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I just thought you wanted to taste my blood. Since you don't care, I don't have a reason to hurt myself.

I'd trick you by agreeing and hiding outside, but you'd just sense me.

It would be another lie, Greed...

That's another reason why I can't.

...

I should get some clothes.

Yeah, otherwise you'll freeze your ass off. Wrap the towel around yourself.

[Breaking out of the hug to stand up and offer Ling assistance.]

[doing that, though he's still holding on Greed. Forcing a smile on]

It'd be easier if there was a way to forget about all of this.

[Goodness knows he's going to need support when he goes back out to the mess he covers, so that's a good thing. Walking out of the bathroom!]

Forgetting this isn't what I deserve. You've got enough going on without this on you.

[yep, Greed may have cleaned up, but just being back in the room is enough to bring back memories. His face loses all color, and he starts shaking]

Ah...

[Puts a hand over the other's eyes.]

Get to the bathroom. I'll bring 'em to you.

[in his mind, the scene of Greed's death from earlier is playing over and over. And it's not just that— his mind keeps jumping from those memories to the ones of his own death, Greed eating him, Greed laughing after feeding him a piece of his own flesh.

The other may be talking, but Ling doesn't hear a single word. He isn't there with him now— he's relieving those traumatic moments. Unable to support himself any longer, he falls on his knees, screaming as he does]

[God, he's not on the ball today. Earlier he'd been all careful planning his every moment to suit Ling's delicate disposition, and then he goes and blows it. Excusing this as being and off day for him is pathetic. Wanting to gag again is pathetic. His existence is pathetic. On the off chance he tries to deny this, the voices laughing in his head will serve as an excellent reminder.

It tastes so good, doesn't it? Ripping his throat out with your teeth and playing with his insides. They were so soft and comforting, like a blanket you want to wrap yourself in. Food tastes best after sex, doesn't it? Ling will agree. Ask him. He loves you. He'll do anything for you. It's too easy to use him.

He's going to drag him kicking and screaming to the bathroom if he's forced to, and he grabs on Ling's arms to do just that. This kid can't be alone any more. He's a danger to himself.]

Edited 2012-03-15 21:54 (UTC)

[the movement is abrupt and not welcomed, but though there's screaming, there isn't any struggle. More because he's too weak to than anything else. He's still very clearly in the same state as earlier.]

[Back in the bathroom they go. He can't bear the sight of Ling in pain, but he can't bring himself to believe he's got the right to comfort him. In the shower, Ling had followed his orders like a lost puppy. Where stern words worked in the past, about the only thing that will ease him is physical comfort. This isn't a situation he wants to be part of, and he has no one to blame but himself. All the times he teases Ling about bowing to him, and this is nothing like what he pictures.

Mumbling about getting him clothes, he wanders back out to the room to do just that.]

[He's aware of where he is now, at least. Bringing his knees to his chest, he warps his arms around his legs and rests his head them. He's crying again now, still shaking and unable to stops himself.

If he looks at this situation, he feels pathetic. No one has any need for a wrecked prince, much less Greed. He could have had at least offered himself up for the other before, but now that he's back to his normal self, in this state Ling is useless to him. He's useless to everyone. Though the other isn't in the room, he starts repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again.]

[Halfway to the bathroom is when the pleads reach his ears.

Please, please give him the strength to kill himself. Him being around is what's killing Ling. He willingly died to save him, how is this different? He'll be saving the other from himself— Or, wait a second, is this . . . Gahaha, too greedy to give him up? Even in this state? Now that he has it all back, why give it up a second time? Keep him. Let him rely on him. He'll make a cute lapdog; clinging to him and crawling all over him. That's the sort of attention you want. Him and Ling 'til the end.

He stumbles over his feet, falling into the bathroom. The clothes he selected fluttering down beside him. This isn't irreversible. Ling can be fixed, and he can do it. He'll die before he gives up on him. The voices are bullshit. Liars!

Pulling himself to his knees, he gathers the clothes in his hands and sits in front of Ling.]

Get . . . Get dressed. You'll catch a cold.

[The direct command and Greed's presence make him stop with the pleading, and he looks up at the other. There are a few long moments before he does anything at all, but like before, he obeys the command. He moves slowly, and there's still tears in his eyes, but it's a response at least.]

... I'm sorry.

[He can only respond by softly petting Ling's hair. If this is how to fix things, he'll do it. He'll repress the gagging and hold onto Ling as long as he needs.]

I'm useless right now, aren't I?

No. Nothing's wrong with you. I'm still by you, right?

[He hesitates briefly before the next part. These words are important for Ling to hear, but he's not sure if this is the right time.]

I love you. You're my precious possession— My friend.

[Greed is right. Those are important words for him to hear, and they manage to calm him somewhat. He isn't crying anymore, at least.]

Greed...

[This is all going suspiciously well. He decides to take it further.]

Knock it off with the weeping, all right? The role of damsel in distress doesn't fit you. You accepted me into your body, and that hurt like hell. You're a strong kid.

...

I'm trying. I—

[there's a pause, and he tries to collect his thoughts, but it's taking considerable effort]

I should be stronger than this. You're back— you're back. It's over.

I'm betting you didn't get over me dying back home just like that. Death's like that. Coming back doesn't lessen the impact of what I did. I lied, and I—

[He takes a break to compose himself. Getting through this without gagging is going to be the worst.]

I tore your throat out. Lied about a lotta things, too. Used everything I knew to fuck around with your feelings. Gutting myself on you . . . What I said during that was worse. The shit running through my mind was disgusting. Fucking you was even part of the plan. Did what I had to to get you vulnerable.

You saying you're not strong? That's bullshit. You're stronger than me.

[once again, he covers his face with a hand]

Do you want me to show weakness or be strong? I can't do both. I'll do what you want me to.

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