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psychoshenanigans2015-02-01 08:37 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in psychoshenanigans2015-02-01 08:37 pm
Drift Fleet // Canon
[there's nothing good he can say about this situation. nothing good at all.
he's waiting outside his ship. he's called him and asked him to meet him halfway again. here goes nothing. ripping off the bandage, diving into the cold pool. he feels really sick for thinking it was easier when he killed him, the first time.]
he's waiting outside his ship. he's called him and asked him to meet him halfway again. here goes nothing. ripping off the bandage, diving into the cold pool. he feels really sick for thinking it was easier when he killed him, the first time.]
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But why...
[because that's what he doesn't get. why can't Robin do anything about it? Nel's seen it before; Robin can do anything.
if they'd been home, Nel would be the one punished, not the one with more power. why can't Robin fight it? why can't he fight to keep him?
and he takes a step forward, like maybe... maybe he can convince him out of it if he can just get close enough.]
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Because you deserve better.
[he pulls. thousands of tiny hooks all latching in and pulling up, drawing ink out through the skin. it's going to hurt. it's going to sting. it's going to scare Nel because Robin hasn't ever done something like this to him.
but he's going to hold fast to his arm because he knows Nel can't overpower him. he's going to hold onto him until it's finished.]
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he cries out, lurches to curl around the pain, lowering his head and frantically leaning away because that's all he can do.
and out spill the tears, out from where he'd tried to keep them controlled and choked back, down his face in a crumbling sob.
at first he's confused, and that's a terrifying sensation to be around Robin. he'd grown so used to him. he was the good one.
...but then he realizes what's happening to his arm, and that feeling is so much worse.]
--No! [he pleads, voice high, trying to dig fingers around Robin's.] ...Stop!
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Nelkeila, I release you from my service and absolve you of all ties to me.
[it's then that he takes back his hand, peeling away a layer of inky tar and revealing the skin underneath--fresh and healed and unmarked, the greatest wound he could have inflicted.]
Da il paisa, da graa.
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Please...
[all he can do is beg, and lean away to try and keep his other arm--his last mark--away from Robin.]
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his hands are both stained with ink as he pulls away the last time. he wants so badly to slip up--tell him he's sorry, give him an order, anything would be better than this... but he doesn't have that power anymore. that's against the rules now.]
I hope, one day, you'll understand...
[...he turns to leave. he has to get out. leaving Nel a wreck there is wrong, but he can't stand the thought of him pleading, him sobbing. he has to leave, before the last of his will fails him.]
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[it's his last, desperate plea. it's the last thing he knows to try--begging Robin to forgive him and take it all back. but his voice breaks up so bad that he can barely get the words out.
he's watching it all walking away from him. the little bit he'd had. he'd been trying for so long, but it's ending now, and he can't do anything to stop it. Rin and now Robin.
breaking the small things he'd built, stripping him down, and leaving him with strangers.
he remembers now, how this felt.]