Calibrations Spill-Over Post

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah, sorry...

[a small, breathy laugh is on the trails of his words, but he doesn't know if this is cute or... sad. without his distinguishing features or his aura, it's almost like he's empty, or just another boring human.

which is when he glances down and realizes, suddenly, that Tek isn't wearing something very important.]

Your necklace is gone.

[heresyandlace]

I know.

[he drags his eyes open and uncurls, straightening away from Robin, though he doesn't sit up. he only slides back from the edge of the nest, stretching out a little. he's either too uncomfortable to sit still, making room for Robin to join him, or both.

as he moves, his bones hurt. it's similar to what happens to him later--like his marrow is connected to kitestrings that are tugging in the wind somewhere far away.]

You don't need to remind me.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Did something happen?

[the question is too honest, maybe in response to how harmless Tek seems without the venom of his monstrous energy to fuel him. he realizes a second later that he'd rather not have asked anyway, and shakes his head.]

Nevermind. It doesn't really matter.

[so he follows him into the nest. more than that, he lays out next to him and gathers the other up in his arms despite whatever protests he might try to voice. he holds him close and pulls pain from his skin and bones and other places that aren't so physical.]

[heresyandlace]

[he does try to protest, at first. he's surprised and crowded, and it gets claustrophobic fast when he already feels pulled apart over so great a distance. but the ebbing of the pain is such a phenomenal relief, he can't struggle against it with that much conviction.

he's sick. the frayed holes in his being that Robin has always known-- this is where they started.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he doesn't pull away until the pain is lessened, and even then, he doesn't go very far... but he lets the dragon (or not, as the case may be) have a little more space to try and find comfort where he's laying.

he's keeping a hand on him, though. an arm around him, if he can help it.]

I'll help, if I can. [it's quiet, but... a little fond.] You're no fun if you're just lying around all the time.

[heresyandlace]

--Being pitied?

[he finishes Robin's sentence for him, as he shrugs into a comfortable place in the blankets.]

You're right. No fun at all.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin laughs. it's not the right response, but it's immediate. it's a snicker pointed right at himself.]

Please, I haven't pitied anyone in centuries. The pity's for me, if anyone.

[because he has to stop everything in this dream dimension to lie here and make Tekhetsio feel better. he reaches up, pets at his scalp. he must still like that, even in this lesser form, right?]