[ there's something there that makes his skin crawl, beneath the sting and the ache, like looking into dark corners for too long, like standing out in the rain an hour longer than was allowed. It's familiar, he thinks, in some muted and bloody-fresh way, like a melon (a skull) fresh broken, instead of one left to sit and rot and fester into something new and hideous and unrecognizable.
Urgency flares, and he puts aside creature comfort yet again. ]
Badou.
[ it's like a madman's dream, like if he says it enough, with enough hope, the brightly burning spark would rekindle, rise up, come back through the murk.
A little farfetched, but any hope was a good thing right now.
With a stifled groan, he pushes himself up, first onto a scuffed elbow, then to bruised knees. Time may not have healed all wounds but did, goddamn it, it did rob a man of a threshold once so hardy as to be noteworthy. Hurt hurt hurt it hurt and this wasn't even the worst of what could be but he grits his teeth, pushes himself up.
Gets a hand on Badou's shoulder and tries, tries, tries to look at him through everything. ]
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Urgency flares, and he puts aside creature comfort yet again. ]
Badou.
[ it's like a madman's dream, like if he says it enough, with enough hope, the brightly burning spark would rekindle, rise up, come back through the murk.
A little farfetched, but any hope was a good thing right now.
With a stifled groan, he pushes himself up, first onto a scuffed elbow, then to bruised knees. Time may not have healed all wounds but did, goddamn it, it did rob a man of a threshold once so hardy as to be noteworthy. Hurt hurt hurt it hurt and this wasn't even the worst of what could be but he grits his teeth, pushes himself up.
Gets a hand on Badou's shoulder and tries, tries, tries to look at him through everything. ]