Thanatos and Orpheus // Private Thread for the Win

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[Continued from here. Thanatos holds his yellow scarf to his chest with one hand as he also clutches onto Orpheus. He was still wet, and so shivering from the freezing cold rain, but at least Erebus' roars were fading now that they're on the same universe as the Velvet Mall... Otherwise, there's only that terrible thudding in his chest as his heart struggles to relax from the onslaught of pain he had just gone through. He was mostly quiet except for a few strained gasping noises while Orpheus carried him.]

It's so cold...

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O...Orpheus! [Fff- Proceeds to wrap his arms around the other's waist so Thanatos can drag him entirely onto the futon. Once they're both together and huddled up for a moment, a thought reaches Thanatos' mind... He was still freezing cold and Orpheus clothes were soaked to the bone. He then shifts to get off of the futon so he can retrieve towels and fresh clothes for Orpheus.]

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[Doesn't really get any of that. Voice, hard floor suddenly gone, and... movement? The movement gets him to open his eyes. An arm shot out to grab him by the shoulder and shove him back down while the other forces himself back upright. Shaking slightly and still choking on his own breathing, but if he's so adamant about making himself worse. Well, then I'll be adamant about making you stay still!]

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[Looks up at Orpheus once he's pinned back down to the futon. It doesn't help he was still cold and shirtless, his only object of clothing being his wet swim trunks. They both needed fresh clothes.] Orpheus, it's all right. I just want to get us towels and fresh clothes... Lay back down, please. I'll take care of you.

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[Towels, clothes, got it. A hand flies to his mouth as the coughs turn to a decidedly worse route, but they're soon forced into silence. Instead standing and forcing himself back upright and latch onto the wall. He doesn't need to breathe - and knows it - but a subconscious habit is hard to break. But hey, if you're not breathing, you don't have to worry about choking to death on the air you're inhaling. Plus sides to being a corpse! No words, because that'll make it start again. Instead disappears out of eyesight, the sounds of someone almost collapsing in the bathroom but surfacing well enough to throw a towel at Thanatos and then storm past, mouthing something to himself with no voice to match the words. Clothes next keep moving pass out later.]

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[Thanatos could have done all of that... As an unusual noise escapes from his throat. Can't quite match it... It's an odd noise. A wheeze? Oh well, a towel is being thrown at him now. Proceeds to use it to dry himself as quick as possible, he was definitely freezing because of all that water. Once Orpheus storms past to get fresh clothes, Thanatos takes that time to strip off his swim trunks before wrapping himself entirely in the towel. It was definitely a lot warmer now. ... ]

Thank you... Ah...! Don't forget about yourself, either. You need to get warm, too. Then we can rest...

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[Doesn't hear any of it, too busy trying to focus past those white flashes with each movement and the subsequent darkness each one leaves behind. Not even sure if this is his dresser or not. Does it really matter, actually? No, no it doesn't. So just have a pair of sweatpants and a shirt thrown in your common direction. Followed by two muffled thuds - one from the dresser closing, and the other from his subsequent collapse against it. A few coughs as proof he's awake out of your line of vision, but otherwise slowly giving up to it. That's enough for him to be okay until I wake up again, right? Right. Guilt-free indeed.]

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O... Orpheus! [Quickly slips on the sweatpants and shirt at the sound of those thuds before he stumbles out of the futon and goes towards the collapsed against the dresser Orpheus. Come on, you need to get dried off and into fresh clothes as well now. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be.]

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[Like hearing underwater and seeing through a black haze. Was always one of the more sickening feelings he'd ever experienced. Then there's white through the smog and a voice saying his name and it clicks that the idiot isn't resting like I told him to but all that comes out in place of scolding is another chain of coughs hard enough to leave a few specks of half-congealed blood on his hand. No speaking, fine. Still have enough semblance to grab onto that shirt with the usual force behind it obscenely lacking... but the glare to back it up is more than enough to compensate in this case. Enough to get the point across - GO LIE DOWN YOU JACKASS.]

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[Hey, Orpheus? Hold still, Thanatos is wrapping a towel around you so he can dry you off. SUCK IT UP, I'M CARING FOR YOU NOW. Now take off your wet clothes so we can get warm ones on you. He's already going for the drawer to get those clothes out.]

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[Sorry, what now? Because the moment there's no shirt in his hand, the arm falls like a puppet with its string's cut. And then staring at it blankly. Why is he freaking out so much over this? Not like I can get sick like he did. You know, DEAD. But trying to say so awarded nothing but silence. And trying to move to just humor him and get it over with had no results either. So it was all he could do just to lie there and deal with those same convulsions Thanatos was having no less than an hour before, fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes open in the process.]

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[Sets the warm clothes down next to Orpheus and proceeds to strip off his wet suit and under shirt before wrapping the towel around him and rubbing him as dry as Thanatos possibly can get him. He's trying to hold in his panic as his Assistant convulses like that. Shh shh Orpheus it will be all right. Once he's dry enough Thanatos slips on the warm shirt. It didn't matter that Orpheus was dead, this was his best friend suffering like this. Anyway, same steps are going again only with Orpheus' pants now. Strip, dry, then slide the other pair of sweatpants onto him. There. Now there's just his wet hair, but Thanatos' wasn't all that better, so simply just have a towel wrapping around the blue hair before Thanatos stands up and tries to get Orpheus up with him as well. To the futon!]

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[And somewhere behind that black miasma obscuring his vision was that other figure moving around frantically. 'You'll get yourself even more sick doing that kind of thing.' But the words still won't come out. Even feeling his actions everything was too far gone, nerve endings probably shorting out to try and ease the pain even if it wouldn't help. It wasn't right to make him do all this. Especially after having to deal with Erebus at the beach and still being affected by that storm and now this. Stupid stupid stupid why did this body have to give out halfway through I could've made it the rest. But no. And that gives way to the quietest of whispers in a dying voice, and only the first half of "sorry" before it dies off into a whimper and another set of pained coughs leaving more bloodstains on the ground. But then the eyes close and... silence. March 6th moment, be back later. Though at least you can tell he's still alive with the constant seizures under Erebus' onslaught.]

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[Wraps his arms around Orpheus for a moment into a tight hug. At least now the both of them were dry enough... He then shifts and drags Orpheus to the bed, his lungs starting to wheeze, though he ignores since Orpheus had dragged him all the way there to the dorm room in the first place. This small distance was nothing to Thanatos. Once close, Thanatos lays Orpheus on the futon and proceeds to lay down with him before tucking the two of them in between the blanets. Sure, Orpheus was still cold, but Thanatos didn't care about that as he finally allows himself to collapse on Orpheus' chest. He wheezes for awhile and closes his eyes, trying to calm his still thudding heart as Orpheus' seizures under him.]

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[It's always like living through some horrible nightmare. This side of the connection again... two years younger, still in that uniform, staring down blankly at those visible wires digging into his skin that he feels every single day on the other side. Suddenly unable to move against the restraints save for grabbing onto them even tighter to brace against the inevitable. But the pain searing his hands was nothing like when that monstrosity bears down on him, trying to yank the seal itself off the door. Knuckles white in their grip, blood ever-flowing from the open wounds. Don't scream because that makes the seizures on the other end even worse... Other side.

You're still there, right? Still safe from this thing? It takes a moment to find the concentration needed to do, especially harder against that constant banging and the roars, but still managing to mentally reach out back through that lifeline Igor created and touch down on the one left behind. I'm sorry so sorry I'll be back soon to take care of you I promise

Silence. No movement except for the constant spasms of the assistant beneath you, but you could almost swear there's still someone there. Arms wrapped around you tightly in an embrace to ease your pain, warm tears falling against your head to calm you down. Or maybe there's nothing even there...]