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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 22:33:35 GMT -8
Vergil was quick to chase Mykel upward into the raining clouds, the cold imperceptible to an already numb body as he made sure not to lose sight of the sandy blonde. He was sure the lightening mistook Mykel, if lightening could even think, from a sort of rod by the way it tasted and took his boyfriend so cleanly, "Mai-khul?!" Was he even okay?
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 22:36:49 GMT -8
Mykel was thrown down from the clouds, soaking wet as he landed on the ground with a faint thud.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 22:44:45 GMT -8
Vergil had taken a dive when he saw Mykel plummet though Mykel's unhindered body dropped at a quicker rate and made impact before he could grasp any part of him between his fingers. He was quick to land on his knees beside the older boy and feel around for any external trauma like procedure, taught to him by his father, indicated- anything further than that and he was at a loss unless it called for basics, "Mai-khul? Mai-khul, eff yu cahn heer me I need tu knoh." His mind was running with possible internal injuries, spinal trauma, cranial trauma, ruptures- what if- was his? He checked his breathing then put his ear to his chest to listen for a heartbeat while a hand found its way to his neck for a pulse; he was just begging for a sign that he was all right, "Mai-khul.."
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 22:49:39 GMT -8
"Vergil...." He whimpered softly, breathing harsh. "Baby.... I'm fine.... Just.... out of breath." A cough. "I'm f-.... I can't spark...."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 22:53:50 GMT -8
Vergil shot up into a sitting position and couldn't stop his eyes from tearing as he reached for a hand of Mykel's to hold it. Out of breath? Hah. If he wasn't broken up from the inside, he'd at least have some very serious bruising to tend to and maybe a few fractures? How were his ribs? His shoulder blades? What if he screwed up the alignment in- Vergil's mind just ran on and on in the background of his feelings for the dominated over everything, "Cahn't spahrk..? Ahre yu sayeeng..?" His powers couldn't just be gone...
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 22:57:28 GMT -8
"I think it wanted me.... normal again. Vergil, my mom's dead." He whispered. "I saw her. I saw Trystehn. He wants me to be with you."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 23:02:47 GMT -8
Vergil's hands were clutching one of Mykel's with his fingers laced where they could be. A near death experience had to mean that he had been dead for a few moments, seconds maybe, but he had in all technicality died and the thought alone made Vergil visibly shudder. "They l-luff yu vehree much M-mai-khul.." a hand reached to stroke the sandy blonde's cheek softly while he tried to give him his best smile, "Ve shuld reely geht yu tu ah hospeetahl. O-ohkay..?"
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 23:05:47 GMT -8
Mykel stood shakily. "Vergil.... I can't bolt." He whispered. "I'm.... a prosie. I'm normal." He bit his lip hard. "Please tell me I'm dreaming."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 23:11:16 GMT -8
Vergil got up and used himself and the counterbalance of his wings to nuzzle up under one of Mykel's arms to help steady him and firmly plant his feet in the ground before going anywhere, "Ett- ett ess pohseebhul yu may haff lohst yur ahbihletees Mai-khul but ve cahn noht ahdress that nau- yu haff tu geht checked ovur. That fahll vas lohng und harsh, ett kould haff duhn sohm vehree seeree-ous dahmage eenturnahly." Mykel sounded so heartbroken, his very tone was a shard of glass upturned and he felt as if he was stepping upon it but he wouldn't let the possible loss of his power get in the way of checking his physical being.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 23:12:40 GMT -8
"I'm fine." He almost snapped, tears forming. "I can't be normal, Vergil, I haven't for years." He whispered, walking alongside his boyfriend quietly.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 23:19:46 GMT -8
Vergil hissed almost like Flug had earlier but in a much darker and deeper tone, snatching Mykel's chin between his hand to harshly pull the boy's face to his, "Wage es nicht mir sagen, du bist in Ordnung! Ich sah dich fallen, Mai-khul. Ich sah dich fallen und ich lasse dich nicht auf mich zweimal sterben! Wenn du stirbst wieder .. zweiten Mal rund um Sie werden nicht kommen zu mir zurück."
Do not dare tell me you're all right! I saw you fall, Mykel. I saw you fall and I will not let you die on me twice! If you die again .. the second time around you will not come back to me.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 23:23:44 GMT -8
Mykel bit his lip harder, eyes spilling over. "Don't fucking snap at me." He half-whimpered, looking away. "Vous agissez comme Nicholas a fait. Ne pas hurler à moi, Vergil, s'il vous plaît."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 23:33:53 GMT -8
Vergil didn't know what he had done but he reeled back and apologized to Mykel, hands and wings shrinking into his own space so he wouldn't do it again. Mykel couldn't be just fine. He needed to see a doctor and if not one in the city, at least be at the infirmary at school. Very tentatively, he reached out with his sleeve and wiped the tears that had spilled over from his boyfriend's eyes though silent tears were streaking steadily down his own face as well.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 16, 2010 23:35:26 GMT -8
"Just.... please take me to school." He whimpered, shedding his burned shirt to expose the scars again.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 16, 2010 23:38:16 GMT -8
For this, Vergil asked Flug to do it, separating from his card while the tall woman took the injured Mykel in his arms and disappeared with him after Vergil had a chance to peck his cheek. He wouldn't have been able to properly carry Mykel but Flug was more than capable; he utilized a very different card to get back so he could be waiting outside of the infirmary for him.
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