monolike: (and i will conduct myself of such)
'ɓเɠ ɠαყ' รσ૨εყ ([personal profile] monolike) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-09-05 10:11 am
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Who: Mikleo ([personal profile] nerdeology), Dezel ([personal profile] sylphystia), Zaveid ([personal profile] airily) & Sorey ([personal profile] monolike)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Solrius's surface, outskirts of town + wilderness
When: Around 9/5~9/6



[The last time he was anything close to feeling like this was the battlefield at Glaivend Basin. Malevolence hung thick in the air like smoke, stuck to his hair and clothes and choked his every breath. He remembers colors going blurry sometimes during the fighting; there was screaming, always screaming, of men dying, running from battle, falling on the swords of their own allies. Sorey had Lailah and the others then to anchor him; they turned his head for him when he couldn't, they reached into his heart and soothed it when it pounded too hard.

The feelings are like before but here, in the valleys of the mountains, the only sound is the whistle of wind through the crags and his dusty footsteps as he slips over gravel.

No soothing pulse of the elements inside of him.

No gentle hands turning his head.]


I came out here on my own, [Sorey tells himself harshly, but it rings empty and he knows it's not working. He can't just talk himself out of becoming malevolent. Isn't that why it didn't work with Nightingale?]

Ohhhh, [Sorey moans, stopping and dropping his head into his hands. He'd shoved her. He might've hurt her. Maybe not physically but- she'd opened her heart to him and he'd just run.

I had to. She'd tell Mikleo and then Mikleo would-

It's not that-]
-simple, [he chokes out, and lifts his head to press onward. He'd bought food and water for some reason, but touches none of it.] Not that simple. [He's supposed to rely on his friends to help keep him on the path, but what does he do when they're the reason he's fallen off of it?

It's not their fault.]
It's not Mikleo's fault, [Sorey hisses. He's too used to having voices in his head. Without them there it feels empty. He needs someone to talk to.] It's not Dezel's fault. [He needs to keep his promises.] It's not Zaveid's fault. [He needs to let them know they're needed.

He's not doing a good enough job. If Lailah was here-

If Lailah could tell him what to do-]


Stop blaming Lailah! [Sorey staggers against a cliff face and smacks a hand against it. His heart feels too tight and too big in his chest all at once. An expanding bubble, empty but still taking up too much space. He wants it out. He wants it to burst already.

How does Dezel do this?]


Lailah, [Sorey hiccups, shoulder against the cliff, sinking down into a crouch as tears sting his eyes. The air smells like malevolence, thick and smokey and choking.] I screwed up. I- I'm sorry, I didn't- I wasn't careful. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

[The wind howls as it tears through the crags.]
nerdeology: (fire is hard okay)

[personal profile] nerdeology 2016-09-07 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's agony, at first. Everything hurts. The malevolence burns at his skin, eating away at his flesh and leaving scales in its wake. The world is discoloured and clouded over, and he feels as blind as Dezel must be, nearly lost in the dark. Only the pull of Sorey's tether around his soul guides him forward. He finds Sorey in the center of the storm and he lets himself be held, unresistant to the malevolence that pours into him, unable to fight it off. His mouth is open, and he can feel himself screaming as his body shifts against his will, but he can't hear it. All he can hear is that voice.

The voice he knows, because it sounds like Sorey, but at the same time it sounds like someone he can't recognize anymore.

mine

am I...?

mine

...Sorey...

mine

...it hurts...


Something tears at his back, limbs he's not supposed to have bursting out of his body. There are hands on his face, holding him close, whispering in his head- in his heart- in his soul. Hesitantly he opens his eyes, sees the hellion holding on to him. He sees the void where once he found eyes that used to dance and smile before his lips even knew he was happy. He sees an emptiness where once was a mouth that could talk and talk all night about everything and nothing until someone stuffed food into it to make him stop.

mine

It stops hurting, all of a sudden. He stops screaming. All he can see, hear, feel, is Sorey. This thing that is Sorey, that was Sorey, that is, and he's right. It's okay.

He'll be okay.

And then Sorey turns from him, reaches out towards the others. He starts to say a name, and it isn't Mikleo's name, and he feels something cold and hateful in his soul that he's never felt before. It digs deep into his very core and at the same time his claws sink into Sorey's arms, just enough to tell him, to remind him--

not him

NOT HIM
]


Luzrov Rulay.

[It comes out like a hiss more than a whisper, his lungs already changed, no longer suited for human speech. He's never forced an armatus before, but he knows it's possible; Dezel did it before, with Rose. Inwardly, he insists that this is surely to save the others, give them a chance to escape. To avoid a transformation that would surely doom Zaveid as well.

But he knows, he knows that's not why. He knows the reason he forces his body to join with Sorey's, forming a hideous bastardization of the armatus that once brought them both so much joy, so much completion. And a part of that pleasure exists even now, as he becomes one with the corrupted black hole that Sorey has become. It feels good. It feels amazing, as he holds on to who he is just long enough to find his way home one last time. As the malevolence whispers to him, and a twisted sense of satisfaction, he whispers back in kind.

mine

mine

you don't need them.

you don't need anyone.

I'm right here.
]