forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

"I-I don't want to hurt you. If I remove it you might lose too much blood." He said. I don't want to hurt you more then I already have.. Adding this as an afterthought.

Macha exhaled a trembling breath. “And if we leave it lodged in there worse things could happen. The bone— it’s broken, it won’t be able to heal with the bullet there.” I trust you., she whisper-thought.

"I can try.." He said quietly, picking up a pair of tweezers and sterilizing them quickly, his hands steady. You shouldn't.. He thought as he slowly (i can't think of how to word this but he basically just stuck the tweezers in but gently)

(slid the tweezers in?)

Macha let loose a whimper of pain, fresh tears pricking her eyes. I’m the untrustworthy one here, Tyler. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

(yeah that works lol)
Tyler sucked in his breath as he started pulling out the bullet. You don't know me..not entirely..

She cried out, hands gripping the side of the couch. Her wing felt like it was on fire, it hurt so much. 3.14… Spiralling into a recitation of Pi to keep herself sane, she gathered enough concentration to reply to Tyler. You don’t know me entirely either. Tyler… I’m dangerous. I— I could end up killing you and I wouldn’t be able to control it. (she’s not a psychopath, you’ll see why later)

(ok)
But Macha..what happened here today..I almost did get you killed.. He felt tears falling down his face as he pulled the bullet from her flesh, exhaling deeply.

Macha strangled the scream of pain before it could erupt from her throat, breathing heavily. That wasn’t your fault. You didn’t call upon those men. You didn’t shoot at me. If anything, it’s my fault for not getting us both away quicker. Bkack spots dotted her vision, but she pushed herself into sitting position. “Needle. Medical thread.”, she croaked hoarsely. (Medical thread lmao. I have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m making things up as I go along)

(lol same, same.)
Tyler handed them to her quickly, sat with his leg out in front of him, and began cleaning his own wound less carefully. You don't realize..I didn't want to tell you, I don't want to tell you..

Macha gritted her teeth and began to sew the wound shut, chest heaving from pain, both physical and emotional. What do you mean? Her eyes met his, and they were a turmoil of emotions. Sadness, fear, exhaustion.

Tyler looked back down at his wound and began sliding the tweezers in. Those men..they were, well, are, after me. My mother was a..a Demon… He took a shaky breath. Very dangerous.. They found and captured her. She died not to long after they had taken her. So..what i'm trying to tell you is..i'm half demon. I can control it but..earlier it was hard.. He took a final breath and pulled the bullet out, immediately dropping the tweezers and gasping with pain, his eyes momentarily turning black. His head twitched violently and he gripped the side of the couch tightly, his breathing tight and forced.

(Morning)
(Whoah that’s so cool omg)
(And also an amazing coincidence because Macha is kind of sort of maybe possessed but she doesn’t know that yet)
(Her eyes do the black thing too, and she rises up into the air speaking bits of prophecy in ancient languages, starts flowing, and gold runes light up on her arms and forehead, and the cracks next to her eyes grow larger, and if anyone touches her during this, they explode)

“Tyler!” Macha lurched forward and hooked an arm under his to steady him, despite all the warning signs flashing through her brain. His black eyes bored into her, reminding her that her own eyes looked like that sometimes. Terror gripped her, but she still hung onto him. Tyler, are you in there?

(Morning!)
(Thx :)
(And whoooa that’s so awesome she’s like a thing that I can’t think of rn but that’s cool!)

Tyler’s pupils turned bright red and his teeth became fangs as he turned to Macha and snarled. Then all of a sudden he cried out and covered his mouth with his hand, terrified of himself. He stumbled to his feet and limped away from her, falling against the door. He occasionally growled and shook violently. He brought his knees up to his chest and put his head between them, breathing heavily.
Macha…

(Thanks)
(How are you?)

A strangled scream erupted from Macha’s throat and she pushed backwards, instinctively flattening herself against the back of the couch. Tyler clapped a hand over his mouth, and the look in his eyes gave her hope that he was still there. He stumbled to the door and pulled his knees up to his chest, shaking and growling. Heart pounding, she approached him tentatively. Tyler?

Tyler snarled at her once again then shrunk back into the wall, shaking his head. He started muttering quietly, saying things she couldn’t quite make out. “NO!” He screamed, and then fell still, his eyes closed.

(I’m pretty good)

“Tyler!” Macha didn’t care if he ripped her to shreds or ate her soul. She just shook his shoulders, desperation rising. Tyler wake up! Oh god please wake up— His eyes were closed. He was completely still. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod

Tyler gasped and shuddered, breathing heavily and shaking with sobs. "M-macha..Macha.."

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god Tyler oh my god—“ She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly, rocking gently back and forth. Her wounded wing dragged against the floor, half-stitched, needle hanging down, hurting like nothing she’d ever felt before, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Not when Tyler was crying. “It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m here, oh my god Tyler are you okay???” She shifted her non-wounded wings so that it was wrapped around him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.." He muttered it over and over again, holding on to her tightly.

She squeezed him so tightly she thought he might burst, the first tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. “Oh god Tyler don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, you didn’t— you couldn’t control it, I’m not hurt, oh my god are you okay??”

"I-I don't know…You don't have to stay here. I don't want to hurt you Macha.."

“There is no way in hell I’m leaving you right now. You’re not going to hurt me.” Macha pulled away from the hug, wincing as her wing dragged across the floor. “Let me help you finish cleaning up your wound, come on.” She shakily got to her feet, extending a hand to help Tyler up.