psl: immortals vs vampires

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

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[rebornagain]

[is he dead? did he die over this?! ...no, Yael, Chris is a vampire and you have know way of checking for signs of life. if he's dead you can freak out about it once you're sure. ssstands, unsteadily, looking around the room.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ shitty motel room is incredibly shitty. there's a bed and a table and a padded chair, but not even a television. there's... not really much else. maybe some bloody trash in the bathroom.

...the blinds are also slightly open, sunlight creeping slowly across the floor. ]

[rebornagain]

[--closing the blinds immediately, fuck that shit. then checking the door is locked and bolted. then he's kneeling by Chris, trying to get an idea of his injuries.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ the bandages are all over his forearms, mostly, with one on his cheek that's poorly covering up a larger slash. his shirt is also a little bit shredded in a few spots, but the skin underneath just looks like he got clawed by a cat or something. there is another ripped away chunk of fabric at his shoulder, with heavier gauze covering up the skin underneath.

more importantly, though, it doesn't look like there's anything that would be anywhere near life threatening. unless maybe the bandages on his arms are covering up something much deeper than they appear to be. ]

[rebornagain]

[in conclusion vampire fights are stupid as fuck he relaxes a little once he confirms that Chris isn't too heavily injured, at least, then... climbs back into his lap.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ vampire fights are either 100% superficial damage and posturing or end with both parties completely fucked over if it isn't a curbstomp. Christophe was just very likely that his opponent wasn't expecting the second.

he stirs a little—maybe?—as Yael settles again, but it's so slight he may well have been imagining it. aside from, that, it's Yael's turn to wait a few hours. ]

[rebornagain]

[he's a pretty patient man, honestly. the wait comes easily.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ makes a small vague groggy noise at around 4 pm and blearily cracks his eyes open— there's a distinctly bloody tinge to their usual warm brown. blinking dumbly at Yael and then making some sort of attempt to sit up, which mostly fails because he was sitting up when he fell asleep ] Ah— you're— [ what is coherence. ]

[rebornagain]

Yeah. I remember. Good morning.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ he's still asleep and unguarded enough that for a moment he just looks wrecked, upset and relieved and tired and guilty— at least until he fumbles around for his Responsible Adult face and gets it more or less pasted on ] ...Morning. You're all right?

[rebornagain]

I'm fine. ...You don't need to do that.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ bringing one hand up to rub at his eyes, relaxing enough to yawn ]

Do what?

[ look at how fine he is ]

[rebornagain]

Pretending you're fine. You can stop with that.

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

...I'm tired and hungry and you scared the living daylights out of me. I can't do anything about the first two right now and the third's been taken care of, so freaking out isn't productive. I'll be fine later.

[rebornagain]

--Yes you can. If you're hungry, then eat. [tugs the collar of his shirt down.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ his eyes flicker, go wide and hungry— and he grabs Yael by the shoulders to gently but firmly push him out of his lap. ]

Don't be stupid. You're running on even fewer fumes than I am, I'm not biting you.

[rebornagain]

[doing his damnedest not to be budged!!! this is probably ineffective.] You don't be stupid, you can do a lot more with energy than I can! And I even slept!

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

Sleeping doesn't mean you're healthy! Or, you know, large enough that taking from you wouldn't put you in the hospital!

[rebornagain]

[CURSE THIS TINY USELESS BODY not that his bigger one is any less useless he put all his stats into INT he really has no argument for that logic, just looks away.]

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ repeating himself: ]

...I'll be fine. I'll go hunting later.

[rebornagain]

You got hurt because of me, and you're saying I can't do anything to fix it?

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

[ takes a deep breath, covering his face ]

That's exactly what I'm saying. If it bothers you that much, then don't pull something like this again.

[rebornagain]

... How long were you following me?

[bitethehandthatfeeds]

... I caught up with you about a day after you left.

[rebornagain]

Why? I'm not a child, Chris, however I might look it.