.007 ♒ chronicAugustus is hungry [text]

[chronomancer]

so
just cause askin aint evver hurt anyone
i dont suppose some a you feel like sharin a pint or twwo a blood wwith a poor starvvin undead abomination
i mean
here i am
askin all politely an shit
an its all goin to the good cause a me Not Starvvin
cause lemme tell you
starvvation
Not Fun at all
i mean wwe havve Great Concerns an all wwith all this Temporal Fuckery messin up shit all ovver the place
an i Get It
its important stuff
but seriously
help a brother out





that said
if yer Drunk or Drugged or you havve a Condition
the answers no
thanks
but No
sharin is carin an all
except wwhen it comes to hangovvers

Comments

Re: Scandalous.

[iron_infidel]

[As the feeding continued, signless slipped into a stupor. His body slowly began to adjust to the blood loss, systems slowed as did his breathing. It was not a danger but a precaution to what lay ahead. Instinctually his arm began to shake from the strains of the positon being hel for a while. Slowly the apendage began to sink to rest against the table.]

[chronomancer]

There now, darling.

[Eridan stopped as the older troll became more and more languid, licking the wound one last time before he pulled out some gauze from his pockets. Ought to be prepared, for these things. He pressed the gauze into the wound and raised Signless arm, at least above his head.]

That's a job well done, thank you.

[iron_infidel]

[He managed to give a nod and continued to hold the wound above his head, knowing it was the best option. A smile came to his features though, he was glad he could help the troll.]

You...are welcome.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan smiled back.]

It should heal up nicely. You're not too dizzy now, are you?

[iron_infidel]

[He shook his head and brought his free hand up to rest his forehead within his palm.]

I will be fine, do not worry yourself.

[chronomancer]

Ought to.

[He grins a little teasingly.]

Can't go around letting you die now, can I? Wouldn't be fair.

[iron_infidel]

Not sure if fair is the question. Death...is not...foreign to me within this tower. Be it by the events of the tower or by the hands of another.

[He brings his gaze to him and smiles.]

I am glad to help, though.

[chronomancer]

...I know how this goes, y'know. I used to do this with your lusus. Either we go off topic or we're gonna sink into a bottomless black hole of apologies and appreciation.

[Eridan smirks, lopsided.]

[iron_infidel]

This does not surprise me. Considering that she is my lusus and thus my teacher, we are expected to share a lot of the same patterns.

[He matches the smirk with one of his own]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan sniffs disdainfully, obviously putting up a show.]

You two are not entirely dissimilar, no.

[And then the smirk softens just a tad.]

But still, that means I can't let you die just to save my ass. I can already hear her scolding me for that.

[iron_infidel]

Even if you did I do not think she would notice. You know that it has been some time since she left this tower.

[His voice goes solemn at such a topic.]

[chronomancer]

It's the thing, that.

[Eridan's expression loosens a little, looking a fraction of how tired he really feels.]

Ought to remember, ought to keep track. Worst thing you can do now, is forget.

[iron_infidel]

I will never forget her!

[His fist clenches a tad, but quickly as it constricts it calms.]

...I'm sorry. It is a nerve of a subject.

[chronomancer]

I know you won't.

[Ignore the way Eridan rubs at your wrist, Signless.]

But I might. So I gotta try not to. You help a lot with that, y'know?

[iron_infidel]

[Why are you rubbing his wrist? Whatever your reason it doesn't seem the bother him much, but the touch causes the hand to twitch slightly.]

How would you forget someone like that? She tried all her might to help when she could, any troll within the tower. I would expect no different from her and to me she was more then a follower. I owe her more then I can ever give.

I thank you though for telling me that I keep her memory alive.

[chronomancer]

[Because he's a skeevy little freak? I mean, Signless, bb. Get on with the program. Eridan lets go of him eventually, shifting to get comfortable on the table, and taps on his skull, near the base of a horn.]

'cause this ain't as clear as always, yeah? Sometimes I forget things, here and there.

[Like, oh, difference between friend and foe? Whoops.]

[iron_infidel]

[Oh honey! Eridan baby you are to young for him. Knock that shit off.]

That is unfortunate, given your age.

[chronomancer]

[Blah, and you're too short and too not-Equius for him. So there.]

Eh, shit happens, right?

[It's just, shit happens a lot to him. Being craycray is an art, these days.]

[iron_infidel]

[Touchy touchy.]

It does, but I'm not sure if that is an excuse. We should just move on and not allow one self to use such a statement as an excuse.

[He pauses to take a breath, focusing on his thoughts.]

But, to learn from it and to take advantage of such misfortunes. Then we may move on to try again and achieve what greatness we can. Do not allow your disability to be self pitied. Unless of course quadrants are to be spoken of.

[chronomancer]

Don't preach at me, darling.

[Have another smile.]

Won't do you any good.

[iron_infidel]

It should, I speak words of wisdom.

[Another pause.]

It appears that many take them for granted.

[chronomancer]

Words of wisdom that won't help someone like me. I like the way you talk though, anyway.

[He smiles a little wistfully.]

Would have liked you a lot, before.

[iron_infidel]

[Ears twitch at his last statement.]

Before?

[chronomancer]

You know.

[Before he went crazy.]

When I was a kid.

[iron_infidel]

[He has to smile at that.]

Child innocence. Yes it seems you are always more willing to believable at such an age.