[log] I JUST DIIIIIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIIIIIIGHT [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Fiona, Royce Melborn
Location building 41
Date: evening of 157 through morning of 158
Summary: Alfie bleeds to death in the blood house, for maximum Snowhell fun
Warnings: graphic injury, death and dying

Step into the only remaining room in this house and you'll be in for a shock--at first blush, it looks like you've stepped into a room that has blood all over the floor and walls. Look closer, though, and it's actually paint. This was once an artist's studio, judging by the canvases stacked up in the corner. It seems like there were paintings on the canvases once, but now they're muddy or blacked out entirely by thick paint. Some of the paint on the walls has been scraped away, revealing yet more paint. Some of the canvases have had their paint scraped off, or have been taken apart entirely.

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[bywolves]

You're welcome. [ Royce answers quietly. ] Better if it does, since you refused my offer. Doesn't matter. I'm not moving.

[devoutish]

I wish it wasn't just one fucking room.

But you'll stay here - good. Yeah.

[bywolves]

If it wasn't one room, would you let me end it for you?

[devoutish]

[He shakes his head.]

Couldn't stomach it. Not for this.

[bywolves]

Don't -- [ Royce chokes a little, a huff of an amused sound. ] Please tell me that wasn't an intentional pun.

[devoutish]

[It hadn't been, but Royce calling it out makes him laugh painfully, his hand going back to his stomach.]

A bit of gallows humor, yeah.

[bywolves]

[ Royce coughs out another laugh, rubbing at his face, sliding his hand back through his hair. He lets his hand drop back down, and then looks down at Alfie. ]

Gallows humor in a room that looks like this. You have Death's comedic timing.

[devoutish]

It's paint, isn't it?

[He hasn't been able to investigate, for obvious reasons. Tell him it's just paint, Royce.]

[bywolves]

It's paint. [ Royce bites his tongue. Paint and blood, now, but. ] Thank Mar.

[devoutish]

Paint.

[Good. Excellent. That's a relief.]

Paint, all right.

[bywolves]

[ There's a long pause, and then Royce tries again. He's trying really hard to make this easier, but it's hard to think when his chest is tight like this, when it's hard to form words without choking on them. ]

You need to come back. [ He says finally, softer. He knows Fiona and Emily are going to hear but he just. Has to say it. ]

[devoutish]

What are the odds for coming back a second time? I can't fucking remember. I've got a head for numbers, but--

[He's pretty woozy right now.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce tells him the odds because I don't know and I'm too lazy to look. It's less than the first time around. ] Odds don't matter. If House can come back as many times as he has, you can as well.

[devoutish]

Odds are odds. They're beatable, but I'm not gonna pretend--

You should take some of the weapons. Leave me all the clothes and blankets, but take some supplies.

[bywolves]

[ But then that makes it more real. ]

You'll need them if you come back. [ Royce says a little sharply. ] I don't need your supplies, Solomons, don't. Don't.

[devoutish]

I'm not telling you to take all of them.

[bywolves]

[ Deep breath in, deep breath out. Settle down. Flatten out. ] ... What do you want me to take?

[devoutish]

The letter opener. Take the letter opener.

[bywolves]

Alright. [ He'll take the damn letter opener. He doesn't think he deserves it but if Alfie's going to tell him to, he will. ]

Pills working?

[devoutish]

A bit.

[He pauses.]

Listen - you're gonna be stuck in here with me all night. Yeah? Even after.

[bywolves]

Yes. [ Thanks... for the reminder, Alfie. ] Even after.

[devoutish]

That's gonna be hard on Emily.

[bywolves]

I'm not going to just leave you out in the open. [ He sounds vaguely offended. ] And I'll take care of her.

[devoutish]

Still. She'll know.

Put an arm around her, or something.

[bywolves]

I will, Mar's sake. That's what 'take care' means. [ Royce mutters. ] Are you going to boss me around until you die or was that all?

[ That comes out meaner than he wants. ]