[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]

[ And he's on the floor again. ]

I think - we've had this conv-- covner. [ A beat. Sighed out: ] We've talked about this before.

[devoutish]

I'll have it over and over again, if I need to. Come back up here.

[bywolves]

[ He shifts, slowly, and instead of sitting up, he just crawls halfway into Alfie's lap. He rests his head and upper body over Alfie's lap, head on his folded arms, and curls close, shivering. Good enough. ]

[devoutish]

You're cold.

[He hunches over Royce as well as he can, with his stiff back and injured arm.]

[bywolves]

Always cold. [ He pets at Alfie's leg. ] M'always cold. You, too.

[devoutish]

Come get under the blankets, then.

[He tosses one over Royce, as well as he can.]

[bywolves]

You should be in bed. [ Royce slurs into Alfie's leg. ]

[devoutish]

Put me there, then.

[Get up. Move. Do something.]

[bywolves]

[ He scrunches up. ]

No, I'm drunk. [ He says, with another hiccup. ] I touched - I -- your arm got torn open.

[ But there's nobody else who can do it. Royce lets out a whimper of a sound and pulls himself up to sit, gaze unfocused, eyes still wet. Nobody else is here. ]

[devoutish]

You won't drop me. I've got faith in that.

[He knows he weighs next to nothing.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't bother wiping his eyes. He stares at Alfie for a long moment, like he's trying to figure out how to do what he wants to do, and then with an over-exaggerated carefulness, he tries to help Alfie up and to the air mattress. It isn't far, but it feels like eight miles for how intoxicated he is. ]

[devoutish]

Now come with me.

[He pats the mattress next to him once he's up, giving Royce's arm a tug towards him.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't argue. Instead, he lays down, scrunching up next to Alfie, exhausted. Maybe he'll actually get to sleep dreamlessly. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie settles his arms around Royce, injured arm on top.]

What makes your dreams go away? What can I do?

[bywolves]

I don't want you to do anything. [ Upset, guilty, here. Hiccup. ] M'drunk. Drunk enough.

[devoutish]

[In response to that, Alfie sits up enough to grab the bottle and finish it off in one long pull. There. All gone.]

[bywolves]

[ Oh, okay. That solves that problem. Royce sniffs, hiccups, and without really meaning to, lets out a stuttery sob of a sound, holding onto Alfie's shirt. It just escapes, and it surprises him. He stifles himself, though - even wasted, he doesn't want to make Alfie have to take care of him while he's hurt. ]

[devoutish]

You can cry.

[He presses a hand to Royce's back, settling back down again. They're indoors, they're alone, and it's after lockdown. It's a safe time to break down.]

[bywolves]

[ He shouldn't. He doesn't want to, but he does, sucking in sharp little breaths, face hidden. He's quiet about it, because he doesn't want to - it just reinforces that he's pathetic and he's so tired of being that. ]

[devoutish]

Doesn't bother me.

[Alfie murmurs, pulling him closer.]

Doesn't say anything about you.

[bywolves]

[ Royce keeps himself quiet until he's worn out completely - his hiccups get really bad, to the point where they sort of sound like sobs, but they wear out eventually too. Finally, he just goes loose and out of it, eyes closed.

Slurred, quiet, exhausted: ] You never do.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I do. Sometimes I do, yeah.

[Though granted, it isn't often.]

[bywolves]

Not as much. [ He's half asleep. ] M'sorry. You always have to pick up the pieces. Selfish. I'm - I don't want to be.

[devoutish]

I'd rather pick up the pieces than reassure you out of hating yourself, mate.

[He curls his fingers into Royce's shirt, shifting to try to get to a position that's more comfortable for his back.]

[bywolves]

S'the same thing. [ Royce shifts with him, carefully. Any way that Alfie needs to lay down to help his back is fine for Royce. With a sort of dismissive noise: ] I've always hated myself, s'not new.