[log] Lean on me [closed]

[zunesareawesome]

Characters: The Sorcerer Not-Yet-Supreme, Star-Cat, Star-Lord, and the Librarian
Location: Building 318 and various
Date: Day 339-343
Summary: The visiting of Flynn Carsen to the clan of Snow.
Warnings: References to character death, drowning, blood (because this is a scary building), more CW's in ensuing threads.




318: The stench of blood is thick in this garage, with blood long-soaked into the concrete floor, staining nearly the entire expanse. There are empty wooden tables to be sat on if you would rather not sit on the floor, though they've all been flipped as if in anger. One of the tables has been broken into pieces and burned, and another has pieces missing as if someone had begun to break it into pieces but was interrupted. The whole place has a hostile air to it, and the walls sound like they're breathing at night. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE NEEDED." and "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT, FOR ANY ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME." are written on one of the walls.

Comments

[cahooted]

Flynn exhales softly, rubbing his face. "Right. I'll... try to remember that."

Well, they can't stand around in the bathroom discussing musicals forever. It wasn't him. Peter knows that. He finally brings himself to walk towards him and the exit.

cw ptsd, self-harm

[zunesareawesome]

It's subtle, but Peter flinches slightly when Flynn passes by, backing up a couple steps into the other room. He's still working through a lot of issues, and the pain from yesterday, and hurting himself again, it's undeniably associated with close proximity to Flynn.

God, no.

He's afraid. Deep down inside, he's afraid.

He tries to cover it up with a cough and waves a hand.

"I...uh, yeah. I had to learn that the hard way too."

cw ptsd, self-harm

[cahooted]

Flynn freezes when Peter winces away and then reality hits and just like that all their escapist evasive maneuvers go up in flames. He doesn't raise his head but his eyes widen ever so slightly and his face twists with hurt and guilt and shame before he quickly averts it, fixating the far end of the room instead.

"I, uh. I should, I gotta--" He mutters something incoherently about books and gear and hurries to get over to his room.