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...

IHU

[dogeat_underdog]

Love you t-- [Simon chokes out a sob, because all he's left holding is a rainbow-colored slick that's dissolving to nothing in his hands.] Oh. Oh, Father, oh, Dad, no...

NOOO ULM

[guriel]

[And in almost no time there's nothing left, except for the few tiny physical objects Guriel carried on him -- a tiny beaded dog that Lester made, one of Ben's business cards. Nothing else remains.]

...okay, ILU. But you are mean. :p

[dogeat_underdog]

[Simon holds those objects to his chest like the precious things they are. What is he gonna tell Ben and Lester...]

reconstructing because whaaat the fuck LJ

[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]

Don't think Raph can . . . [Guriel winces and tries again to catch hold of Simon's hand.] Don't hurt yourself.