Just Keeping Swimming | March Planet Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on Mafik
When: The month of March



[Welcome to Mafik, the water world! Hope you brought your best swimming gear and don't have a paralyzing fear of water, because that's all that's here! So get out those wet suits and enjoy life under the sea!

In other words, it's a mingle! ]

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[lord_wizard]

[He wishes it wasn't like this. He wishes that he was stronger, more able to cling onto the thin veneer of pretend that held everything in place, but once it's gone it's hard to prop back into place.

Shuttle...shuttle...yes...the shuttle would get him out of here. His mind tells him this is the solution. He looks up, in the vague direction to where he thinks the shuttles are. From down here, it's hard to tell, and his sense of direction has never been good.]

I... [It's getting too hard to get out more than a few words at a time, so he just nods...and then shakes his head...] ...I don't know if I can...

[Can he go in a shuttle? Sure. Can he make it there? Now that's the harder question, especially when his vision is already starting to fray at the edges]

[onlyanapple]

Balls.

[Crowley frowns, shifting uneasily. He hates this. He hates resorting to this. ]

Look. I can...knock you out. I don't really like doing it because I need to fill in the memory gaps while you're out but...I can do that, if that's what you want. Then I can get you to a shuttle and out of the way.

[lord_wizard]

[While he trusts Crowley implicitly (and maybe ironically, given what Crowley is), but it's harder to trust his abilities. His own doctrine and a vanished set of clothing where the largest reasons that, even in total panic, he can't completely disregard.

Felix shakes his head again and grips harder on the demon's arms]

No... [Using Crowley as leverage he pushes him up, not so much standing and sliding back up the wall. Clearly, the very idea serves as sufficient motivation to at least stand, but pressed up against the bulkhead, breath coming out in ragged, sobbing pants, it isn't certain if that will carry him any further]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's hands stay on Felix's shoulders, trying to steady him. Concern comes, unhidden onto his features. When he speaks, it's with a soft urgency he almost never uses.]

How can I help you, Felix? Tell me, please.

[lord_wizard]

[It almost hurts to do, but he draws in a long breath, trying to steady himself so he can get out more than a few words at a time]

Promise me...that you won't let me go...

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley exhales softly, leaning forward, resting his forehead against Felix's. ]

I won't. I promise.

[And if there was one thing Crowley never gave out easily, it was promises. He was a demon of his word, after all. ]

[lord_wizard]

[It can't fix everything, but much like the words his brother had given him that one night beneath the Arcane, with the sound of the Sim distant in his ears, it was an anchor he could cling to in the darkness.

He takes another deep breath, calming just a little. He nods, but doesn't let go. He'd meant it tangibly as much as otherwise. He's not sure he can stay standing without the help.]

Then...let's leave. Now. Please.

[Before his control can slip again]

[onlyanapple]

Okay, let's get you out of here.

[He moves steadily, slowly, keeping as close to Felix as he can. He wants to break as little contact as possible- the last thing he wants is to make this worse. ]