[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

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Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[bywolves]

Can't, I can't, can't, I can't I can't I can't --

[ Royce jitters out, and tiny shadowy claws come up to drag him away, dozens of them extending from the puddle and trying so hard to get out, get away from the light. He can't think, he can't focus, he's losing himself to the monster. ]

[devoutish]

No, no, no--

[Alfie gasps, reaching for him, trying to protect him but not totally sure what he's protecting him against.]

You can't have him--

[bywolves]

[ There's that wailing again, distant and distressed, far, far away. He just repeats himself, static blurring out pieces of him and his words and his mind, and he lets out a little sob right here, right now, and wrenches those tiny little claws out of the tunnel below them. His. This is his body. His limbs.

He's not afraid of the light, he isn't. The light is Alfie and he still has just enough humanity in him to remember that he isn't scared.

The shadowy puddle pulls itself apart, like tearing up paper into bits. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie reaches out for whatever bit of the cloak he can touch, pulling it up to his fiery mouth and kissing it.]

[bywolves]

[ Slowly, trembling, the puddle carefully reforms itself, starting from where Alfie kissed it and becoming something somewhat solid. It wraps itself around Alfie's hand, trying not to flinch away from the heat and the light. ]

[devoutish]

I've got you.

[He kisses the bit wrapped around his hand, rubbing his cheek against it.]

[bywolves]

Don't leave me. [ It's a rasp, as he tries to curl up into Alfie's cheek, catlike. ] Don't leave me.

[devoutish]

Never.

[He's almost completely re-formed by now, and though he's not in danger of falling apart again yet, having Royce draped over him quells the fire a little bit. The light is less blinding, and more soothing; less overwhelming, and more controlled.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce breathes out slow, slowly wrapping his way around Alfie's arm and holding on. He hurts, but - he's not alone. That's the worst part about this. Being alone. He murmurs, distant, nonsense, just so Alfie knows he's here and present. ]

[devoutish]

[And Alfie will continue walking just like that, with Royce wound around him like a blanket. Holding on.]