’t quite caught the message yet.
Your mouth fills with blood again and you spit in his face. It hits with a splatter and he turns, only briefly, reaching up to touch it.
It’s cold today. It’s still morning, and it’s cold. snow is starting to fall. The man - Lorenzo - smirks down at you, wipes the blood from his face
“Respect.”
Then he twists the blade hard and you not so much hear as feel a crack.
[ He's just standing there, hand over the side of his coat on his chest where the the wound is under it. He doesn't look distressed, just ... distant. And then his eyes refocus quickly, shaking his head.]
[He just goes back to flipping through clothes, pulling down a loose, dark plain coat and sliding his more colorful one off, slinging it over one of the racks while he tries it on.]
Has to, doesn't it? Not much I can do about it for the moment. I-- Well, I tried pretending it wasn't real already. Didn't work too well for me.
... Maybe you can't do anything about it now, but you're alive right now too, aren't you? So it's not like it's hopeless.
[ he seems very sincere about this, because apparently he is invested in molly living? wow who would have thought boy accused of caring too much cares too much ]
... Well, good. [ now he is a little embarrassed, if molly does not actually need like. cheering on? so he looks away to try and change the subject ] ... The new coat looks good.
[ anyway! there will be no fashion talk in this bar, and a death for a death plays instead, though this one is not yamato's own so it's not quite the same. and also wow those are some funky creatures and zero explanation to them! it's cool molly isn't racist ]
[Excuse me? Did Taichi just get smooshed? What the fuck was that. What were any of those creatures. Molly just pauses in putting his regular coat on over the new one, blinking in - well, actual shock for a moment. And then looking down.]
He-- [ it comes out a little choked out, because wow! doesn't get any easier to relive! and also I forgot because I was doing 7 memory threads, but molly experiencing that memory would've felt something like a second heartbeat with his own that stops abruptly the second taichi falls down that cliff, like it's wrenched away. canon is gay, and yamato shakes his head; ] He was fine. He... survived it, somehow, but we didn't know for a while. That's all.
[ so it's fine! clearly. it's not the same because he didn't Really die, yamato just thought he did!! yay ]
Molly just seems sort of upset by the thing in general though, including the part where they found out he was alive again. Reaching over to just put a hand on his shoulder, gently.]
[Molly just makes a Concerned Face, patting him on the shoulder before he pulls away.]
You're doing the opposite of making a big deal of it, you know. Can still feel badly about things that turned out alright. Doesn't make the thing that happened less horrible, sometimes.
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I suppose. If I have to.
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"Have to"? [ he repeats, a little amused ] At least with the way the seasons are going, it'll only be for a week.
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[He says this, idly, but
It’s chaos.
This bloody dirt road, the middle of fucking nowhere. Ice still shimmers off one of the carts - why hadn’t she fucking warned you that Lorenzo was a spell caster? - there’s shouts and screams and orders being barked through the air. You can’t see Nott. You can’t see Caleb, but you can hear someone yelling off, not too far away. What was her name? Keg? Is practically cowering, paralyzed with fear somewhere across the way.
You can see Beau, scrambling to? From? Somewhere. She’s going somewhere, but it isn’t-
Between you. a man. Lorenzo. You know his name. That he has your friends captured, somewhere. Somehow. You have to stop him, and,
It’s too fucking close is what it is. She’s bleeding too. You’re bleeding, the eye on your hand is dripping, making holding your sword a little difficult and you think
Fuck
There’s the brief flash of bright pain you always feel when you use the Maledict, that’s familiar, but this time it digs a little too deep, it cuts too far and you’re on your ass before you can tell what’s happening.
Lorenzo turns to you, readying that nasty looking glaive
You can feel -
Blood splatters out of your mouth with the impact.
You grip at the blade at the end of the weapon - the part that’s not stuck eight inches deep in your chest - uselessly. the blood on your hands making it slick, the eye bleeding, and bleeding and bleeding—
It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt, is the thing you think to yourself, blade in your chest, back on the ground, looking up at this man - his boot on your stomach now, except of course. It hurts. You gasp for air, but there’s only more blood.
“An example it is.”
He looks down at you, leaning in close - as his hand tightens on the grip of his weapon it begins to twist. Excruciating pain. You’re dead. You’re dead and your brain, your heart, your betrayer of a body hasn’t quite caught the message yet.
Your mouth fills with blood again and you spit in his face. It hits with a splatter and he turns, only briefly, reaching up to touch it.
It’s cold today. It’s still morning, and it’s cold. snow is starting to fall. The man - Lorenzo - smirks down at you, wipes the blood from his face
“Respect.”
Then he twists the blade hard and you not so much hear as feel a crack.
Your eyes never shut.
And then it’s over. ]
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he still seems unsure what to say, though, staring at molly as he clenches his fist around the random sweater he was eyeing earlier ]
... Molly...
[ he doesn't finish his thought. what do you even say, after witnessing someone's own death from their point of view? ]
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... S'alright. I know about it.
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Does that really make it alright?
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Has to, doesn't it? Not much I can do about it for the moment. I-- Well, I tried pretending it wasn't real already. Didn't work too well for me.
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[ he seems very sincere about this, because apparently he is invested in molly living? wow who would have thought boy accused of caring too much cares too much ]
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Hey, I never said hopeless. [Adjusting the sleeves on the new coat a little.] Just complicated.
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[ anyway! there will be no fashion talk in this bar, and a death for a death plays instead, though this one is not yamato's own so it's not quite the same. and also wow those are some funky creatures and zero explanation to them! it's cool molly isn't racist ]
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... Is that what it looked like?
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[ so it's fine! clearly. it's not the same because he didn't Really die, yamato just thought he did!! yay ]
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Molly just seems sort of upset by the thing in general though, including the part where they found out he was alive again. Reaching over to just put a hand on his shoulder, gently.]
Sometimes things work out alright, yeah?
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... Yeah. Yeah, it did. Sorry.
[ is he apologizing for even having a reaction yes maybe ]
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Don't have to apologize for anything ... ?
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... I just... he's fine. I don't mean to make a big deal out of it. [ it feels kind of stupid to feel bad about it when he juuuust saw molly dying? ]
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You're doing the opposite of making a big deal of it, you know. Can still feel badly about things that turned out alright. Doesn't make the thing that happened less horrible, sometimes.
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[ he kind of-- sighs, rubbing at his face ]
Don't... tell Taichi you know? We haven't really talked about it.