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Goodnight // AU
May. 13th, 2014 03:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oldrecordplayerHe doesn't bother making noise on the way down. Coil will know that he's coming.
He hates that. He misses when they would both get so wrapped up in their work that the other would have to distract them with sound. He misses their sounds. They were so much more... patient than the constant, nagging knowledge that the other creature is just there.
Zhas pulls down on the back of his neck. It doesn't make him feel any better.
He stabbed him between the ribs. He keeps thinking about it. He wonders if Coil still has a mark. He wonders if Coil even remembers. Zhas stabbed him out of instinct, to get momentum on him, to get him to pause long enough for him to smash Coil's skull against the floor. He could have killed him then, very easily, because it didn't feel like Coil was even in there anymore. His skin gave and he screamed just like the rest of them do.
He's tired. He just keeps thinking that, too. He's tired, in a way that he doesn't remember being for a very, very long time. He almost wishes he were still angry. He understands what rage is; whatever's eating him is something foreign and unbearable.
He unlocks the basement door, steps through, and closes it behind him.
There's a nice long hallway's worth of time before Zhas comes to stand in front of Coil's cell.
He hates that. He misses when they would both get so wrapped up in their work that the other would have to distract them with sound. He misses their sounds. They were so much more... patient than the constant, nagging knowledge that the other creature is just there.
Zhas pulls down on the back of his neck. It doesn't make him feel any better.
He stabbed him between the ribs. He keeps thinking about it. He wonders if Coil still has a mark. He wonders if Coil even remembers. Zhas stabbed him out of instinct, to get momentum on him, to get him to pause long enough for him to smash Coil's skull against the floor. He could have killed him then, very easily, because it didn't feel like Coil was even in there anymore. His skin gave and he screamed just like the rest of them do.
He's tired. He just keeps thinking that, too. He's tired, in a way that he doesn't remember being for a very, very long time. He almost wishes he were still angry. He understands what rage is; whatever's eating him is something foreign and unbearable.
He unlocks the basement door, steps through, and closes it behind him.
There's a nice long hallway's worth of time before Zhas comes to stand in front of Coil's cell.
