favoritetraitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
favoritetraitor) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
poly_chromatic2012-08-11 10:06 pm
favoritetraitor) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-08-11 10:06 pm
Entry tags:
142nd Devotion: Being an Unwilling Participant
[Video]
[Have a very displeased and disheveled Chevalier shooting a rather nasty look at the device held in one of his hands. His other hand trails off to the side, clearly handcuffed to the wrist of another person off-screen.]
This is... I said I wasn't...
[He heaves a heavy sigh, attempting to reach up with his fettered hand to rub his temple. Naturally, this doesn't work too well.]
[Private to Luke Valentine; Eavesdroppable for Karl]
I suppose kidnapping of this nature isn't considered 'violent'... or perhaps, your spells aren't quite what you thought they were.
[Very irritated to be out of bed and having to deal with anything.]
[ooc: a still grieving Solomon finds himself spirited to the old Phantomhive estate and into handcuffs with his troublesome brother, Karl Fei-Ong. Intervention, Deity style.]
[Have a very displeased and disheveled Chevalier shooting a rather nasty look at the device held in one of his hands. His other hand trails off to the side, clearly handcuffed to the wrist of another person off-screen.]
This is... I said I wasn't...
[He heaves a heavy sigh, attempting to reach up with his fettered hand to rub his temple. Naturally, this doesn't work too well.]
[Private to Luke Valentine; Eavesdroppable for Karl]
I suppose kidnapping of this nature isn't considered 'violent'... or perhaps, your spells aren't quite what you thought they were.
[Very irritated to be out of bed and having to deal with anything.]
[ooc: a still grieving Solomon finds himself spirited to the old Phantomhive estate and into handcuffs with his troublesome brother, Karl Fei-Ong. Intervention, Deity style.]
no subject
[As if that should be the most obvious thing in the world. Gritting his teeth together, he pushes past Karl to adjust the tap to something a bit more reasonable.
It's perhaps the most energetic that he's been since coming back to himself.]
no subject
How can it be cold?
[ Nevermind that it is. But Solomon shouldn't be affected by it. Sweeping the wet hair from his face, Karl regards Solomon with narrowed eyes. ]
Is it Merlin's spell? Did it do this?
no subject
[But he doesn't meet Karl's gaze when he says it. And he's more than aware the he is anything but fine.
In truth, he'd hoped to avoid this exact conversation. But then Solomon hadn't expected the deities to handcuff him to the one person still left in the city that would understand just what he's been reduced to.]
no subject
[ Brusque and matter-of-fact. Karl never has been one for much subtlety. He glares harder at Solomon, as if he can parse the truth out by probing into his very viscera. ] What's happened? [ Ridiculous, having this conversation dripping wet and in a shower. But this is a day for the ridiculous. ] You aren't your usual self.
[ Not just behavior-wise. ]
no subject
Not knowing what to say, he merely gave an indifferent shrug.]
It's not important, Karl. Just... please, if you must douse me in water, at least keep it above freezing. [It was hard to concentrate on his misery when hit with a barrage of ice water.]
no subject
It is important if the spell's ruined you. [ Scowling. ] I'll have to
threatentalk to Merlin.[ Hard to concentrate on misery, huh? Well, Solomon. Prepare for another blast of ice-cold water. At least that sparked a reaction. ]
no subject
Solomon's eyes spark to life, seeing him move his hand to the tap. The water was currently soothing, warm. There was no need to adjust it unless one was wanting to be sadistic.
THIS. This is why he wished to be in Luke's 'tender care' instead of here with family.
He'll summon whatever remaining strength he has to keep the knob set where it is. Or off. That's another good alternative. Solomon was wise enough to know even in his broken down state, that a bath instigated by Karl was a very bad idea.
Expect resistance to be met if you proceed.]
Karl... don't. [A warning.]
no subject
[ Oh. This is interesting. At least he's not acting like a mannequin. A sickle-smile spreads across Karl's face. ]
'Don't' what?
[ Of all the brothers, Karl's always listened to Solomon the most. Not out of obligation or intimidation, as with Amshel, but because the two were close. This isn't one of those moments. ]
[ Unflinching, Karl turns the knob. Let Solomon fight him. Anger is better than that disgusting limpness. ]
no subject
[Solomon makes a few grabs for the knob, his meager attempts falling just a bit short of their mark. Escape is out of the question, even with his chiropteran strength and speed sapped as it was, there's still the curse induced restraints that would prevent him from leaving.
His teeth clench together, brow furrowing in frustration as he realizes just how futile it all is. Just as everything is. So the fight in him dies just as quickly as the chilling water brought it about.]
... no. [He tries to suppress the shiver rippling through his tired frame.] No. I won't be entertainment to you either.
I'm done.
no subject
[ He was hoping for flailing. Not lassitude. Eyes on Solomon, Karl readjusts the knob to warm. Unable to fathom his reaction, yet understanding painfully well. ]
This isn't for my entertainment. [ Despite his gruff tone, his expression is softer. ] It's to rouse you from your torpor. [ Solomon could have stopped him easily. If his strength and speed were intact. He didn't. Clearly the spell has left lasting damage. ]
...You can't just decide you're done. Life will go on, whether you want it to, or not. [ Bitter words, bitter reality. But neither Solomon nor Karl can escape it. ] What's happened to you? Has the spell taken your powers away? [ He'll kill Merlin if it has. ]
no subject
... no? Why can't I? They've both abandoned me. Why can't I choose my own fate now?
[It's quite clear this has been dominating his every waking moment for awhile now.]
no subject
I can't speak for either one. But Diva had her reasons. Saya -- [ Just saying the name fires his synapses up. He forces the destructive impulses down. ] Who is to say she abandoned anyone? She was simply taken from the City.
[ Depriving Karl of his revenge. Of his once chance at death. Oh, he understands how Solomon feels. But he won't allow them to disintegrate to passive wretches this way. ] And what have you chosen? To wallow around, feeling sorry for yourself?
no subject
Little did he, himself know back during the halcyon days when Saya took him to her bed... before he was ripped away and sent back home. The deities had a very cruel sense of humor, placing him right at the point where Saya turned her back on him and left with her devout Haji.
Just as she had left the city, side by side with the ever present dark cloud that served her.
He'd given up everything for her, knowing full well he couldn't turn back. But then, he'd thought there was a chance.]
Someone has to, don't they? At the very least, shouldn't one person care enough to feel sorry?
[Surely this is one thing that his brother would understand.]
no subject
You're being ridiculous. [ Wet hair sticks to his face. He sweeps it back impatiently. ] All it will amount to is ruin and inertia. You can do better than that.
[ You are better than that. Unsaid. But implicit in Karl's silence. He already considers himself beyond fixing. Full of venom and shards. But he won't let Solomon be the same way. ]
no subject
Ruin and inertia is all that he has left.]
... better than what, dear brother? All that we've lived for is gone. Should we play into this cruel game time and again for the amusement of our captors?
1/2
[ It's easy -- too easy -- to see things from Solomon's view. From his own. Existence is worthless. Struggle leads nowhere, death is ungraspable and pain ever-present. You suffer and endure, and each time you overcome it, it just means you have to suffer again, only it's that much harder, and leaves you twice as scarred afterwards. ]
no subject
[ But how? ]
Solomon...? [ This isn't how a Chevalier is meant to be. If he can't be stoic, then he ought to be fierce. Same malady. Different bandage. Karl keeps this factoid in mind -- ]
[ -- before delivering a smart blow to his face. ]
no subject
It takes a fraction of a moment where he falls back, striking his head on the smooth wet tile of the shower. With a groan of pain he slides down the slippery surface til he lands in the pools of water waiting in turn to swirl down the drain.
Solomon shoots his brother a wounded look and reaches up with his untethered hand to lightly explore his suddenly pounding head. If he'd been his normal self, any injury would have healed almost instantly. Instead, his hand comes back awash with a deep crimson.
His mouth presses into a tight line, but otherwise he doesn't seem alarmed. Head wounds bleed a lot... even superficial ones.]
Was... was that really necessary?
[He reaches for his network device, attempting to shield it from the water as he tries to contact Luke.]
no subject
In a word? Yes.
[ He's half-nauseated by the blood. Solomon's healing powers really are gone. He's practically human. How disgusting. How terrible. Sighing, he crouches down beside Solomon. Plucks the Network device away. ]
Stop calling Mr. Valentine. He's not your beloved mamma. [ Despite the mockery, there's no vitriol in his tone. Reaching out, he tentatively touches the wound. ] I'll give you ice for that. Stop looking like such a whipped puppy.
[ This settles it. He needs to keep Solomon under watch. Here. At home. ]
[ This is a family matter. ]
no subject
Still, he can't help how he's looking. Karl needs to be reasonable.]
If you don't like the way I look... [Difficult words for a one time 'favorite' to say.] ... then look away. I can't lie about how I feel. Not now...
no subject
The more you act like an insufferable tragedy-queen, the more I want to rearrange your pretty face.
[ Scowling, he turns the shower off. Steps out, Solomon in tow, dripping-wet. One-handed, he grabs a towel -- his? Maraishka's? -- and shoves it Solomon's way. ]
Here. I'll be moving you from Oh Aces to a room here, once the curse ends. You've pestered Valentine enough.
no subject
Saya'd left him. Not just here, but back at home as well, and it was nothing that he was able to understand or deal with...
He stirs from his thoughts staring down blankly at the proffered towel for a moment, before his body takes over to accept it. Perhaps Karl was right and he'd imposed too much upon his friend.]
... I suppose so. Will you let him know?
no subject
[ Tracking puddles, he moves to a walk-in closet. Rummages for clothes. He and Solomon are within an inch of height. Hopefully Karl's things will fit -- until Valentine sends Solomon's belongings here. ]
[ Now to a more important question. ]
Have you been drinking blood?
no subject
His mouth presses into a tight line, knowing what should be coming next. Karl was being very difficult in not allowing him to grieve. And it was likely to get worse with Solomon's disinterest in helping Karl in any attempt to get dry or change clothes. It's Karl's fault anyway that he's soaked to the bone. If he wants something done, he's going to have to do it himself.]
I don't want any.
[It doesn't escape him that he was sounding just like a petulant child refusing to eat his broccoli. But a lie was unlikely to fool Karl for long, given his current weakened state.]
no subject
[ As it was, Solomon was being so wretched. It was easy to fall into the role of a caretaker. Firm and slightly annoyed with him, but for his own good. The instinct to look out for his brother -- for family -- was still there, piled beneath the anger and resentment. Better to let it out right now, than let the feeling wither. ]
[ Que sera, sera. ]
Starvation and self-imposed solitude. You've certainly taken a page from Haji's book. [ Despicable. He shoves a white buttondown shirt and black slacks at Solomon. ] Here. Put this on.