[log] justin! he's punching all my blood out! [closed]

[bywolves]

Characters: Royce Melborn and Alfie Solomons
Location: House 12
Date: Day 351ish
Summary: We'll see if they both last the night, honestly.
Warnings: violence, extra stuff will be cw'd in the subject lines.

BUILDING 12: This bizarre house, while fully intact, only consists of one very large empty room and a hatch that leads to the maintenance tunnels.

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[bywolves]

Okay.

[ He might. He might doze for just a while. Or until the sound of the doors closing during lockdown wakes him up, or -- something. He'll sleep, for just a while. Restlessly, shivery. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie huddles close, head buried in Royce's chest, trying to both leech warmth and provide it. He'll sleep through the doors locking, and through Royce waking. Getting the stitches had taken a lot out of him, but by now the Tylenol is kicking in, and he's a little more comfortable.]

[bywolves]

[ Past lockdown, Royce feels like it's safe. He feels like it's safe enough for him to slide out from under the blankets to grab the discarded bottle of wine, and uncork it. Safe enough to settle against the wall and just... drink. Drink half the bottle. Not slowly, either, just sip after sip after sip.

It's easy enough to get drunk. That's what he wants. He can be drunk, and he can watch over Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

{Alfie doesn't wake up just yet, but it's not long before he's shifting closer to the edge of the mattress, into the warm spot that Royce had left behind. His hand snakes out from under the blanket, searching for the other man - it's cold, and he hasn't been on his own long enough to get used to the lack of warmth that comes from sleeping alone.]

[bywolves]

[ Clumsily, Royce reaches over to rest a hand on Alfie's hand. He's not far, just leaning against the wall, bottle of wine in one hand, resting on the floor. The first time he reaches, he misses. Misjudges how far Alfie's hand is from him. The second time, he makes it. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie cracks an eye open, frowning.]

Oi.

[You're nice and warm; why did you leave?]

[bywolves]

Mm.

[ Royce hums absently. He pets Alfie's hand vaguely. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie opens the other eye, sitting up on his uninjured elbow.]

I smell wine.

[bywolves]

Mmhm. [ Royce tilts his head to the side, slumping against the wall further. ] Have wine. That's why.

[devoutish]

Are you gonna share, or have you drunk it all?

[bywolves]

[ Royce squints a bit, curled up against the wall. He pulls the wine closer to him. ]

No? [ what is that an answer to? who knows ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie holds out his hand to him.]

A sip, at least? You were gonna give me a sip earlier.

[bywolves]

[ A pause. He takes another swig. And then he slowly offers Alfie the bottle of wine, hand unsteady. His eyes are a bit unfocused - he hasn't eaten much in the past two days and he's half a bottle in. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie pulls himself up into a seated position, wincing as he does so, and reaches for it, taking a sip.]

You and your wine. Shame it's not-- what was it called? The one you like?

[bywolves]

[ Royce hiccups. ]

Montemorcey. [ He closes his eyes, fingers flexing. ] Don't - don't drink it all. Want more.

[devoutish]

Montemorcey.

[He echoes, sitting up against Royce and leaning into him.]

Why are you getting drunk in the middle of the night, mate?

[bywolves]

[ Royce slumps down into Alfie's side, clumsily making a grab for the wine. ]

I want to - I want to sleep without dreaming.

[devoutish]

What have you been dreaming about?

[It's not like he doesn't have a good idea, but.]

[bywolves]

Everything. [ Royce lets out a shivery sigh. ] Everything. I - dreamed... I.

[ He is sloshed. And he's aiming to get even more so if he can grab that bottle. Mumbled against Alfie's shoulder: ] I'm sorry.

[devoutish]

I don't want you eating yourself up with guilt over this.

[He holds the bottle out of reach for the moment.]

Royce. Look at me.

[bywolves]

No, it's not. S'not.

[ Royce frowns. ] It's not guilt. Or maybe... some of it is, but it isn't - it isn't just because I sliced you open.

[devoutish]

Mm?

[Go on.]

[bywolves]

M'sorry for now. [ He mumbles, still scrabbling uselessly for the wine bottle. ]

I was so - I used to have a spine. [ He laughs, helpless. ] I wasn't this.

[devoutish]

How much do you remember of the talks I had with you?

[bywolves]

I - why? [ He pauses in his grabbing, looking at Alfie. ]