[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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[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.

[devoutish]

I don't want you sitting on the floor and making yourself sore, and I'm hurting my arm to get you back up here. Come on.

[He keeps tugging.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce slowly gets his hands under him, and pushes himself up, eyes focusing and unfocusing as he does. He sits with his back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. ]

Up. M'up. Don't hurt yourself. Gimme the wine.

[devoutish]

First, you look me in the eyes and tell me that it's not making you worse.

[bywolves]

[ His expression gets shitty and belligerent. ]

It's my wine. Give it.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah, but we take care of each other, don't we. You'd be doing this if our places were switched. Now look me in the eye.

[bywolves]

[ Royce looks up at him, still belligerent. Alfie's going to see how out of it he is - he probably doesn't need much more to be on the road to blackout drunk. ]

[devoutish]

[The look Alfie gives him is halfway to heartbroken, honestly.]

Why don't you let me finish this off, mate.

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a frustrated noise, lunging for the wine. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie fumbles, nearly dropping it.]

Royce--

[bywolves]

Just let me --

[ Royce says, angrily, breathing harsh and upset. He grabs again, clumsily knocking into Alfie - and his arm. ]

[devoutish]

[His fingers rake down the hours-old stitches, a nail catching on the thread and ripping them partway open and spilling blood. Alfie, letting out a yell of surprise and pain, drops the bottle onto the mattress, where it rolls to rest against Royce's knee.]