@featherdefender / continued.
Fleur has grown to have a certain DISTASTE for all of his fractured masks and tiring illusions. Not because of anyone bittering the taste in his mouth of the idea of having a safety net, but simply because it scatters his focus on more important matters. Hide it or own it; those are his only options. He can’t control them, he can only control himself. He was told that once, by someone who knows how to phrase things in order for him to listen. He has that choice, no one else. Hide it or own it.
Even so, he knows that he had to pretend as if nothing was out of the ordinary when the paramedics arrived. No, everything was completely fine. He’s just another scared young adult worrying for someone he had gotten close to, trying to get him some help. The added twist of panic and hysteria in his piercing-yet-unfocused eyes. A contradiction that was not the paramedics’ first concern.
He did not mention how the man was still alive after he definitively drowned.
He did not mention what was keeping him such.
He did not mention the impossibility of what just happened.
Nonetheless, Fleur is seated at the side of Phoenix’s bed when the divine bird’s eyes open. His cheek resting on his left fist, right ankle resting atop left knee, eyes closed contentedly.
He’s seated there as if this weren’t a hospital, color scheme terrifying.
As if this wasn’t his friend hooked up to those machines, choking on the plastic.
As if this wasn’t a painful situation reversed, a situation that still haunts his sleep.
When he’s spoken to, one of his eyes opens, not too much but enough to see those ever familiar and unmistakably dual-colored eyes. Violet and blue, Perseverance and Faith, responding to the delirious call of another man to attention. And so he smiles.
“did you think i was going to let you wake up to an empty room?”
He would not say that he was watching the heart monitor all night,
praying that his heartbeat would continue to defy the odds.
sometimes phoenix can go without physical assistance when he respawns, but drowning is another matter. especially in freezing rivers. speech thick with exhaustion and incoherency leaves his lips. his filter being down, he’ll say anything he wants.
“you’d be better off if ya did, hun. don’t need t’ waste time on me.” he says this so nonchalantly, without care. “anyway, the guards’ll take you away if they notice you.” guards...? he must not see his surroundings for what they are.
“but if yer gonna stay, that’s fine. mind catchin’ me up to speed?”
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