[log] Event: Howl [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

Comments

[thewarningafter]

Unfortunately, I think that's my way up. Or, you know, down.

[As far as he can tell, they're each on the ceiling relative to one another. The water seems to be the linking point; it cascades down toward him, then back up into the pool like a waterfall folded in half.]

Aw, hell.

[Nothing for it. Stephen steps forward into the traces of spray, reaches up, up -- down down -- and lets out a yelp as his personal sense of gravity gives a sickening lurch. Kid will hear a loud splash a moment later.]

[equal_shots]

[He can't help but jump at the splash, despite expecting it. Kid turns quickly back to the water he'd climbed out of, carefully inching back towards the pool. He offers one hand to Stephen (he's more accurately offering the hand to a cactus-like plant that he likely couldn't see on his right side even if his vision remained but, details).]

Dr. Strange-- [Kneeling by the water, he swallows a big gasp of air.] --are you okay?

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen comes up gasping loudly and thrashes his way to the edge, glancing up to see -- yep, that's the floor he came from, maybe don't look at that just now.]

I'm okay.

[Hauling himself up onto the 'shore' now, Stephen considers the hand for just a second before bypassing it to pull himself out on his own.]

Look at that, I was right. Are you okay?

[equal_shots]

I'm fine. The coughing is not new. [Kid nods all the while, sitting on his knees. The relief of not being alone is immense. No he wasn't scared hush.]

I can't see. [He hesitates, pushing the sopping makeshift bandage up on his face so as not to show the delicate stitches Claire placed in his eye.] Worse than usual. I have no idea what happened.

[thewarningafter]

No?

[That's a pretty gnarly chronic cough, kid (kid as in 'a kid Stephen doesn't recognize,' not as in Kid).]

I'm here to help you. I can be your eyes.