Lucien Capra Umbra

An ngc RP-blog. The monochrome demon. Tracking: Lucienumbra

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

The doctor gives a rather forgiving smile at Lucien’s apology, evidently hoping that that was enough–because oh my goodness, do they brighten up more at the question.

At least, they look quite bright and happy about the question for just a second before their face suddenly relaxes into a small frown as they glance to the right, clearly remembering. This earns them an unappreciative nudge from Cabe, which they ignore.

“Well, he’s a nice roommate… He’s generally really clean, actually, and will leave your stuff alone… And if you have stuff to do and tell him about it he’ll be really considerate…”

They trail off, earning yet another nudge, and they laugh, rubbing the back of their head sheepishly. “But he brought plenty of people. That’s how he is, after all, y’know?”

Their laughter sounds slightly forced; the look on their face is very similar to that of a certain young man that all three individuals are very familiar with. “Not saying that he’d ever do that with you if you two were to live together.. No, he wouldn’t, I’m sure!”

Cabe looks just mildly annoyed at this point, but he doesn’t bother to give any commentary; clearly the doctor’s right, after all.

Lucien gave the doctor a forced smile. After all, he got yet another reminder about Cabe's promiscuity. He didn't particularly like to think about it... and glancing at Cabe, he didn't look too amused either. It was an awkward topic.

Lucien returned his gaze towards the doctor, "Uhm..." He tried tried to break the short- and rather uncomfortable- silence, "Say, has Cabe always been getting into a lot of trouble in terms of violence?" Needless to say, it worried him a lot. Especially after what happened this time.

[lucienumbra]

((Merry Christmas, everyone!))

((Please excuse the crude drawings))

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

The reaction to Lucien’s question is strange but unsurprising; they both glance at each other with slightly widened eyes, a passing of questions and conversation, before looking back at Lucien with unconvincing innocence.

“… Dr. Morphine,” the doctor finally replies, not unkindly, when they realize that Cabe’s not going to answer first. “As to how we met… It’s, um, kind of embarrassing in my opinion…”

“Don just straight up walked up to me and said, ‘You’re Cabe!’ as if they’re my biggest fan,” Cabe interrupts, ignoring the doctor’s hands slapping away at his shoulder. He simply presses his palm against Dr. Morphine’s face and holds him away at arm’s length. “Apparently they watched one of my shows and was fascinated, though I should mention now they were sixteen at the time. I thought they were thirteen, though, so sixteen was a relief.”

He snorts and gently shoves the doctor aside, who puffs out his cheeks in frustration. Honestly, it’s adorable.

“And long story short we became roommates ‘til they got their job as a doc,” Cabe says with a small shrug, as if he didn’t just completely omit key points of the story. “Then they moved to here to do all sorts of shady business.”

The unsaid question of “But did you two sleep together?” is left dangling the air, and they both pointedly look at Lucien, as if daring him to ask–though, to be really honest, they would rather he not.

It was rather endearing to see the two get along so well. However, Lucien was a tad bit jealous of the fact that the two were roommates for quite a while. Not that he’d ever admit to being jealous of it, though.

Cabe’s story raised a lot of questions. The first thing that came to mind was whether or not they had sex together. The way the two looked at Lucien- put pressure on him caused his imagination to go wild. He had his suspicions, but didn’t want confirmation. Besides, he only just met Dr. Morphine.

“S-So...” Lucien was still unsure what was appropiate to ask right now, “Dr. Morphine, I apologise for not addressing you correctly earlier.” He said while giving the doctor an apologetic smile. He had no idea that Freud got him good back then, though, he’s glad the doctor didn’t take it personally. “And...” he paused for a few seconds, “what was it like living with Cabe?” He knows he shouldn’t ask too much, but he was just so curious about everything.

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

Cabe had closed his eyes, as if to block out everything around him–but he opens them again to look at Lucien, and his gaze softens. His fingers gently brush over Lucien’s, reassuring.

“I’m fine,” he answers. “Don–” here he spares a glance to the doctor, who’s silently watching the scene while pressing one of his fluffy white towels to their face and blinking back tears, “–didn’t really hurt me anyway. Saved me, really; dunno what was poisoning me, but they got it out somehow.”

He reaches over and snatches the towel away from the doctor, ignoring their faint cry of protest, and wipes away the smear of blood on his forehead before throwing it back at their face.

“Sorry for making you worry,” Cabe mumbles, looking away from both people in the room.

"No need to apologise," Lucien smiled at Cabe, who was looking the other way. "I'm just glad you're going to be okay now." Thanks to him. He thought to himself, glancing over at Morphine.

"Uhm, may I ask you something, Morhphine? How exactly did you meet Cabe?" He had his speculations, but he'd rather not think about those for too long.

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

The doctor’s eyebrows raise a fraction, as if they didn’t expect Lucien to ask them to wake Cabe up. “No problem~” they reply anyway, with a smile that borders sheepish as they rub the short hairs on the side of their head. “All in a day’s work, really..”

They turn back towards Cabe, eyes gleaming now. “But let’s get to waking him~”

They lean over the table and slowly reach up a hand. Their fingers brush Cabe’s cheek, exceedingly gentle–and then their hand flies up and comes down to smack Cabe’s face as hard as they possibly can. The sound’s thunderous.

“Ca–be–wake–up!!!” they sing, each syllable broken with another slap before–

“That fucking hurts!” Cabe jolts upward, and with a solid crack his forehead meets with the doctor’s nose. For a moment they pause, the doctor grabbing their face while Cabe clutches his stomach.

“…?” Cabe finally looks up, looking fist at Lucien, then the room, and finally to the doctor, whose nose is bleeding. At the same time his appearances changes back; his skin pales, the horns recede back into his skull, and his eyes fade back to white and blue. “Lucien? Don?”

It takes him another second, and then recognition floods his face and he looks back down at the bandaged wound. “Ah, right…” With a sigh he flops back onto the table, letting out a quiet tsk at the sharp pain at his abdomen.

Lucien, astounded by the repercussions of his decision, could only watch things unfold. He was not sure what exactly he expected from the doctor, but it was certainly not… this.

His attention was mainly focused on Cabe, with the occasional glare in Morphine’s direction. That’s what you get… he had to admit, he also had himself to blame. He felt so sorry- guilty- for causing his lover even more harm.

“Hey,” he spoke softly while gently grasping Cabe’s hand, “are you okay? Do you need anything?” I can get you anything. He looked at Cabe with a concerned expression. “Dr. Morphine didn’t hurt you too badly, right?” These, amongst a bunch of other questions were thrown his way.

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

The doctor’s eyes, still black, soften as they watch Lucien sit on the couch. “Oh, don’t worry about it…” they say, rather dreamily, but they look back down at Cabe.

They work quietly from then on, occasionally murmuring to themselves. A bottle of clear liquid opens itself, and the smell of isopropanol fills the air as the bottle pours its contents onto Cabe’s wound, which fizzes and bubbles. They mop up the wound again with a clean towel and sprinkle more white powder on it before reaching up for the floating needle in the air.

Another blink, and their eyes are purple once more.

The stitches are neat and tidy, a dainty row of identical, parallel lines that cross through the slit of Cabe’s stomach and pulls the borders of flesh together. Their hands never hesitate, their gaze steady–fond–and their movements–well, perhaps a well practiced pianist could not give a better performance.

And then they snip the thread with a small pair of scissors and look at their work. The wound’s clean, as it is no longer bleeding, and so it’s finally visible. It’s a single slice, evidently done with some extremely sharp object, nearly perpendicular with Cabe’s body, as if the person had meant to see organs spill and a demon’s pain. They got rather close, after all.

The doctor’s gaze lingers, satisfied, but they finally look up to a small jar that has floated their way. With it they spread a thin layer of sharp smelling gel onto the wound, fingertips barely grazing over the stitches.

Finally, with a strained squint from the doctor, Cabe gently floats a few inches off the table, enough for Dr. Morphine to wipe his back clean of blood and carefully wrap a pale roll of bandages around his abdomen. They remove the now liberally stained sheet from the table and again wipe it down before Cabe is lowered back onto it.

“There,” they breathe, and they take off the mask, the apron, the gloves. They’re looking at Cabe, at his sleeping, peaceful expression, before they look back at Lucien. “He’s fine now, just resting.” Their gaze is so gentle. “Do you want me to wake him up?”

There was a sigh of relief from Lucien when he heard that Cabe was going to be alright. He got up from his seat and walked closer to take a better look at him. Even without all the blood, it still looked rather painful. At least he didn’t have to worry now. He believed Cabe was in good hands. Doctor Morphine seemed like a nice person after all.

“I’d quite like for him to wake up.” He looked back at the doctor, “Thank you– Thank you for saving him.” It sounded a bit forced, he had no idea how to express his gratitude.

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

The doctor’s smile is hidden underneath their mask, but the corners of their eyes crinkle as they look towards Lucien before finally, finally focusing their attention on Cabe. At least they didn’t seem to hear Lucien’s comment.

They stroll to the operating table and reach out two covered fingers, pressing them lightly against Cabe’s neck, just underneath the jaw, and allow a small pause before removing them and continuing the conversation.

“Oh, he has~ I’ve never heard him talk about someone so much before besides Kraatz,” they say as they walk to the center of the table.

With a swift motion they peel up the hem of Cabe’s shirt from the mess of blood that’s now his abdomen. A blink and the doctor’s eyes become black; nearly so, besides the nearly white blue that is now their pupils.

They continue talking, their tone light as if they aren’t focusing on saving Cabe’s life, though they don’t look up once.

“I’ve been dying to meet you, but Cabe says he doesn’t like me being around his favorite people.” Now they’re touching the wound with a thoughtful expression, light fingers brushing over the slit and swimming in still gushing blood. The floor around the table’s already getting quite covered. “So mean.. It’s not like I’m going to steal you away or anything.” The pout’s almost audible in his voice.

One of the drawers of the pedestal bursts open and a vial of clear liquid floats out. They take it and fill a syringe with it before seamlessly plunging the needle into Cabe’s neck.

“There…” They murmur, mainly to themselves, and withdraw the needle. From the same drawer a container of white powder floats up, opens itself, and disposes most of its contents onto Cabe’s wound.

“–Ah!” They suddenly look up, black eyes looking almost upset, because, “I’m so sorry–go ahead and take a seat!” With a bloody hand they gesture at a scatter of chairs that sit not too far away from the table and a small, blue couch covered in pillows. “Or if you want, you’re free to make yourself a drink in my kitchen–there’s tea–aah, what am I saying, I’m so sorry–I’ll make it myself after, but really, do have a seat!”

They’re working alongside their apologies, mopping up the pasty mixture of blood and powder from Cabe’s wound with a fluffy white towel as as a thick needle threads itself with equally thick red cord that unwinds from a spool.

Meanwhile Cabe–poor Cabe–has become completely unresponsive–mainly because he fell asleep. Or unconscious. Either works.

Lucien continued to listen to the doctor while looking at Cabe, who he hoped was in good hands now. Please, don’t hurt him even more…

Now that they mention it, he’s never really heard much about Cabe’s friends. I wonder what he told them about me… “I haven’t heard much about you through Cabe. Other than that you’re a doctor.” After a second thought, he could have seen this coming. A doctor in the hidden district? The thought still disturbed him just a bit.

Lucien can’t deny that he at least jumped a little when the drawer opened all by itself. Psychokinesis? Why am I even surprised at this point…

He looked at the doctor as they gestured to some chairs and a couch. “Uh… I hope you don’t mind my suit.” He said, apologetically, taking a seat on the couch. “Please, don’t let me distract you.” He inspected his surroundings, not feeling at ease yet. He was still quite tensed up and in shock from what happened before he got here.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Cabe, who has been unresponsive to any kind of stimuli the entire time. He just hoped that his lover was going to be alright. Not like he was leaving before he was absolutely certain the other was alright.

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

For a moment there’s just silence, only punctured by Cabe’s ragged breathing that’s only getting calmer and slower, and then with a swift pitter patter of footsteps the door opens.

Dr. Morphine takes a second to take in the sight, surprised purple eyes first looking up at the tall visitor at their doorway, the half-dead Cabe, and finally the dark blood dripping onto the hallway.

“Well if it isn’t Lucien!” Their voice is like silk and they smile, warm and welcoming. “I believe we haven’t met before, but I’ve heard so much about you from Cabe–” They motion at the third party member, who now isn’t responding to any stimuli, “–but first come in, come in! And do close the door behind you.”

Through the doorway is, of course, their home, a simple apartment floor of a small kitchen merged with a living room with shut doors. It’s remarkably clean, and the floor is a smooth white mass instead of carpet. Where a dining table should be sits instead a segmented, long table, to which Dr. Morphine now spreads a white sheet over.

“Lie Cabe down here, would you kindly? Injury facing up,” they request, and while they’re finally acknowledging Cabe’s state their smile doesn’t falter. They even hum a pleasant tune as they reach over and wheel over a pedestal on which a tray of equipment sits on to them.

They pull a paper mask over their mouth and behind their ears and retrieve a bloody apron from a cupboard, which they swiftly put on over their coat and clothes.

“If I had known you were coming I would’ve made some tea,” they say apologetically, now pulling silicone gloves over their hands. “Oh–and I believe I’ve never introduced myself! I’m Dr. Morphine–I would shake your hand, but I’m sorry; I already put my gloves on.”

Lucien looked down at the young man in slight confusion. He certainly did not expect... this. As the other motioned towards Cabe, he noticed that he had stopped responding. This is bad.

He walked in, carrying Cabe, and closed the door behind him. He looked around him and couldn’t help but ask himself if he’s actually visiting a doctor or just visiting someone for tea... it all felt strange- off- to him.

After lying Cabe down on the table, he looked back at the doctor. Why is he so calm? Moreover, why is he treating patients in his own house?! The man didn’t seem rude, he sounded genuinely nice. “I don’t believe this man’s ever been to medical school...” He said, under his breath, looking at Cabe. He knew it was rude of him to say that. He hoped the other white-haired man didn’t hear him.

As he glanced over, he noticed the doctor was putting on a blood-besmirched apron. His eyes widened. I should have taken him to a normal hospital, this is absurd...

Doctor... Morphine... “Oh-it’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Morphine.” Saying Lucien was speechless was an understatement. “I believe I don’t have to introduce myself, Cabe must have told you a lot about me.” At least he’s got some sense of hygiene...

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

Cabe stares at Lucien, his already blank stare looking even more dead with its current color palette. As the seconds tick by his appearance is only changing more, so subtly that it’s hard to catch until the effects already settle in, like how a sunset changes colors; ashen, creamy white starts flickering at the roots of his hair and his skin darkens to the color of muddy water.

His blood changes too, becoming darker and thicker as more pours out of him.

“I’ll be fine,” he manages to mumble as, with wisps as dark as night, his horns materialize from his skull.

He’s saying the truth. Kind of. He doesn’t bother to say—even think about how much more energy it takes to take someone with him, about how he almost never does it, even with Kraatz. At least Lucien’s also a demon; that makes it easier.

He doesn’t want to leave Lucien behind anyway.

Lucien’s already holding him, so he just grasps the other’s lapels, leaning his forehead on his chest, eyes pointed at the ground. He doesn’t say anything as their shadows, barely visible, swirl on the ground. Tendrils of darkness begin to climb up their ankles, and with a soft exhale they melt into the shadows.

Only a few seconds later they reappear, in some hallway of some residence tower of the hidden district, a shut door in front of them.

And Cabe collapses against Lucien, breathing hard. One shaking hand grasps tightly at his wound as if it’s trying to hold him together–which isn’t far from the truth.

Lucien wanted to heavily protest against Cabe taking them both, but were there really any other options? Other options that ensured they’d make it there in time, that is. He also didn’t want to leave Cabe all alone; he couldn’t stop thinking about how his condition might get worse.

He tightened his grip on Cabe as they both got engulfed by shadows and disappeared. However, as they reappear, the other collapses against him, just as he feared.

“H-Hey... hang in there--” please don’t fall asleep...

In a rush of desperation, he knocked on the door. Not paying much heed to who it might belong to. He’d be happy with anything- or anyone- that might be able to help Cabe.

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17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

Lucien looked- stared at the wound. He wondered how much pain Cabe had to endure. “Please, tell me what happened.” He uttered, holding him. He didn’t care about the bloodstains.

He’d seen Cabe hurt before, but this was something else. It hurt him to even look- think about the other’s pain. “Who did this to you?”

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Cabe tries to press a shaky hand against Lucien to push him away–he doesn’t want to get blood on him–, but his strength is bubbling out of him like his blood, and all he manages to do is leave bloody fingerprints on his boyfriend’s blazer.

“Who..?” he repeats, squinting, as if he had forgotten. “That..That doesn’t matter. They’re gone now.”

And gone they are, their shredded remains left in some alleyway of the lower district.

Cabe sighs, a sigh that easily turns into a fit of coughs that causes sprays of blood to coat the ground. Gah. It’s not often he gets attacked, even less so for him to be so caught off guard that he actually takes in damage.

The wound’s not healing at its normal pace… he thinks, pressing against the slit with his hand.

“I.. I have somewhere I need to go,” he says. “Doctor. Friend of mine. Hidden district, though.” 

As well known by all of the city’s residents, it isn’t exactly easy getting into the hidden district. Cabe momentarily closes his eyes, and when he opens them again they’re yellow, his scleras darkened to a pitch black. He looks at Lucien. “I can take us.”

[lucienumbra]

Lucien hates- detests- getting any kind of dirt on his clothing, but it was the least of his concerns right now. He'll worry about the blood later. As long as Cabe's aggressors are gone, he didn't care what happened to them. The sight of Cabe struggling to even stand left him in shock. "Don't strain yourself too much." He said, feeling powerless, not being able to soothe- relieve- the other's pain. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw Cabe still being able to use most of his powers. "Please, only if it won't do you any more harm."

[questionablebros]

17, and let's go with Cabe))

17:“I think you’re going to need stitches.”

“Stitches?” Cabe repeats with a scoff. Ugh. He hasn’t eaten anything in days, meaning that right now the contents of his stomach are only acid and blood, an unpleasant mixture that’s bubbling up his throat and is already seeping out of his mouth in streams. He wipes his mouth, causing a large, dark smear to coat the lower half of his face. 

“I.. I don’t need stitches,” he tries to rasp, gripping the wall because for some reason it feels like his legs are going to give out. Okay. Wow. Maybe he did take more damage than necessary. “Just—give me a day, I-I’ll be fine–”

He stops, because something in his abdomen gave an unpleasant lurch towards the outward direction, and he lets out a “tsk” as he presses his fingers against the gash across his belly. It’s slippery, and his eyebrows goes upward as a finger accidentally slips in, and, oh, yep, that’s a gut alright.

“Okay, fine, I need stitches!” he exclaims, annoyed for some reason. He locks eyes with Lucien, his expression immediately softening to apologetic, and he looks away. “Sorry. It’s just–this doesn’t happen often.”

[lucienumbra]

Lucien looked- stared at the wound. He wondered how much pain Cabe had to endure. "Please, tell me what happened." He uttered, holding him. He didn't care about the bloodstains. He'd seen Cabe hurt before, but this was something else. It hurt him to even look- think about the other's pain. "Who did this to you?"

[oocteddybear]

“But what if instead of horns Lucien had cat ears?” Well now you know :3

[lucienumbra]

((He looks CUTE, I love kitties! But I think I’d rather have Lucien with goat horns))

[lucienumbra]

(Four) Sir. Do you need any help?

Lucien was lost in thought, contemplating what books to borrow next. He went to a different location than usual. However, this library wasn’t new to him. Trying to pick out just the right books was always quite the task.

“?!”

He noticed the young boy beckoning him. He had never seen his face before, but then again, he doesn’t come here very often.

“Hm?” The boy must’ve noticed that he remained stationary for an hour now that he thinks about it. “Yeah, I could use a little help.”

[4four-kun-deactivated20161002]

Four stared at the man expressionlessly and smiled when he asked the question. “…Quite a while.” He said. That was half a lie. He works here part-time… Well… He used to. He’s just visiting, his librarian instincts just came to him when he saw Lucien. 

“It’s interesting how you’ve read all the books…” He said with a smile. It’s actually not that surprising for him since he read all of the books too. “I have too.” He stated with a friendly grin. 

[lucienumbra]

The vague answer didn't help Lucien. Not at all. However, he decided to let the boy be. It wasn't important anyway.

"It was kind of a given that you read them all." He smiled bakc, he rarely does that. "It's not that interesting that I've read them all. After all, I have quite a lot of time to read." Besides, he's a very ardent reader.

[lucienumbra]

(Four) Sir. Do you need any help?

Lucien was lost in thought, contemplating what books to borrow next. He went to a different location than usual. However, this library wasn’t new to him. Trying to pick out just the right books was always quite the task.

“?!”

He noticed the young boy beckoning him. He had never seen his face before, but then again, he doesn’t come here very often.

“Hm?” The boy must’ve noticed that he remained stationary for an hour now that he thinks about it. “Yeah, I could use a little help.”

[4four-kun-deactivated20161002]

“Of course.” Four nodded. He has many customers before so he is not swayed by Lucien’s answer. “The Number of the Stars is a pretty good book, but it’s an easy read. The Help and To Kill a Mockingbird is favored by most of the guests.” He said a long list of books before looking up at Lucien and smiling. “Which one do you prefer?” 

[lucienumbra]

Lucien attentively listened to the long, long list of books, hoping to hear a title he had yet to give a read. "Those all sound fairly interesting. However, I've already read all the books you listed before." Moreover, he even owned first editions of most of those books.

"Say," he started again, "how long have you been helping out around here? I have never seen you before." He asked, his tone calm as ever.

[lucienumbra]

(Four) Sir. Do you need any help?

Lucien was lost in thought, contemplating what books to borrow next. He went to a different location than usual. However, this library wasn’t new to him. Trying to pick out just the right books was always quite the task.

“?!”

He noticed the young boy beckoning him. He had never seen his face before, but then again, he doesn’t come here very often.

“Hm?” The boy must’ve noticed that he remained stationary for an hour now that he thinks about it. “Yeah, I could use a little help.”

[4four-kun-deactivated20161002]

“I see…” Four said, rustling through the shelves of books. “I would recommend a series for you then…” He suggested. “Do you prefer fiction or non fiction? I personally recommend the Mortal Instrument series, but I haven’t read the second book yet.” He said. “I have other recommendations if you want” He smiled kindly. 

[lucienumbra]

Lucien averted his eyes to recall where he had heard that title before. “Hmm, as far as fiction and non-fiction go, I have no preference, really.” He noted, “However, I am not a big fan of fantasy, so I don’t think I will be reading any of the Mortal Instruments books...” It was true, fantasy was by far his least favourite genre.

“That aside, you said you had other recommendations?”

[lucienumbra]

ooc: Updates

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[24-6-’15] > Fixed some links  > Updated relationships (page)

[lucienumbra]

(Four) Sir. Do you need any help?

Lucien was lost in thought, contemplating what books to borrow next. He went to a different location than usual. However, this library wasn’t new to him. Trying to pick out just the right books was always quite the task.

“?!”

He noticed the young boy beckoning him. He had never seen his face before, but then again, he doesn’t come here very often.

“Hm?” The boy must’ve noticed that he remained stationary for an hour now that he thinks about it. “Yeah, I could use a little help.”

[4four-kun-deactivated20161002]

Four smiled and looked at what books the man had. “What genre are you looking for? Maybe I can recommend some” He offered. He hasn’t seen this man in the library at all, maybe because he’s never really been here. 

He looked on the shelves and then looked at the man. He gave off a unique atmosphere though…

[lucienumbra]

“Hmmm...” He looked at the friendly boy next to him, ”I am actually having quite a hard time deciding on a specific genre.” In cases like this, he’d just reread yet another allegorical novel. “However, I might just look for another allegorical novel to read.”

He looked around a little to examine the place again. It’s actually a rather nice place, I should come here more often...