405. There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

[a_scarlet_devil]

(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

Comments

Pft, what is this "rolling" of which you speak.

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon drops to his knees beside Guri. Blood splashes.] Guri, no, nononono, little brother, no...

IKR? incidentally it gave me a 2 and a 1 which seems oddly useful

[guriel]

[Guriel coughs wetly and stares down at the enormous hole in his center of mass. He's . . . pretty sure regular guns have never done that.] Ow.

Almost as if random.org read our minds or something!

[dogeat_underdog]

[And Simon's trying to stanch the blood, but there's so much, and he's pouring his Grace into his little brother, trying to keep him in the here and now. His voice is choked and broken.] Stay with me Guri, for Dad's sake...

[guriel]

[Guri chokes and reaches out to make a feeble grab for Simon's hand. It doesn't actually work.] Stoppit, Simon, you'll hurt yourself . . .

[dogeat_underdog]

Not as much as you're hurt, Guri. [This is bad, this is very bad, this is all his worst nightmares coming true all at once. His hands are soaked with his little brother's blood.] Raph, where's Raph...

[guriel]

[Guriel shakes his head weakly, still trying to get hold of Simon's hand. His fingers won't work.] Don't think Raph can . . .

[dogeat_underdog]

No, he has to, you have to, just hold on, Guri, stay with me. [He catches Guri's hand, since that seems to be what he wants, and continues to try to stop the bleeding with his other. But there's too much, way too much...]

[guriel]

[Guriel shivers and tries to squeeze Simon's fingers. It goes about as well as you'd expect.] I wanna, Simon. Don't think I'm gonna, though.

So proud of you. D'I tell you that? I forget.

[dogeat_underdog]

Yeah. Yeah, you did. Lots of times. [Simon's getting more frantic.] Don't go, Guri, please...

RAPH! [He sends the cry winging out through the universe, but he doesn't know if it'll do an good from this place.]

[guriel]

[Guri nods and closes his eyes. He's flickering, he can feel himself flickering, like a reel of film right before it runs out . . .] Proud of you, big brother. Love you. Always loved you.

Always. Will.

No. Suitable. ICONS.

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon gathers him up and wraps wings and arms both around his body. Oh, Dad, he's so cold, please...] Love you too, Guri. My brave little brother. Dad's Lion. [More Grace. He's not sure he can keep this up without guttering out himself.]

THERE WILL NEVER BE SUITABLE ICONS :'(

[guriel]

[Guri shivers and leans weakly into the contact.] Stoppit. I mean it, don't. Don't hurt yourself for me, Simon. Don't want that.

You gotta stay. Take care. Raz n' Ben n' Lester. Need someone.

NO THERE WILL NOT.

[dogeat_underdog]

[He's crying, when did he start crying, how can he not cry over this.] I suck at taking care of people. Please...

Re: NO THERE WILL NOT.

[guriel]

[Guri shakes his head and burrows against his brother. He's freezing.] Don't gotta. Be alone no more. Family. Takes care a' you too.

Gonna be okay. Come back. Someday.

*cries*

[dogeat_underdog]

We'll meet again. When Dad allows. We will, oh, we will... [Simon tightens his arms and wings, trying to transmit some warmth.] Oh, God, Guri, please, Dad, no...

IKR

[guriel]

Sorry. [Guriel closes his eyes. Not that it seems to matter, everything's already blacked out anyway.] Love you. Love you always, Kem--

[And he's gone.]