at some point while he was left alone, he got it into his head that he should move. not an entirely unfounded idea; even in such a tranquilized state, he knows from experience that he was likely attracting hungry vampires. he didn't want someone else to come along and drain him. he was waiting for Coil to come back. one could not come before the other.
so, he managed to hobble onto his feet, drag himself out the door, and make it all the way down the hall before nearly blacking out where he was standing. he made it to the floor without a concussion, and it's there that Coil stumbles into him--sitting with his back to the wall with Coil's poor sweatshirt still pressed up against his wound.
his hand is covered in blood. he looks up at the sudden approach of other people, but he doesn't see them very well. he's still dizzy, half-asleep with contented bloodloss. from behind Coil, Saoirse's voice slices between the both of them.]
Stop shouting, child, you've already caused enough trouble as it is.
[Saoirse rounds the corner, folding up her parasol and frowning intently at the crumpled form on the floor. her dress billows up around her as she crouches to get a better look at Zhas, only stopping when her face is hovering only a couple of inches away from his. she seems to be looking intently into his eyes--though if Zhas can see her in return, he doesn't act like it. his gaze is unfocused, absent.]
And as for you... [she seems to say to him.] Forcing your own mother to break her vows, what a selfish boy. After all the times I'd refused...
[with a sigh, she eyes down at all the blood. though the seconds continue to tick by, she tilts her face just enough to speak to Coil again, tone low.]
...What you have done here is unforgivable. Do you understand?
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at some point while he was left alone, he got it into his head that he should move. not an entirely unfounded idea; even in such a tranquilized state, he knows from experience that he was likely attracting hungry vampires. he didn't want someone else to come along and drain him. he was waiting for Coil to come back. one could not come before the other.
so, he managed to hobble onto his feet, drag himself out the door, and make it all the way down the hall before nearly blacking out where he was standing. he made it to the floor without a concussion, and it's there that Coil stumbles into him--sitting with his back to the wall with Coil's poor sweatshirt still pressed up against his wound.
his hand is covered in blood. he looks up at the sudden approach of other people, but he doesn't see them very well. he's still dizzy, half-asleep with contented bloodloss. from behind Coil, Saoirse's voice slices between the both of them.]
Stop shouting, child, you've already caused enough trouble as it is.
[Saoirse rounds the corner, folding up her parasol and frowning intently at the crumpled form on the floor. her dress billows up around her as she crouches to get a better look at Zhas, only stopping when her face is hovering only a couple of inches away from his. she seems to be looking intently into his eyes--though if Zhas can see her in return, he doesn't act like it. his gaze is unfocused, absent.]
And as for you... [she seems to say to him.] Forcing your own mother to break her vows, what a selfish boy. After all the times I'd refused...
[with a sigh, she eyes down at all the blood. though the seconds continue to tick by, she tilts her face just enough to speak to Coil again, tone low.]
...What you have done here is unforgivable. Do you understand?