forum Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Bridge's eyes widened and he reached out to touch Scipio's shoulder lightly. "Are…are you - Scipio?"

Scipio didn't respond, but woke with a start about a minute later, panting quietly.

Bridge hadn't moved his hand, and froze when Scipio woke, no idea how he would respond. "Are…are you okay?"

"Yeah… m'fine…" Scipio seemed to either not notice or not care that Bridge was touching him. "Don't worry about that. It happens sometimes."

"Okay…" He agreed hesitantly, dropping his hand to the bench. "Does it…happen often?"

"Depends. Some days I'm more violent to the guards than others. The tazing isn't typically their first response honestly. More of a last resort if I don't settle down. So yeah, it happens about… dunno, few times a month?"

"Oh." He said, folding his legs up tighter against himself, almost a protective movement. "Do you think…think they'd ever do it to me?"

"I doubt it. You're not violent." Scipio decided to mimic Bridge's position, folding his arms on top of his knees. "They wouldn't need to subdue you since you're already submissive. That's what I'm here for."

"Oh. Okay." He breathed a small sigh of relief before looking over to Scipio. "Do you…do you ever want to leave?"

Scipio shrugged. "I'd be stupid if I didn't. It's not too bad here, though. Just kinda boring. That's one reason why I pick fights; to make things more interesting. I'm also just a violent person."

"That…makes sense," Bridge decided, then pressing his lips together in silence.

"Sometimes they let you out for group stuff, but I'm not allowed. There were… uh… a few too many casualties for their liking. I gotta stay in the cell usually."

"Do you lose track of…time?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Definitely. Most days are just about the same. Some people do the tally mark thing, but most of us just stop thinking about it. I have no idea what day or year it is."

"It's…it was November 30th yesterday. 2019," Bridge responded, glancing at the walls. True enough, there were zero tally marks of any kind.

"Mm…" Scipio was quiet for a moment. "Sometimes you fall into a false sense of reality. Some of us end up occasionally hurting ourselves just to make sure we're still alive and this isn't some dream." He pulled up one sleeve, revealing a few rough scars.

"Don't…you shouldn't do that," He said softly, straightening his head. "Where did you even…get the knife?"

"No knives. They make sure I can't get them. Teeth or nails, usually. Sometimes the corner of this bench works." Scipio examined the scars, a vaguely distant look in his eyes.

"Don't…do that." Bridge looked up at him, getting his attention. "Please."

Scipio looked over at Bridge calmly. "Would you rather do it? I still need to maintain some sense of reality." He held his wrist out to Bridge, completely serious.

He shook his head quickly. "No. I don't - I don't want to hurt you."

Scipio shrugged nonchalantly. "Your choice." He started to dig his fingernails into his skin.

Bridge winced a little, even though it wasn't his own skin being cut. He reached out to grab Scipio's arm, drawing it gently away from his wrist. "Please…don't do that."