[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]

[ 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. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie's brow furrows more.]

Well, do you?

[bywolves]

Not so shattered. [ Royce mumbles, eyes closing a bit. ] I don't - I don't believe you.

[devoutish]

Do you think I'm lying, or do you think I'm wrong?

[bywolves]

Wrong. You're wrong. [ He stares down at the floor, now. ]

[devoutish]

[He lifts his arm, showing Royce the stitches he'd done for him.]

I'm not.

[bywolves]

[ He makes a dismissive, frustrated noise, rolling away from Alfie, just sliding down to the floor. ]

I can be useful. S'not the same.

[devoutish]

No.

[He reaches for Royce's arm, tugging.]

You did this of your own volition; of your own will. A shattered man wouldn't've cared.

[bywolves]

[ He stays where he is on the floor, too wasted to pull himself up. ]

It's not enough. [ He swallows hard. ] I don't like what I am.

[devoutish]

Of course you fucking don't.

[Alfie keeps tugging, though it's hard one-handed.]

But that doesn't mean you won't come back from it. I've seen shattered men, mate, and you're not so far gone as all that.

[bywolves]

[ He's a limp noodle. Alfie's going to have to drag him back up if he wants Royce to sit up. ]

I hhh... I hate. [ Royce mumbles, shivering. He's babbling, at this point. ] I hate me.

[devoutish]

I love you.

[He loves him enough to make use of his injured arm in trying to pull him back up.]

Come on.

[bywolves]

[ He's not drunk enough to not realize Alfie's in danger of hurting himself by pulling Royce up. Royce makes a protesting noise and tries to drag himself to a sitting position, pushing at Alfie's hands weakly. ]

Don't. [ He mumbles, dragging in an unsteady breath. ] I want - I want the wine. Give it to me.