Alaric lay on his bedroom floor, with cold hands, a bruised cheekbone, and probably a concussion. He couldn't see properly and wondered if this was really the end. Well that was disappointing. Rick simply thought. He'd at least assumed that he'd figure his feelings out for Skye by now. He felt his pill bottle still in his back pocket. All that for nothing.
Skye slumped, trying not to gag on the taste of blood in his throat. I need something to get rid of the blood… he thought, suddenly running off in another direction. He knew he couldn't go home like this. Only select members of the organization actually knew why Alarez kept him around.
Alaric thought about what he'd do if he had longer to live. Though all he pictured was him and Skye. Rick thought about splashing each other with water in the ocean, them becoming regulars at the diner, and hey– maybe this whole territory business would go away and they wouldn't be scared all the time. He thought about what it'd be like to watch the life leave his and Skye's fathers' eyes.
Skye froze, letting his mental powers expand a moment. "Horrible timing Alaric…" he said, running down the next alley. His feet carried him faster and faster in Alaric's direction.
Rick's mind was definitely playing tricks on him now. The corners of his room curved inwards, and the walls seemed to bulge. He lay on his side, blinking and seeming colours pass by. He'd imagined his death to be a lot more violent, but then again- he was just being overdramatic. I wish Mom were here. Alaric thought to himself, and for a minute, the smell of her cigarette smoke filled his lungs, and he swore he heard a woman laughing.
Skye made it to the mafia house where Alaric was pretty quickly. Hopping up to the roof it didn't take long for him to locate Alaric's room. Slipping in through the window of the adjoining bathroom, and quickly dunking himself under the tap and taking care of the worst of the blood he was out the door and by the other's side. "Alaric are you alright??"
(Sorry, Had to eat!)
Alaric heard someone's voice. Was it mom's? The sound shifted from one ear to the other. His voice was heavy with fatigue, and he strained his eyes. "I'll be…there soon," Alaric said to the air in front of him.
(np ~~dont apologize for takin care!!)
Skye's face turned to complete worry as he swore under his breath. "C'mon pal, I need you to hang on.." he said, laying hands on the other for a strengthening spell.
(Sorry for being slow, we're watching Monk.)
(np im watching old pewdiepie videos)
Alaric thought he recognized the voice, or– the words. It sounded like the EMT who brought him to the hospital a few years back. "You said that, last time." He muumbled.
"Last time? What last time?" asked Skye, muttering the words for the strengthening enchantment, knowing that it should give Alaric's body the strength to heal quickly.
"You were here." He sighed, and the room got darker, but he could feel his hands, "When I OD'd." Alaric swallowed the taste of blood and coughed. All he could see was a figure– a blurry outline of something moving.
Skye frowned, "Yeah, I remember that…" he said playing along. "Now, can you tell me how're you feeling right now?" he asked, trying to keep worry out of his voice as he let the spell wash through the other, knowing it'd speed up his healing abilities by a lot.
This time the words were clearer, and he knew he wasn't going to die, which was– bittersweet. His vision had partially returned. Alaric grunted and lifted his head, feeling the delicate petals of flowers touching his hair. "Skye?" He questioned, still unsure of what he was seeing.
Skye smiled, sighing in relief that his spell had worked. "Yeah… yeah it's me.." he said, unable to hide relief in his voice. "What happened?"
Alaric hoisted himself up to what looked like to be a sitting position. "Dad." He simply said, then remembered the flowers– that meant he had been bleeding. He touched the back of his head, feeling for where he'd thought to be a wound. There was nothing.
Skye looked at the flowers around them, and gave him a questioning look. "I used a spell that would speed up your natural healing processes temporarily.." he said, hoping he wouldn't freak at the bloodstains on his clothes, hands, and face.
(sorry had to eat lol)
"Mhh, you're full of surprises." He almost laughed, but he knew his headache wouldn't allow it. He noticed himself looking at Skye again. Noticing the blood on him. It wasn't his, and he knew better than to ask questions. He remembered what he'd thought about when he thought he was dying. Alaric obviously couldn't tell him that, but it was nice to think fate had willed him to survive. He smiled bashfully, "I'm always dying, aren't I? Maybe this will be like a regular thing for us.."
Skye sighed, "I know you can see it… the blood…" he said, "You may as well ask, since you'll probably see it again." he got up and headed for the bathroom, turning on the tap. Cupping his hands he drank then spit out the water, bloodstained every time, severl times till finally he drank it, gulping it down. Finally scrubbing the rest off of him.
(Sorry, I just got left home alone for the night and I will be alone till after nidnight.
"We all got issues." He called to Skye down the hall, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I won't ask questions." Alaric tried to stand, "But if you need something… a drink, or many, for me to listen. I can do that for you. You've done a lot for me."
Skye sighed, pulling off his hoodie, disgusted by the blood. "I hate to be rude.. but I… I can't stand the fact that my father keeps using me to kill…"
Standing, Alaric decided, wasn't a smart decision. So he sat on the floor instead and gestured for Skye to sit down too. They were both weirdly calm about this. "How many times?" He asked, his voice a little scratchy.