( thereโs a call out into the void as a bloodied hand reaches through the veil in an attempt to contact @DAEMONlCUS and pull the other through.
itโs time to come home, Bad. itโs time to wake up.
wake up. wake up. ๐ธ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ. )
ยปยปโโโโ-ใโใโโโโ-ยซยซ
๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐.
AU PORTRAYAL.
for the D/SMP VERSE.
penned by #สแดแดษดษขแดแดสแดs.
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โcourse it matters.
( a huff, tired gaze scanning the other. )
. . it matters to me, at least. weโre friends, after all.
( lifting a wet rag, heโs gently wiping and dabbing around the eye to get the blood off and clean the area surrounding it. )
so, tell me.
( the mask displacement has techno getting the sudden urge to look away, but he hesitates. _
i'll make sure that's still in the agenda, don't worry.
( allowing his hand to fall limply by his side, face neutral. )
( a shrug. )
does it r'lly matter?
( taking his mask off and setting it to the side. he needs full vision to make sure he doesnโt hurt tech more than he already is, after all. )
nah, figured it would be one of us tossing anโ,, an axe at the other.
( gently taking Technos hand, moving it away from the
( he nods, doing as told and taking a seat. letting his gaze fall on the blond. )
pushy.
( still keeping his hand covering the injury. )
didn't think our next meetin' would be like this, now did you?
itโs not much, but itโs private enough.
( rummaging through various storage chests for everything he can find related to medical supplies. )
i stick around for . .
[ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ. ]
( shaking his head. )
my own reasons.
sit. now.
( humming as the cave envelops over them, looking around with an idle eye. )
love what you've done with the place.
( grunting every time a certain step placed too much pressure on his hurt eye. )
surprised you're still around.
( pushing his mask back down, heโs turning himself around. )
cโmon.
( carefully moving through trees โtil a cave is reached. pulling a lever to open the entrance. )
welcome to my humble abode.
( stepping inside, gesturing for Tech to follow. )
( he moves away from the touch at first; old habits dying hard, but he eventually concedes.
( avoiding his gaze. )
if that's how you want to spend your evenin', sure.
( gently, a hand outstretched to tug Techno toward him only slightly. )
( lifting his mask so he can get a good look at him. )
. . .
iโve got โ,, got medical stuff. let me help you.