Try as they might, a pained grunt still escaped past their lips when Sendak put pressure on the wound. It made a jolt of pain course through their body and make their mind alert for a few more moments before their vision started becoming blurry once more.
“C-commnader-! I’ve heard worse than this I can- ugh- survive!”
Did... did he really think that they weren’t going to make it? That they were going to die to that mere wound?
... okay, maybe it wasn’t a mere wound. Maybe it was actually a gash that was bleeding horribly much.
"There must be something I can do. Anything- j-just keep your eyes on me, my son." (commander-sendak) ((feels-train whoo whoo))
[ @commander-sendak ]
Pidge groaned, cradling their broken Galra arm to their chest. It hurt like hell and that was still putting it lightly considering it had been torn in half then smashed to bits.
Golden orbs looked up, action immediately regretted when a pounding headache made itself known to the ex-paladin. “Th-this is not going to kill me. I won’t be defeated by some mere wound.”
At first there was no reaction from the sleeping ex-paladin. They were far too tired to hear anything. Not for long though. With each object that fell and made a loud noise Pidge seemed to stir. It wasn’t long before they woke up with an annoyed groan.
“Rover, I swear--”
Rover was turned off. The realization sank in a moment later when their golden gaze rested on the shelf above their desk. It couldn’t be Chess either. Their small kitten was curled up next to them, still sleeping soundly. Then what could had caused everything to fall from its place?
That was when the faint whisper reached their ears. That was- It couldn’t be. No. Hell no. They were just too tired. That must had been it.
They were fighting the four paladins and in the next moment- All they knew was that there were bullets flying from Lance’s blue gun, the feeling of a deer being caught in the headlights as the aforementioned bullets rushed towards them and the fact that there was no escape. They had dug themselves into this hole, they had been too slow and now it was time to pay the price. They were going to die.
That was when they felt the push. Something- Sendak’s robotic arm- sent them flying, Pidge losing their balance and falling over, painfully skidding and rolling across the rocky terrain until they came to a sudden stop in a heap a few good meters away from where they were standing previously.
Confused and dizzy, they stood up slowly. Firstly they took in the damage they suffered- nothing bad, just a few bruises and scratches- and then they looked around until they found Sendak once again. The sight of the blood was more than enough to make them worry. Did- did he take the shot for them?!
“Commander!” The ex-paladin yelled, stumbling over their own feet as they hurried back over. “Co-Commander!”
[ Earlier today By the point I upload this it’s going to be yesterday when I was scrolling through my dash and I came across these sweet things. They are something Will would create bc he’s sappy, but never to your face or very rarely.
Of course since I’m that friend I had to send feels along w/ it when I sent it to @the-demonic-parvis and then RP shenanigans happened and I really wanted to write this.
Sorta written from Parv’s point of view, hope I got this right. ]
D e n i a l
The heartbeat had stopped roughly an hour or so ago. It beat normally until suddenly it spiked up as it usually did when Will got startled by something, but this time it was different. Instead of it returning to its normal rhythm it... it just stoppped. But Will couldn’t be dead, could he? Of course not.
For the rest of the day the bloodmage continued to work on his altar and arcane, occasionally fiddling with the ring and hoping that it just broke or stopped working.
Will couldn’t be dead. Right? Right....? He was just taking longer than usual.
A n g e r
It had to be the humans’ fault. It had to. They killed Will while he was out gathering resources. Why though? It made no sense! The solutionist slaved day and night to find solutions for their stupid problems and yet they killed him!
Suffice to say the altar got more blood than it had seen in the past month or so. Double, maybe even triple the quantity the musician usually gathered.
Somewhere in the back of his mind Mirrus chuckled lowly and coldly at the bloody display.
B a r g a i n
Mirrus. He could help bring Will back, right? Parv just had to make a deal, offer something equal to his lover’s life and that should do the trick. But what? He couldn’t give up his own life. He couldn’t put the blond through the pain of losing him and yet-
“No.”
It was an one word answer, but it felt like a punch in the gut. What did the demon mean by no? Could he not bring the solutionist back?!
D e p r e s s i o n
It started off easily enough. The guitarist was eating less and less, had traded sleeping in his room for spending time in Will’s workshop like bedroom. He barely left the room anymore, growing weaker with each passing day.
A c c e p t a n c e
Will... He really was gone, wasn’t he? He was... dead. He had probably died at the hands of the YogLabs employers otherwise Parv couldn’t understand the sudden sped up heartbeat. Adrenaline and fear of dying, sure, but it had to be something to really terrify him to make his heart beat like that.
There was no point in keeping the ring on anymore. It was just a bad reminder of what he had and lost. Nothing, but a painful reminder.
3. Surviving character in a situation where the dead character would have helped [ @the-demonic-parvis ]
Happy endings don’t exist. He has told himself over and over again that they weren’t real, that books and movies made them up for the sake of creating the illusion that in this dark world there still is a shred of hope.
For a while William has kept his thought in mind and it worked. It worked until he met Parvis and everything was turned upside-down.
“It’s over, Mirrus. The deal is off.”
O h d e a r P a r v, y o u b e l i e v e d t h a t i t w a s g o i n g t o b e t h a t e a s y?
The words still ring in his ears to this day, loud and clear. The image that accompanies them is always the same; the way the musician’s eyes dull, the deep red colour snuffed out of them as if a light switch has been flicked off, and he collapses onto himself similar to a puppet with its strings cut. That is what he was after all, no? A mere puppet in the demon’s hands. Mirrus has another host, he has Will, he doesn’t need the bloodmage anymore.
News spread fast and the solutionist knows this. He knows that sooner or later Xephos will show up at the doors of the castle with other scientists and an army of armed people to take him back to YogLabs. This time there is nothing stopping him.
William braces himself for this, but it isn’t the same as the other time when he has gone to the Labs to rescue his lover. This time, the guitarist is gone forever. There is no reason to fight anymore, to hold on and hope that things will get better because…
