*a bitter, bloody kiss is the last gift he shares before relinquishing his fate to her, letting nanika gently pull his hand out of his gushing wound and seal the open cavity herself, repaying him for his sacrifice. with a gasping breath of relief, he feels the rush of blood reentering his veins, filling his drained system with life until he feels full and whole once again. his heart pumps gratefully in his chest as she collapses against it, its beat so strong one could never guess it was dying out just moments before. he lifts a hand still stained with blood but no longer injured, and tentatively pets her head, murmuring,*
thank you...
*he silently lays her down on the mattress and gazes dully around at the mess they've made, barely able to process the sharp turn the evening had taken. the room looks like something out of a horror movie, alluka's pink blankets and party favors stained with deep red. deafening the cacophony of dreadful questions swirling between his ears, he sets himself to the practical task of cleaning up so alluka won't have to wake to such a terrible sight. he strips off the bloodstained blankets, then her clothes themselves and gathers them up to haul to the underwear room, where his own clothes are quickly cleansed as well.
he returns soon after to find her still sleeping soundly, belly round with festivities and flesh. her face and hands are still smeared crimson, so he grabs a wet rag from the bathroom and sits down beside her to gently wash the blood from her skin, chills running through him each time he remembers it's his.
a deep sadness settles over him as he slips a new nightshirt on her, arranging her delicately amongst the pillows. he must have been foolish to think his sister had been spared the bloodlust of their family line; clearly it's ingrained so deeply into their genes that, despite his best efforts all this time, he couldn't save her from it. at least it'd been he who paid the price.
sliding into the cramped bed, he curls tight around his satiated sister but struggles to close his eyes, haunted by all that's happened. sleep won't find him for a long time, and when it does, nightmares are sure to follow. he hopes, at least, that her dreams will be pleasant. he kisses her rosy cheek, wincing at the scent of his blood on her breath.*
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Date: 2023-10-25 02:55 am (UTC)thank you...
*he silently lays her down on the mattress and gazes dully around at the mess they've made, barely able to process the sharp turn the evening had taken. the room looks like something out of a horror movie, alluka's pink blankets and party favors stained with deep red. deafening the cacophony of dreadful questions swirling between his ears, he sets himself to the practical task of cleaning up so alluka won't have to wake to such a terrible sight. he strips off the bloodstained blankets, then her clothes themselves and gathers them up to haul to the underwear room, where his own clothes are quickly cleansed as well.
he returns soon after to find her still sleeping soundly, belly round with festivities and flesh. her face and hands are still smeared crimson, so he grabs a wet rag from the bathroom and sits down beside her to gently wash the blood from her skin, chills running through him each time he remembers it's his.
a deep sadness settles over him as he slips a new nightshirt on her, arranging her delicately amongst the pillows. he must have been foolish to think his sister had been spared the bloodlust of their family line; clearly it's ingrained so deeply into their genes that, despite his best efforts all this time, he couldn't save her from it. at least it'd been he who paid the price.
sliding into the cramped bed, he curls tight around his satiated sister but struggles to close his eyes, haunted by all that's happened. sleep won't find him for a long time, and when it does, nightmares are sure to follow. he hopes, at least, that her dreams will be pleasant. he kisses her rosy cheek, wincing at the scent of his blood on her breath.*
...i love you, too.