[closed] after all that was said

[blacklord]

Date & Time: 01/23, morning
Location: OUTSIDE. STREETS. IDK THEY'RE OUT ON A NICE WALK
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (blacklord), Koltira Deathweaver Brightdawn (brightdawn), Martin "wHERE DID ALL MY DEAD DADS GO :'(" Darkov (theguideless)
Summary: bariyan gets timeswapped, chaos ensues
Warnings: bariyan's princess self is bleeding all over the place yeah w/e MOSTLY WARNING FOR MELODRAMA

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[ He drops mid-sentence.

There's no smooth segue into the switch, no warning beforehand, hardly even a pause in his speech before he's gone and changed. Blink of an eye. Not enough time to even draw a breath. Then Bariyan hits the ground with his knees and flinches, eyes shutting, head bowed, shoulders tensing in anticipation of a blow that never comes. Numb and wounded and waiting.

The seconds tick by.

Blood soaks into his torn shirt. It trickles down his shredded arms, flecks onto the medallion that now swings loose from his neck. There is a single, shallow slice in the left side of his throat and it's this cut that he brings a hand to, blinking in the strange dim light as he realizes...

He brings his head back up, sharply, staring at Koltira with dazed blue eyes. His eyebrows draw together in bewilderment.

Bariyan opens his mouth to speak. He chokes on the first syllable as the pain finally registers, and doubles over again. ]

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[blacklord]

[ Living. Living when he had no right to. Bariyan closes his eyes against Martin's touch, just briefly, a slow flinch. He can't help but think that Martin's presence continues to be a sign that he is dead, or should be; a ghost, a specter, a wraith. But Martin speaks with warmth, and he speaks of life.

Bariyan doesn't understand.

When Koltira offers his hand, it takes Bariyan a long moment before he moves, reaching to take it between both of his own. The weight of Koltira's hand is heavy and solid, and...

He may not know or trust these people, he needs them. Because they were here. Because they were kind. Because he is selfish, and guilty, and afraid-- terrified of being left alone. Left, in a strange place that he knows not at all, with little idea of how he arrived and even less of how to leave.

Bariyan raises his head, his eyes, looks to both Martin and Koltira. ]

I would like that. [ His voice is heavy with melancholy. ] Though I'm sorry. For imposing myself.

[theguideless]

[despite the steady air of calm, all three figures quivered in unison. it's been a time too long from the body, left forgotten in the face of Bariyan's needs. it'd remain so had there been no promise to take care of himself – his human self.

This is nothing to ask forgiveness for. There is no trespass.

the boy flickered, missing a motion between lifting off his knees and standing before him, bent to Bariyan's level.

When you have need, I will come. I will always come.

but it could take a bit of run, now, if the need is still there; all three recoiled, pulled away by necessity. light and warm, and then gone in a breath.]

[brightdawn]

[Koltira's eyes widen as the spectral figures disappear. Damn, this place is crazy. There was definitely much more to Martin than first appearances would suggest. He's glad of it--glad that Bariyan has someone here who knows him so well, and who is so devoted to caring for him.

He's okay with leaving the whys and hows aside for the present.]

Right. What he said. Or thought-whispered. You know. [TOOTHY GRIN.]

[blacklord]

[ Bariyan's eyes widen and he starts to say something as Martin pulls away, reaching, too late. Martin is gone. Bariyan could call again -- not that he realizes what he is doing -- but the boy's parting words set him at ease. There was a promise there, a promise to return. So Bariyan merely blinks off into the distance sadly, as the last vestiges of Martin's light fade away. The chain around his neck strangely heavy and cold.

He turns back to Koltira when the other man speaks, blinking equally sadly into the bright grin. ]

Kol...tira? [ Bariyan tilts his head to the side. There is something he should say... oh, yes. Solemnly: ] Thank you.