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[featherduster]

[ Honestly he's mad fucking jealous.

Crouching down in front of him, aware that it's Bad even if he doesn't know the extent of the badness. ]

Charon.

Are you out of potions?

[endsjustified]

[there's a lot of blood dripping OUT of the skin of the illusion so]

I have one left. And two bottles of tears.

[featherduster]

[ Watches the blood hit the ground.

Pulls him into a kiss, not quite steady enough to do it delicately. ]

[endsjustified]

[they are both facially bleeding from everywhere, so even discounting everything else going on here, it is not one of their better kisses

he's able to drag in a deeper breath after, though, and shift himself like he can think about actually operating his body again.]

. . . we need to get that out of you before you heal up more.

1/2

[featherduster]

[ It takes him a second to process wtf Charon is taking about, given that his brain was just julienned.




... Ohhh right. ]

[featherduster]

[ Well, he's not making Charon do that. In general, but also right now in particular.

Grips the base of the wing in his metal hand and just. Rips it out, bloody glass roots and all.

The only reason he doesn't just let it drop to the ground and shatter is so none of it hits Styx where he's slumped on the ground. ]

[endsjustified]

[gives him a look that is both sympathetic and unimpressed]

Turn and let me check for splinters.

[featherduster]

[ like u wouldn't do the same man

He crouches down, though, letting Charon do as he likes. Settles Styx's head in his lap and still says nothing.

(There probably are at least a few jagged shards still buried there, easily visible by the blood on white feathers.) ]

[endsjustified]

[he just...sighs speakingly, behind him. gets the shards out, works for a bit after to make sure he can't find even the smallest piece of glass left in the wounds. if a fragment still goes undetected in all the blood for later -- well, he did his best.

shoves the flesh wing back in place and pours one of his tear bottles over the mess, after]

[featherduster]

[ He holds perfectly still, obediently.

When he does finally speak, it's detached from anything going on with his own body. ]

We have to-- replace the heart....?

[endsjustified]

[oh mood]

There is a replacement in the morgue, and the materials to remake his eyes.

[featherduster]

Alright.

And you....? Will another potion help?

[endsjustified]

No, and do not expect Rune magic out of me for the next few days, but I'm healed enough.

I'll rest after he is healed and revived.

[featherduster]

You've done more than enough.

[ . . . Turning slightly to reach for him though. 8( ]

[endsjustified]

I do exactly as much as I wish to do.

[he does not resist being reached for! leans toward it a bit, in that very careful way where he is not sure how well he can keep his balance]

[featherduster]

[ Juuuust. Holds onto him for a minute.

Sometimes you lose something and it upends your entire world and then you get it back and then you live with the constant specter of losing it again and then you do lose it again and in the process you almost lose a secret, second thing you're only starting to realize you have.

It's!!!! A lot!!!!!! And his head fucking hurts. ]

[endsjustified]

[puts an arm around him carefully, until he's ready to get going again.

it's just a real bad day for Triguns! it's a bad day for him too but he has this wonderful thing going of 'if I don't acknowledge this day is going anywhere near as shittily for me for reasons, I can kind of make myself believe it']

[featherduster]

Thank you.

[ DOES NOT ELABORATE ON WHAT THE THANK YOU IS FOR. ]

Let's go. I've got him.

[endsjustified]

Mm.

I'm...going to hide us, if that's all right.

[they look like SHIT Minuet is going to be toting a CORPSE]

[featherduster]

Please.

[ THANK GOD TBH

He stands, carefully carrying Styx along. ]

[endsjustified]

[time to put Bluebell's morgue to some real use (depressing) (derogatory)

hesitates when they get there, though]

If you don't want to -- I can take care of the replacement.

[featherduster]

[ "Why do we need a morgue" he asked Fantasia weeks ago, foolish, naive. ]

No.

[ Firmly. ]

[endsjustified]

All right.

[shuts the door behind them, leaving them in the cold]

Lay him out, then.

CW MEDICAL GORE NOW

[featherduster]

[ Doing so, carefully.

While Charon prepares whatever they need, he just immediately starts removing . . . plant detritus . . . from Styx's open chest.

Fuck. ]

Re: CW MEDICAL GORE NOW

[endsjustified]

[the microscopic silver lining is that the plantsplosion and Mirror's attack is saving them the extremely harrowing bullshit of getting through Styx's sternum. he is thinking about these things because otherwise he will either cry or start laughing wildly and alarmingly

when he comes back to the table he's cleaned his hands and retrieved a couple of thin blades, one of their bottled stores of limbus goop, a tray to put the bits, and just a whole-ass chilled limbus heart ready to go. pleasant]

Let's take out that destroyed heart first; we can use part of it as material for the eyes.