[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.

Comments

[devoutish]

[It's easy for Alfie to go quiet, too. He's tired, and talking takes effort. But without anything to distract him from the pain, it's all the more overwhelming, and so it's not long before he speaks up again.]

Where are you gonna head from here?

[bywolves]

[ Royce is more than happy to distract him, honestly. ]

The hospital. With Tifa. If she'll allow it. [ He figures she'll be fine with it. ] Should figure out what the app will do.

[devoutish]

She'll allow it. She'll want to see you.

I came back there, last time.

[And House seems to think that people tend to come back in the same places.]

[bywolves]

Makes it easier for us to pick you up. [ He was planning on dropping whatever he was doing to go get Alfie anyway. If he comes back. ] Doesn't matter where you end up. I'll go wherever is needed.

[devoutish]

Thanks, mate.

[He pats Royce's arm again.]

[bywolves]

... You're welcome. [ Royce sniffs a little. Quietly, trying to not let Fiona or Emily hear: ] It's literally the least I could do.

[devoutish]

You're the best friend I've got here.

[He clears his throat.]

You've done plenty.

[bywolves]

[ God. Royce actually has to look away because that's - way too much. ]

You are too. For me. [ So, so quiet, and without looking at Alfie - it's the only way he can get it out. ]

[devoutish]

I know.

[He knew without Royce even saying it.]