Axis Mundi

It’s been a long time since the idea of praying has ever crossed his mind, though now he prays that Kylo is too exhausted and hurt to pry into his head. The images that had settled there were gruesome and messy and quite the opposite of what he wanted.

Holding his breath Reaper begins to apply the foam.

The gel is clear at first, though as it comes in contact with the blood and tissue it slowly turns peach, then red. The foam is viscous, gelled and already hardening to do its work. Really, Kylo has no ability to pry when he’s focusing away the pain and gripping the side of the couch he’s laying on.

He withholds a comment on Kylo’s own- I could tear to to pieces was the first that came to mind but he refuses to break that silence. A light fear that opening his mouth even to speak could spell the end for Ren and he’s not so keen on that happening.

Crimson eyes glance away as he approaches, looking back again only so he doesn’t miss the wounds.

#psychcpomp #v; Edgelord and Juliet #blood /#gore /

Offering up the bottle of bio gel, Kylo’s hands are stained with his own blood. His breathing is slowed, eyes closing as he tries to keep the breathing even as blood begins to pool in the gouges.

Sharp teeth press against each other as the muscles in his jaw go taut, eyeing the blood that seeps from the wounds. God damn whatever, or whoever, did this. Nodding, Reaper picks up the canister and waits for Kylo to go lie down.

Shifting, the young man will lay down and arch his back a little as there are bruises on his back as well and a few welts that almost look like they’re from lashings.

“Go on, I won’t break.”

At first he does not respond. Eyes wander over the wounds and for a moment it seems as if he might be shocked at what he sees. And he is, for the most part. The other parts of him want to tear the man open the rest of the way.

Still there is nothing said but he complies and moves closer, waiting for Kylo to give him some sort of direction in what to do.

“I need to lay down, so you can pour the gel into the wound. It will expand, so lay it in the deepest parts first.”

Bio foam smells, hurts and stings, but it stitches together and all but creates new skin and tissue, so it works in situations like this.

It’s far easier, and faster, to move when you don’t necessarily need be touching the ground. The Wraith doubts the Knight’s words but he moves anyways. Luckily, they were not too far from his room to begin with. When they do arrive Reaper is slow to set Kylo down, now curious to see what could cure the man’s injuries. And he’s.. also trying to ignore the blood..

#psychcpomp #v; Edgelord and Juliet #gore /

The first thing that happens is the clothes come off. Robe, tossed away without a care. The shirts underneath seem wet with water, but it is blood.

Gingerly removing them, Kylo will reveal to Reaper the extent of his injuries. Gashes, long like fingers of a monster similar to the man rake down his front and side. They are deep, nearly an inch, and each movement seems to cause great pain by the look on the young Force-users face.

Reaching a tentative hand out, a box will come to him and drop on the counter. He’ll grimace, but reach over to retrieve it and open it. A bottle of some sort of gel.

“I will need your help.”

He does not wait for permission nor does he give a warning. Reaper turns to watch and is upon the other quite quickly, scooping Kylo into his arms bridal style and glad that his mask can hide the change in expression. Anger had turned into worry, then to.. something else. Hunger, perhaps.

“Do you still want to go to your room or do I need to take you to someone for medical attention.”

Really, if there was going to to be any protest, it died on the man’s tongue and he flutters his eyes shut.

“Room, please. I have what I need in there.”

There’s a repressed snarl that threatens to rise from the back of the Wraith’s throat at the lack of an answer- he was going to kill someone. Opening his mouth to argue he thinks better of it and simply moves out of the way.

Honestly the Wraith should keep an eye on the prince who’s walking forward only to stumble and lean on the wall to breathe and rest. How long had this been going on?

Long enough to leave a small droplet trail of blood.

“-Liar.”

The word is a sharp hiss. Reaper glances down the hall before stepping closer to Ren and now fully blocking his way. The knight might not be able to see the anger that has rising in his crimson eyes but his tone should make it obvious.

“You’re hurt. Who hurt you?”

The young Force user looks away and shakes his head. He needs to get to his room.

“Please, Reaper,” he can feel his breathing getting heavy. “I need to tend to myself.”

@psychcpomp

“What?” Kylo looks up, spotting Reaper and feeling his frown come down a little more. “I’m fine.”

Ren better be careful, Reaper might just move and give him nothing to lean against. “If you want something, all you have to do is ask.”

There’s a pointed look at he mask. He frowns.

“I want affection.”