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Eames ([personal profile] casuistic) wrote2029-03-11 04:24 pm

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What did the bee say to the flower?

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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2019-03-26 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The weakened man struggles against Eames' grip, bloody fingers clawing ineffectively at the air. Each solid smack to his back jostles the frail body, and then he's dropping his head forward with a weak groan, thick, black, tar-like liquid welling up in his mouth and oozing out, accompanied with gurgling noises from deep in his throat.

Finally, finally, the small, rock-like thing that had been lodged in his throat is coughed up, dropping off the side of the bed with a solid 'thud', leaving a trail of the black liquid behind. Arthur collapses bonelessly, breathing heavily but easily. The cracks on his skin close up immediately - chapped, irritated looking, but no longer flaking or oozing blood.

Meanwhile, the Plague is gathering itself up on the floor, wheezing quietly as it rears up, staring up at Eames and Arthur with white eyes.
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[personal profile] paradoxpoint 2019-03-29 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Shaking his head, Arthur focuses on keeping himself upright from where Eames had released him, swaying slightly, staring blearily at the captured creature. The Plague presses itself up against the dome, its black essence spreading slightly against the plastic, pushing itself and its prison forward, inch by inch, to get closer to the bed again.

"Don't... know..." he mumbles, trying to concentrate despite his clear fatigue. "But I feel... a lot better now."

It's true - he can actually breathe, the fever is at a much more bearable temperature (still present, but on it's way out, now), and his skin doesn't feel like it's going to disintegrate around him. Clearly the black thing had been causing those troubles while it was infesting him.