Accidental video
Jun. 13th, 2011 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stayb100ponyboy[The SFC feed clicks on, showing a small, darkish bedroom and someone wrapped in blankets like a cocoon, completely swaddled and hidden. The feed rolls cheerfully along for a moment or two, until the blankets shift, falling away as the person under them props himself up on one elbow, his back to the camera. Even without seeing his face, it's pretty difficult to not recognize Equius Zahhak just by his size and broken horn alone.
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
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Date: 2011-06-20 12:23 am (UTC)[Awkward pause.]
I guess I'll head back to my hive, then. You should go and get all that in your thermal hull unit before it melts.
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Date: 2011-06-20 12:27 am (UTC)You gonna be chill, yeah? Like, I left the fuckin' bandaids, so if your prongs bleed more later, you should put some fresh motherfuckers on that shit.
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Date: 2011-06-20 12:36 am (UTC)[Another pause, more awkwardness. He'd feel a little less stupid if his arms weren't full of burritos and ice cream.]
Thank you again for coming over. You... you made me feel better, and I appreciate it.
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Date: 2011-06-20 12:43 am (UTC)But! He remember something.
Shuffling closer, he leans in, pressing his forehead against Equius. Success! Touch has been achieved.]
I done told you, yeah? I don't mind all doing any of that stuff for you.
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Date: 2011-06-20 02:52 am (UTC)[In case the Highblood hasn't noticed, not a lot of trolls or anyone go out of their way to be nice or to help Equius.
Oh, it's touching time now. Forehead touching, okay, a little weird, but he still gets the sentiment behind it. Equius, suddenly struck by a fit of inspiration, dips his head a little, making his long, loose hair swing forward and whisper lightly over the Highblood's shoulder and neck.]
I'll see you around, then. Take care of yourself.
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Date: 2011-06-20 09:09 pm (UTC)Don't worry, man. I've got Wataru, don't I?
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Date: 2011-06-20 10:48 pm (UTC)Is what Equius wants to say, but he manages to smother the incriminating statement before it gets loose. Instead, he nods, ghost-half smiles at the Highblood, and then turns to leave.]