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Tannusen 🐯 ([personal profile] black_black_heart) wrote in [community profile] genessia2017-05-26 12:08 am
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[ Action | OPEN ] if love's a fight then I shall die, with my heart on a trigger

Who: Cassian Lynch, Tannusen, and OPEN
Where: The hospital folks wake up in when they've died.
What: A direct continuation of this scene.
Where: Six+ hours after Cassian's death.
Warnings: Angst, probably some gore, more angst.
NOTES: Folks are welcome to encounter him wandering the hospital, but please don't prevent him from finding Cass in that thread at the end of it.

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Tannusen could be found wandering the hospital in a daze, dried tears caked on his face, his right arm and hand a bloodied, burned mess. His soul, already crumbling to ash in places from the act he'd just committed, smoked and hissed at being inside this banal place that ate away at the Faerie like an acid.

He didn't care.

The tiger wandered the halls, brushing aside the fake people who tried to stop him for one reason or another -- it wasn't visiting hours, his arm -- without seeming to really even register them.

...

Eventually, eventually, one of the rooms he glanced into made him stop in his tracks. Pause, for a long few minutes in shock. He hadn't really expected Cassian's body to re-appear here, and wasn't sure, yet, what it meant that it had. Tannusen stepped into the room and stared at the body for another long moment, not quite registering that it was breathing; the expression was no longer slack with death.

It was only after he'd climbed right onto the hospital bed with the unconscious man that he realized there was a heartbeat drumming away in that thin chest.

He didn't know why.

The tiger just clung to the smaller man and shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of life where there shouldn't have been any.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-26 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
It had been posed at him, like it was a difficult choice to make.

To accept death? Finality, peace, the comfort of knowing that he'd no longer have to drag himself endlessly through time, never aging, never dying, constantly pushed to the edge of sanity, watching everyone he'd ever cared about crumble away to nothing.

Or to go back? Go back to a world that wasn't his, to troubles and toils that were no longer his problem, his issue.

He could finally... see his family again. His mother, his father. All the faces he'd once cared about back at the monastery, two thousand years ago. The people in his long, painful life that had given him just a few beautiful moments of happy peace before they too met their end, and end he'd been so sure he'd never taste.

It was posed as something that should have required thought. Should have forced him to question if it was worth it, throwing away a piece of himself just to return.

.... It wasn't.

Tannusen would hear, for the first time, with his head pressed against the priests chest, an unhindered breath. It still caught, whistled, wheezed. His lungs were terribly scarred after all.

But no entity held his body hostage anymore.

Another, almost cautious sounding breath, deep, loud and uncomfortable.

But full, even if it was let out in a wracking series of coughs, having pushed himself a bit far.

Slurred mumbling, dreamlike, faintly asking for a moment about the sun in the window and shutting them bedamned curtains, one hand immediately, instinctively, going to his side to touch the man beside him before he'd attempt to roll into him, half convinced it was all some... horrific nightmare.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-26 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
It was the sensation of the wounded flesh that actually broke the illusion of laying in his own bed.

That burn.

Tannusen's face.

Hot tears, they weren't his own, hitting his skin-


His eyes snapped open as Tannusen buried his face in his hair, the dull sensation of a painful pressure, ghost like in its quality, radiating through the center of his chest. Like a deep, but old bruise.

The knife.

The thing. That wild, eternal feeling moment of no control, thousands of years sucked out of his head in a moment- Even now the only memories that clung from half of those lived years were so dim, his mother and fathers face still sharp and clear, places, only the worst and best events, everything else had fallen away and the newer, fresher memories clung stubbornly.

Tannusen-

"Tannusen..." He didn't touch his arm, or at the very least, he tried not to, fumbling for his face as he tried to pull him to look at him properly, his voice threatening to choke itself in his throat. That face, that face was so clear to him, so beautifully sharp in comparison to all the pain he'd ever lived through. That face had survived the cleansing like a diamond in the ocean, just as brilliant as it had been when it was first tossed into the storm.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-26 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
That face.

His strongest memory now, everything else so aged... now so decayed, as it should have been with any normal human mind. Old memories fading, graying, some tinting with nostalgia while unpleasant ones were finally allowed to fall to the wayside.

That face.

That perfect, beautiful face, a ray of sunlight that wouldn't be shut away. He moved in, kissing away tears, fumbling and shaking.

"Because it ain't heaven without ye in it."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-26 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't forget ye... Don't ask that of me, Tannusen, please."

A few months? A year?

The happiest moments of a long, bleak life, a voice that broke through the fringe of madness and the spiked walls he'd constructed around himself, desperate to never again experience the pain of losing someone.

"... You're the only memory I've had... in two thousand years... that gave me any light. Don't tell me to snuff it."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-26 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"And tore away that last monument to two thousand years of failure." Mumbled into him, smoothing away tears, kisses pressed to his temple, his cheeks, his lips.

"Gave me back clarity. Sanity." An odd thing for a fae to do, if one were to look at it in that fashion, but this wasn't about irony here.

"I've drawn breath for two thousand years, Tannusen. What's seventy more of them against that." Even when the fairy inevitably unraveled, the man left behind would... still be, in a sense, Tannusen.

He might be so lucky as to stumble across the fae again, later on in life. He'd... be different. They'd both be different.

But now, perhaps, age was finally going to overcome him.

Something that wouldn't happen, otherwise.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
That long... Months and months of this... Cassian curled into him, trying once more, as he'd always done, to cradle Tannusen's head to him, threading his fingers through his hair.

"Tannusen." It wasn't admonishing, in the slightest. Painful, empathetic, concerned... how could he have missed this much?

He'd realized something was wrong early on yes, but not to... this degree.

But he understood, the reasoning, the secrecy. It was understood but...

"I never wanted ye to suffer like this..."
Edited 2017-05-27 05:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"It was never your fault that it happened, Tannusen..." Though it didn't seem a point worth stating, Tannusen knew that, but it wasn't just the pain of two thousand years of torment that was the cause of this.

Nope.

"Tannusen your arm..." Trying to move now, to see it, to tend to it-

"Ye won't be gettin' better in here... We have to get back to the subgate, you'll fall apart in here..."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"As close to home as we can get."

He'd feel better, with Tannusen, inside the comfort of his own house, knowing he was in their bed, safe, safe from the ravages of the hospital.

"It doesn't bother me none, Tannusen."

He moved to slide free of the other mans hold, if only to get out of bed, coaxing gently to try and help the fairy up.

"Here, lean to me."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"... Thank ye, Tannusen." It did matter to him. He'd been so sure, that if or when he finally passed away, there'd be no one alive or willing to attend to his corpse. That he'd he left there, to rot, no final rites, no respect for his remains.

Even if he was so sure it wouldn't even matter in the end, it was... a deeply uncomfortable idea, for the Catholic. To be abandoned in death, not buried at all, buried improperly, unmarked, unblessed, untouched.

Knowing Tannusen had been there to clean the body and give him some semblance of dignity when he himself could no longer attend to it...

It was a comforting thought.

"I... I cannot begin to tell ye how much that means to me."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah... Issac. It... hurt more to know Tannusen had to tend to the body of a loved one not once, but twice. It seemed like something one should never have to do, if they were so lucky. His fingers passed the underside of Tannusen's jaw delicately as he stooped to kiss his temple.

"It's alright, Tannusen. Just knowin' ye were there..." That was enough for him. Not actually alone, even when he couldn't be fully there to appreciate it.

"You've done so well by me. For the life of me I'll never figure out what ye see." It wasn't fully honestly self deprecating, the tone sadly sweet and vaguely humorous as he tried to drag Tannusen from his thoughts.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're too wonderful a person for words..." They'd finally gotten out of the hospital, but... after consideration...

"Tannusen. Would it be better for ye if... we were to settle for a while in the bar?"

He was aware what Velvet Lust acted like, after all, and as wild and strange as the rectory could be, it was no Velvet Lust.

Just a cluttered home of oddities.

"I want ye to heal."
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then we'll go there." Not for now.

Not for a few hours.

Go there.

"I can't rest with your arm like..."

With his soul so burned.
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[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2017-05-27 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"A secret basement? Didn't know ye had one of those in there..." Each step was careful, not too long, but not patronizingly small either. Enough to just almost appear totally normal.

Except for the fact one of them had a huge, sticky, tentacle shaped burn on him.

Oops.

"That's... so much more... than I'd ever have expected from anyone, Tannusen."

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