#clearlygreatfireball

[skyguarded]

@clearlygreatfireball said: who did this to you -accepting

Clearly he’s done something right if that guy is here again. Or they just don’t want to risk him throwing up on the carpet. He does still feel dizzy and nauseous. And he can’t remember the damn guy’s name which is probably a bad sign. He thinks he can almost feel Black. Far far away like when his right hand itches and there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s not talking to him though. He’s not even sure she’s aware of him. Shiro keeps telling himself she can’t be or he wouldn’t still be here.

He squints and really does try. Try to think. Speak. Remember the fucking guy’s name because it’s probably rude to ask again. His head feels too heavy to hold up, but he can’t place where he is in relation to the wall. Usually they put him in a place where he can lean against it, but with the tie too short to get up. Even though he hasn’t tried anything in a while, he thinks they’re still slightly afraid of him. Which is good. Somehow.

At least he’s pretty sure he isn’t bleeding. Nothing really stings though he isn’t even sure he’s aware enough to feel if it did. One foot doesn’t have any feeling in it and when he tries to shuffle around to fix it, he tips over. It’s a short fall thankfully given he has no hands to catch himself. And it’s kind of funny in a way to the part of his brain that still isn’t really there. Not like it’ll make the coming headache any worse than it’ll already be. He makes a sort of snorting noise, deciding it isn’t worth the effort to get up. Foot wiggles a bit until it stops feeling numb. The aches and pains will come later when he’s more with it. For now his throat doesn’t hurt much and the usual muscle aches that come from the collar are faint. He keeps squinting. “‘Kay. Give up. You who?”

[itsybitsyparker]

Peter had become familiar with the seedy nooks and crannies of San Fransokyo since moving there a little over a year ago, he crept quietly along a rooftop watching the dimly lit alleyways and dilapidated houses for any sign of criminal activity. Supervillains were sparse and far between here (and really Peter never thought he’d miss Doc Ock so much) -but they were beginning to become more common since Big Hero 6′s debut a few months ago.

C’mon supervillain action. Today had been hard, it’d been the unveiling of the new Tadashi Hamada Memorial Building, and though they hadn’t been close, hadn’t had the time to get close, Peter had still known him, had still studied with him, went out to lunch with him, and considered him a friend. He needed to punch something.

There was a movement on the rooftop beside his and Peter whipped around, webshooters at the ready. Skulking about on rooftops was never a good sign. A man stood there, Peter could barely see him in the shadows, until the man turned  and the light of the streetlamps illuminated him just enough to make out his features.

“Oh fuck no.” Peter stuttered, forgetting any Spiderman bravado he might’ve had a second earlier. Because standing there, scarred and battered but very much alive was; “Tadashi?”

@clearlygreatfireball​

[skyguarded]

  At first he thinks it’s a dead body and that’s worse than if the guy was alive.  Shiro can’t resist nudging the limp thing with a toe.  Not getting a reaction is also bad, but he thinks he can see chest rise.  Breath sounds wheezy and he knows there’s nothing he can do about that except attempt to prop the guy up in a corner.  For a moment he wonders if the other also came from the stars, but he looks far too young to be a fully trained astronaut.  Too young to be stuck in space prison.  He moves to the raised platform that served as the bed and perched up there.  In theory it would be nice to have company, but not if the stranger died before waking up.  “Hey.  You-” he half chokes on the word with the way throat hurts.  Can’t actually remember the last time he talked to someone.  “Get the fuck up or I’m eating you.” 

@clearlygreatfireball plotted

[skyguarded]

@clearlygreatfireball said: reverse [ throat ] 

He thought they’d talked about this.  The don’t bother if he’s in the bathroom at three in the morning.  Maybe he’d forgotten to lock the door.  Had planned on showering at some point, leaving the prosthetic on the counter.  Now he’s in lion pajama pants with remaining hand on Tadashi’s throat.  He doesn’t move even though this is almost his worst case scenario.  They’re dating, he should be comfortable with this by now.  Whatever it’s called when partner sees him without a shirt on the verge of a breakdown.  He thinks it’s some weird level of intimacy that he doesn’t think is fitting for such a late hour.  “I am this close to making you sleep on the couch.”

[skyguarded]

 @clearlygreatfireball said:“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.” 

“Uh...no?”  He’d seen a lot worse and it wasn’t like the shrapnel hit anything important.  It was just deep and bleeding.  “It’s totally fine.  Hell, I can fix this.  You guys got a suture kit?”  The regular first aid kit wouldn’t do much.  It would likely bleed through average bandages.  At least it wasn’t anyone’s fault.  There was a reason people didn’t play with fire.  Reasons like fire plus unknown chemicals made things like metal explode.  “You’ll live.”

[skyguarded]

    It’s dark to the point that he shouldn’t be able to see anything.  But he can.  He can see metal claws and so much red.  Shiro doesn’t have to have context to know what’s happening and why.  He knows both answers.  It’s his fault.  It always is.  There’s no mouth movements, but he can still hear.  Because he complained, whined.  Because he refused to listen.  Tried to contact friends or the lions or escape.  “Hey-” his voice cracks.  “It’s gonna be fine.  Totally fine.”  He can’t cauterize that.  Not a direct neck injury.  Not a complete puncture that likely passed through a lung.  He doesn’t remember humans having this much blood.  It’s fatal without a pod or quintessence.  There’s no surviving that.  He’s always hated the noises people make when dying.  The horrible sounds of choking on their own blood, guttural cries and wheezy prayers.  Tadashi makes those noises.  Sputters and gags.  Shiro can’t even catch him, bound just feet away.  He flinches when the body drops, heavy and undeserving of such a fate.     He barely wakes in time for it start to turn.  Shiro skitters out from under the covers and promptly falls off the bed.  His side of the bed is soaked in cold sweat.  Black is loud in his head.  Too loud, giving him a headache alongside nausea.  He can’t get fingers to uncurl to check pulse.  But he can see chest rising and that’s enough for him.  He kicks the bed in an effort to wake the other without opening his mouth and sticks head in trash can to be safe.  With the way his legs are shaking he doubts he’d make it to the bathroom.  

@clearlygreatfireball plotted

[skyguarded]

 @clearlygreatfireball  said: 🚿  

“Shit-sorry-I didn’t hear the water on so I just...y’know.”  He cleared his throat and carefully turned gaze to ceiling.  But they were partners for a reason and Shiro wasn’t about to pretend he hadn’t seen anything.  And he had, he just wasn’t sure what it was.  “Hey can you uh-real quick just...turn around?”

[skyguarded]

@clearlygreatfireball   - liked 

“Dashi?”  Black is rumbling uncomfortably, on the defense.  Tadashi is smoking at this rate, something Shiro hasn’t seen him do in a while.  “Uh...you okay?”  They’re only here for a quick visit, some exploring and what he’d hoped to be a romantic date, but not if his boyfriend was on fire.