[ A wide open opportunity to let Flynn talk him out of it, and Yuri should take him up on it, but instead he snorts. ]
With the score we got? C'mon, they need us.
[ When he looks at Flynn at all, it's very deliberately fixed on his face. As if the rest of him, in an outfit that's skintight in places, doesn't exist. ]
[Flynn, holds his helmet in both hands and takes a breath.]
You're right. We're here to help.
[He keeps his eyes locked with Yuri's and his mouth quirks up at the side.]
If this thing eats us? It's your fault.
[With that he puts on his helmet and lets himself be prodded and placed where he needs to be. He doesn't like it, it's too much metal, but he's not going to complain. It should be okay, he trusts Yuri.]
[ The guy who wears full plate is upset about this? It's because it shows off all the hard outlines of his body, isn't it. ;D ]
Oh, don't worry, I was already gonna take full responsibility for any disasters befalling us.
[ Because there's definitely still a part of his brain that's chanting please please please. Just take the choice out of his hands, don't make it something he has to admit he has any reservations about at all...
The poking and prodding doesn't seem to faze him: partly because he's let people do his eyeliner before and that's worse, partly because he's too deep in his own head to care what's happening to his body right now.
But the preflight checks are all done now. They just have to step into the controlling space...
Last chance, a little voice whispers in the back of his head. You should at least warn him about Tokyo-F.
But when Yuri catches Flynn's eye, he just — smiles thinly. ]
[Flynn snorts and rolls his eyes, as he adjusts his helmet and stands there letting the scientists and everyone check him over. He's nervous, but it just comes out in being more restless, shifting back and forth on his feet, stretching his arms, and rolling his shoulders. He's tries to force himself still.
He doesn't want to worry Yuri.]
Ready. Let's get this thing started.
[He gives Yuri his own small smile, nodding at his friend.]
The machines start up. Whir. Yuri is caught off guard, despite himself, by the way it feels as the mechanical arms come in close, attaching to his spinal cord — and then there's this frisson of awareness, a body much bigger than his own, an enormous shoulder that circles as he circles his own, and...
At first, it's fine. His mind's clear. He could almost forget that it's Flynn beside him in this not-cockpit, strapped into all the same machines.
Until the neural handshake completes, and then his awareness of Flynn is almost painfully acute, and he can feel himself starting to have thoughts about it, and—
Has anyone ever broken Flow on purpose before, because Yuri's doing it now: the equivalent of throwing himself out of a moving car, retreating into his ugliest memories of Tokyo-F.
Flynn will see flashes: waking up in the Game Tower, checking his phone for the latest set of rules, and then being somewhere else entirely — a forest in the Hunger Games, two young men a couple years younger than Yuri, one of whom Flynn might recognize, though in this memory he's all business as he advises using a magic armor that sheathes Yuri fully in bark; and then rapid glimpses of other games, Yuri always remembering to raise that armor again, his skin going pale and mottled. ]
No, he was more than nervous, as he felt the mechanical arms fit around him. He can feel something else, bigger and more powerful as he holds out the hand and opens and closes it. He let's out a breath, and tries to focus, he was doing REALLY well at focusing, but then something happens.
It's almost an audible crackle of something and he can feel, and there are scenes whipping by so quick that he literally feels like the breath is being punched out of him as he watches. The memories shoot by quickly, slowing down for brief beats before speeding up again.
What the hell is he seeing?!
It's hard to breath, and his legs buckle as he watches. He tries to focus, tries to scrabble back, but this is something he'd never seen, and that Yuri had never told him about. He hasn't been breathing, his head is pounding as he saw it. Everything is threatening to drag him out forcefully.]
[ He's the worst person, the worst friend, but at least he's not losing himself deeply enough in any of these memories for Flynn to feel any of it: just whirling images, a horrifying tableau.
Round after round of the Hunger Games, trying to keep things friendly even as he looked for other players who wouldn't mind a one-on-one duel for points, growing steadily more exhausted and numb until he finally died in his fifth round, mostly just irritated by the anticlimax of being taken out by a Deep Fryer Event instead of a fellow player, mentally if not physically flipping the production off for doing that to him.
Losing his hearing and then his hand, the hand he keeps chafing in moments of agitation when he thinks no one's looking, during Oregod Trail: a road trip through a frozen world with only one other young man for company, a young man he then had to trade off playing amateur "what's anesthesia" surgeon with. Their final obstacle, a frozen lake Yuri had to navigate alone, silent and steeled, until he was able to cross the finish line — to wake up in the Game Tower again, whereupon he quickly unwound the bandage on his restored right hand and squeezed it until it hurt.
The keen sense of personal violation as he tore through Ideal World after Ideal World, trying to tell friends and strangers alike that they were trapped in a dream that only seemed like happy endings: the strange, false intimacy in so many of these worlds, where he'd taken the place of their closest friends and had to convince them that the real people they loved weren't here; there's some focus on that one room where he briefly had what passed for healing powers in Tokyo-F and had to heal up a room full of bloody, messy corpses, and spent a while apologizing out loud to the otherwise empty-room, but then it just keeps going.
Glimpses of Last Supper, the game Yuri's unit showed up late to after almost everyone else was already three different kinds of magic crazy, the game where one of them was a Heart and the rest were Mouths and all of them were horribly, gnawingly, painfully hungry. Where they kept having to choose which other person to target, to try to feed on.
Waking up in the Game Tower again every time, sometimes fully healed, sometimes still injured, depending on whether they'd won or not.
Glimpses of Battleship, being trapped in a sub underwater and being hit by torpedo after torpedo, letting in water and strange fish that hurt them or messed with their heads. Glimpses of Foul Toxins. The distinct sense that Yuri's least favorite type of "trauma" game was the war council, where they had to pick teams or sometimes individual people to die, and you couldn't know who else was targeting you at the same time. Having to choose between friends, over and over again—
—and then there's the briefest brightest flash of blond hair and ocean-blue eyes, and Yuri not even knowing his real name but hoping, every time his unit was on the board, that he wouldn't be playing, and Yuri shoves that thought away as hard as he can but it was still there, heart-pounding. ]
[With each vision that shuttered past him, Flynn could feel a coldness settle in him. He felt dizzy, he wanted out of all of this. Did these things actually happen to Yuri? He felt his stomach roil and he reached up finally losing his footing, going to his knees. His fingers dig against the metal floor as he tries to focus on something.
Breathe. He tries to scream at himself in his head as the scenery whips by.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
His hand clamps over the visor on the helmet. He needs air. Needs, something--
But the most, overwhelming thing he needs right now is to stop these visions. He needs them to stop because he doesn't think he can bare anymore of them. He goes to take off the helmet, but he doesn't, can't tug it off. Not with how uncoordinated he is, he can't get his normally honed body to listen to him. His fingers are spasming and he grits his teeth.
Breathe.
He was not fine now. A sharp tinge of copper wafts into his nose, he must have bit his cheek. The glass on the visor of his helmet almost completely fogged over as he shuts his eyes. The pictures of Yuri in pain, Yuri dying, waking up, everything is too much for him.
But Yuri isn't getting off without Flynn's memories, the ones that bombard him hit like a crack to Yuri out of nowhere. An overwhelming sadness flows over him like a rushing tide, confusion, and fear all mingle together threatening to float up and deprive him of air. There is a small blond haired boy walking into a dimly light room.
"Mama?" Flynn's voice is hesitant, so, so young.
There was no answer. Soft footsteps sound on the old creaking floorboards, and dust particles catch in the air.
There's no answer from the figure from the bed, just the single hand off the side of the bed, fingers slack pointed down towards the floor with cracked nails. Then it's the choking sensation, as if someone had pulled all the air from the room, and panic.
"MAMA!" Cold fear. Intense pain lances and threatens to tare apart. Flynn hits his knees, numbly fumbling for his mothers hand, shaking it hard. "Mama! Wake up! Please wake up! I promise I'll behave! Please don't leave me!"
The scene is washed away in a torrent of sadness that slides like a glacial river.
His chest is on fire, still hurting right dead in the center. He had been lucky, the hit from Alexei hadn't killed him. He looked towards the side of the bed and noticed Estellise sitting with her hands clasped in front of her face, as if in prayer.
"Lady Estellise?"
"Flynn! Thank goodness you’re awake."
He slowly raises himself up into a sitting position, his body heavy from exertion. He’s relieved to see her. But, she’s not the one that’s on his mind. No, he looks around at the room looking for his friend.
"Where’s Yuri…?"
Lady Estellise’s face crumples as she presses a hand over her mouth. It takes her a long while before she pulls her hand away, tears shining in her eyes.
"Your knight said she saw him fall from Zaude."
Surprise zips through him, then a heaviness in his chest settles and something cracks. He reaches up and presses a hand to the center where the wound was the most tender. The stinging pain is nothing compared to the tremendous ache as he struggles to catch his breath at the news.
"No."
"Flynn I-"
"No."
It's all encompassing. The pain and the way it threatens to rend his chest apart, the absolute terror he feels is enough to steal breath from him. His heart cracks in his chest, just a little more.]
[ oh good they're both just dissociating at once then cool cool ] [ He sees the younger Flynn from the side of his eye, and selfishly he latches onto it, too: anything to distract Flynn from what he'd almost thought
(the other man in Tokyo-F, weeks of trying to unravel his feelings, not now shut up shut up)
and focuses on a kind older woman he'd never really known, horrible but innocuous, horrible but impersonal
(which is just such a great thought to be having about your f̸̺͓̣̌r̶̨͉̣̪̈́͗i̸̧̢͕̪̻̭̕ȩ̴̣̭͎͍̔̈̎n̵̛̰͈̳̞͂̆̿̈̍̓d̴̻̥͌͒͐͜'s dead mother, thanks brain he just fucking loves you) (he doesn't mean it, he knows this was one of the worst moments in your life—)
but then it's
then it's Zaude, and this time it isn't just a movie playing inside his head, he's starting to feel what Flynn felt in that moment, and the shock of it is what really hits him like a truck. ]
Yuri can feel this. But no, the feelings keep pouring out. The absolute heart stabbing pain he had felt. It hadn't been because of the wound on his chest, no, Lady Estellise had done the best she could with her healing as it was at the moment that had happened.
The wound burned. But, it was nothing compared to the utter feeling of helplessness and numbness that flooded through him. The disbelief as he sat there, fingers gripping into the sheets so tightly they almost ripped.
The feeling as if his heart had shattered.
No..
No..
No--
Yuri wouldn't go like that. Couldn't go like that. Flynn, even in pain, kicked out his feet the coldness of the floor and the pain surging through his chest as he tried to stand up, Estellise trying to steady him.
"I'm going to find him."
"Flynn..."
"He's out there. You all just lef-NGH."
He grips at the edge of the bed and tries to stand up, tries to breathe. But he can't. His face feels hot even as the rest of his body feels cold. His chest is pinching, the room is swaying, and his pulse is racing.
[ Flynn's fear is choking, overwhelming, and it's all too easy to be carried on the tide of it, but Yuri just keeps thinking numbly
(really?)
because he knew Flynn had been worried. He knew everyone had been worried. But this felt more like — panic? Like a panic attack, even. And that's just...
It'll pass, he thinks, even as more fear keeps crashing down on him in the stream. He was sad, but he would've been okay.
In fact, the fear continues. The memory stretches and slides by quickly, showing Flynn getting up against everyone's advice. Flynn getting Sodia, Witcher, and using the knights, those who would help to go looking for Yuri.
Through the ache of lingering injury, the grogginess, the late night pushing himself harder.
"Sir I--"
"No. We'll keep looking."
"We're needed elsewhere..."
The words sending despair through him that again is like the water raising up threatening to choke him. Flynn however, doesn't try to swallow it down, sits in it and refuses to move from the pain, the dark slowly encroaching on all sides threatening to swallow him down.
"Sir...We have orders."
They had been doing this for more than a day. Flynn is dead on his feet, and his body is threatening to make him rest.
But Yuri isn't there.
Yuri isn't there.
Yuri isn't there.
He should have never let him go, he should have grabbed his hand and made him stay. There are so many things--]
[ Hours turn into days, and still that — fear, pain, self-recrimination. Nights without sleep, even when Repede tries to nudge him into bed. He isn't eating. He's going to make himself sick.
(They're all worried, whenever he catches a glimpse of the rest of the party. Even Rita — even the old man.
It's enough to make him want to crack a joke, just to ease the tension. "Aw, I didn't know you cared." Or something like that.
But he's still inside Flynn and he can't make Flynn so much as smile.)
The days have started to blur together, but he knows he's past the point of hunger now; his stomach just hurts. But then, all of him hurts right now.
Why isn't it passing? Why isn't it... getting a little easier at least?
Estelle had told him Flynn hadn't given up, but in this moment he realizes he hadn't completely believed her.
You should've given up, he thinks distantly. You should've given up years ago. ]
[Flynn doesn't give up. Even when the others leave him alone, he shuts them out, takes Repede with him and goes searching by himself.
The pain centers in the middle of his chest, almost like a debilitating wound that he is slowly dying from.
It's a lot of pain, the rush of it constant, even as he starts to do other things.
But he still goes out, still looks for the other.
"Flynn--"
"There isn't a body..."
He's stubborn, he wants to hold onto that small piece of hope. It's Yuri, and he trusts and loves him so much that he sets his mind there. He has to hope, even through all the pain. Anything else in him is just pain or numbness now.]
[ It's so much. It's too much. How many days was he out for? How much more of this before someone (not him) (he was too much of a coward) sends Flynn a missive to let him know?
(he'd always thought) (not so very deep down, he'd thought) (if he could've just stayed dead) ]
[It's more of the same. The same pain, hope, despair and numbness that mingles and works together as he continues to do the bare minimum of his duties.
"It's not like you to be so unfocused..."
"I apologize..."
Again, he goes out searching. Then the night he doesn't that's probably the worst night. He allows himself to actually hold onto Repede and tears don't stop as he curls up. It's like he's five again and the tears won't stop. He hadn't cried up until that point, thankfully the others aren't around to see it.
No, he's mourning. Quietly mourning, and not sure when the mourning will stop.]
(The thought is more than a little hysterical, but Yuri can't help it.) (It feels like he's been trapped in this tiny castle room, feeling Flynn's pain, forever.)
He's pretty sure there was supposed to be some sort of failsafe. A button, maybe, that the scientists who should be monitoring their damned vitals are supposed to punch when the Flow between them breaks beyond repair.
He just needs to keep it together a little longer. Any second now, the machines will shut down and they'll be kicked out, even sent to the back of the line to restart the whole Rise process over again. This time, he can agree with Flynn that this whole thing fucking sucked and find something better to do with their time—
One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three one thousand. ]
[ ...but of course it isn't that simple. Time in here isn't passing in the same way, and all counting out the seconds does is make him more and more horrifically aware of how long he's spent hiding in a corner of Flynn's personal hell.
Distantly, Yuri thinks, he would take every sick, twisted thing Tokyo-F had ever done to him over one more minute of this. ]
[ He doesn't move physically, of course. His actual body must still be strapped into the machine, somewhere faraway from Flynn's stupidly tiny room in the castle.
But he moves nonetheless, crossing the room as fast as he can, every second of further delay only more painful, only to settle his hands very deliberately on the back of Flynn's chair.
(He should be apologizing already, not apologizing hurts too, but in this moment it's hard to breathe.) ]
[Flynn takes forever to look at him. His complexion is ashen, dark circles, and even his hair that normally fell into place, is mussed. He looks like the tiniest thing could push him over. It's like he's staring through Yuri instead of at him, a small frown on his lips, brow pinched in concentration.
Before him is a stack of work that hasn't even been touched.
He rubs at his eyes and turns around and stares back blankly at the paper.]
Ngh.
[He can't even do his work. A very unlike Flynn thing indeed. Exhaustion, numbness and depression all war to keep Flynn tethered right there, unable to do much more than stare at a stupid piece of paper and not recognize the words on it.]
I must really be going crazy. Now I'm seeing you even when I'm awake.
[He turns around to snap, belatedly realizing that he actually felt that. The pain immediately evaporates from around him. His eyes widen and he nearly knocks over his chair.]
Yuri?!
[He steps to the side grabbing Yuri's wrist, eyes wide as he tugs the other close.]
Yuri--
[His voice is pinched, tight, but the tension bleeds from him almost immediately his body sagging from relief. His head tips down pressing to the top of his shoulder.]
[ And just like that, he can actually breathe again. A low, short sound, almost like a laugh as he catches Flynn, anxiety around sharing this connection temporarily forgotten. ]
That's my name. Don't wear it out, I'll make you buy me a new one.
[Even with the other sounding like himself, being there in person, everything has been laid out on the table for Flynn. He slowly raises his head, his heart hammering in his upper chest and throat. He couldn't breathe, but he slowly reaches up and cups Yuri's cheeks in his trembling hands.]
Yuri...
[Without missing a beat, he leans in and kisses Yuri.]
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Date: 2023-05-29 09:53 pm (UTC)With the score we got? C'mon, they need us.
[ When he looks at Flynn at all, it's very deliberately fixed on his face. As if the rest of him, in an outfit that's skintight in places, doesn't exist. ]
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Date: 2023-05-29 09:59 pm (UTC)You're right. We're here to help.
[He keeps his eyes locked with Yuri's and his mouth quirks up at the side.]
If this thing eats us? It's your fault.
[With that he puts on his helmet and lets himself be prodded and placed where he needs to be. He doesn't like it, it's too much metal, but he's not going to complain. It should be okay, he trusts Yuri.]
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Date: 2023-05-29 10:07 pm (UTC)Oh, don't worry, I was already gonna take full responsibility for any disasters befalling us.
[ Because there's definitely still a part of his brain that's chanting please please please. Just take the choice out of his hands, don't make it something he has to admit he has any reservations about at all...
The poking and prodding doesn't seem to faze him: partly because he's let people do his eyeliner before and that's worse, partly because he's too deep in his own head to care what's happening to his body right now.
But the preflight checks are all done now. They just have to step into the controlling space...
Last chance, a little voice whispers in the back of his head. You should at least warn him about Tokyo-F.
But when Yuri catches Flynn's eye, he just — smiles thinly. ]
Ready when you are.
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Date: 2023-05-29 10:13 pm (UTC)[Flynn snorts and rolls his eyes, as he adjusts his helmet and stands there letting the scientists and everyone check him over. He's nervous, but it just comes out in being more restless, shifting back and forth on his feet, stretching his arms, and rolling his shoulders. He's tries to force himself still.
He doesn't want to worry Yuri.]
Ready. Let's get this thing started.
[He gives Yuri his own small smile, nodding at his friend.]
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Date: 2023-05-29 11:00 pm (UTC)The machines start up. Whir. Yuri is caught off guard, despite himself, by the way it feels as the mechanical arms come in close, attaching to his spinal cord — and then there's this frisson of awareness, a body much bigger than his own, an enormous shoulder that circles as he circles his own, and...
At first, it's fine. His mind's clear. He could almost forget that it's Flynn beside him in this not-cockpit, strapped into all the same machines.
Until the neural handshake completes, and then his awareness of Flynn is almost painfully acute, and he can feel himself starting to have thoughts about it, and—
Has anyone ever broken Flow on purpose before, because Yuri's doing it now: the equivalent of throwing himself out of a moving car, retreating into his ugliest memories of Tokyo-F.
Flynn will see flashes: waking up in the Game Tower, checking his phone for the latest set of rules, and then being somewhere else entirely — a forest in the Hunger Games, two young men a couple years younger than Yuri, one of whom Flynn might recognize, though in this memory he's all business as he advises using a magic armor that sheathes Yuri fully in bark; and then rapid glimpses of other games, Yuri always remembering to raise that armor again, his skin going pale and mottled. ]
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Date: 2023-05-29 11:10 pm (UTC)No, he was more than nervous, as he felt the mechanical arms fit around him. He can feel something else, bigger and more powerful as he holds out the hand and opens and closes it. He let's out a breath, and tries to focus, he was doing REALLY well at focusing, but then something happens.
It's almost an audible crackle of something and he can feel, and there are scenes whipping by so quick that he literally feels like the breath is being punched out of him as he watches. The memories shoot by quickly, slowing down for brief beats before speeding up again.
What the hell is he seeing?!
It's hard to breath, and his legs buckle as he watches. He tries to focus, tries to scrabble back, but this is something he'd never seen, and that Yuri had never told him about. He hasn't been breathing, his head is pounding as he saw it. Everything is threatening to drag him out forcefully.]
Y-Yuri!
cw: burns, hypothermia, amputation, cannibalism
Date: 2023-05-30 12:27 am (UTC)Round after round of the Hunger Games, trying to keep things friendly even as he looked for other players who wouldn't mind a one-on-one duel for points, growing steadily more exhausted and numb until he finally died in his fifth round, mostly just irritated by the anticlimax of being taken out by a Deep Fryer Event instead of a fellow player, mentally if not physically flipping the production off for doing that to him.
Losing his hearing and then his hand, the hand he keeps chafing in moments of agitation when he thinks no one's looking, during Oregod Trail: a road trip through a frozen world with only one other young man for company, a young man he then had to trade off playing amateur "what's anesthesia" surgeon with. Their final obstacle, a frozen lake Yuri had to navigate alone, silent and steeled, until he was able to cross the finish line — to wake up in the Game Tower again, whereupon he quickly unwound the bandage on his restored right hand and squeezed it until it hurt.
The keen sense of personal violation as he tore through Ideal World after Ideal World, trying to tell friends and strangers alike that they were trapped in a dream that only seemed like happy endings: the strange, false intimacy in so many of these worlds, where he'd taken the place of their closest friends and had to convince them that the real people they loved weren't here; there's some focus on that one room where he briefly had what passed for healing powers in Tokyo-F and had to heal up a room full of bloody, messy corpses, and spent a while apologizing out loud to the otherwise empty-room, but then it just keeps going.
Glimpses of Last Supper, the game Yuri's unit showed up late to after almost everyone else was already three different kinds of magic crazy, the game where one of them was a Heart and the rest were Mouths and all of them were horribly, gnawingly, painfully hungry. Where they kept having to choose which other person to target, to try to feed on.
Waking up in the Game Tower again every time, sometimes fully healed, sometimes still injured, depending on whether they'd won or not.
Glimpses of Battleship, being trapped in a sub underwater and being hit by torpedo after torpedo, letting in water and strange fish that hurt them or messed with their heads. Glimpses of Foul Toxins. The distinct sense that Yuri's least favorite type of "trauma" game was the war council, where they had to pick teams or sometimes individual people to die, and you couldn't know who else was targeting you at the same time. Having to choose between friends, over and over again—
—and then there's the briefest brightest flash of blond hair and ocean-blue eyes, and Yuri not even knowing his real name but hoping, every time his unit was on the board, that he wouldn't be playing, and Yuri shoves that thought away as hard as he can but it was still there, heart-pounding. ]
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Date: 2023-05-30 01:00 am (UTC)Breathe. He tries to scream at himself in his head as the scenery whips by.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
His hand clamps over the visor on the helmet. He needs air. Needs, something--
But the most, overwhelming thing he needs right now is to stop these visions. He needs them to stop because he doesn't think he can bare anymore of them. He goes to take off the helmet, but he doesn't, can't tug it off. Not with how uncoordinated he is, he can't get his normally honed body to listen to him. His fingers are spasming and he grits his teeth.
Breathe.
He was not fine now. A sharp tinge of copper wafts into his nose, he must have bit his cheek. The glass on the visor of his helmet almost completely fogged over as he shuts his eyes. The pictures of Yuri in pain, Yuri dying, waking up, everything is too much for him.
But Yuri isn't getting off without Flynn's memories, the ones that bombard him hit like a crack to Yuri out of nowhere. An overwhelming sadness flows over him like a rushing tide, confusion, and fear all mingle together threatening to float up and deprive him of air. There is a small blond haired boy walking into a dimly light room.
"Mama?" Flynn's voice is hesitant, so, so young.
There was no answer. Soft footsteps sound on the old creaking floorboards, and dust particles catch in the air.
There's no answer from the figure from the bed, just the single hand off the side of the bed, fingers slack pointed down towards the floor with cracked nails. Then it's the choking sensation, as if someone had pulled all the air from the room, and panic.
"MAMA!" Cold fear. Intense pain lances and threatens to tare apart. Flynn hits his knees, numbly fumbling for his mothers hand, shaking it hard. "Mama! Wake up! Please wake up! I promise I'll behave! Please don't leave me!"
The scene is washed away in a torrent of sadness that slides like a glacial river.
His chest is on fire, still hurting right dead in the center. He had been lucky, the hit from Alexei hadn't killed him. He looked towards the side of the bed and noticed Estellise sitting with her hands clasped in front of her face, as if in prayer.
"Lady Estellise?"
"Flynn! Thank goodness you’re awake."
He slowly raises himself up into a sitting position, his body heavy from exertion. He’s relieved to see her. But, she’s not the one that’s on his mind. No, he looks around at the room looking for his friend.
"Where’s Yuri…?"
Lady Estellise’s face crumples as she presses a hand over her mouth. It takes her a long while before she pulls her hand away, tears shining in her eyes.
"Your knight said she saw him fall from Zaude."
Surprise zips through him, then a heaviness in his chest settles and something cracks. He reaches up and presses a hand to the center where the wound was the most tender. The stinging pain is nothing compared to the tremendous ache as he struggles to catch his breath at the news.
"No."
"Flynn I-"
"No."
It's all encompassing. The pain and the way it threatens to rend his chest apart, the absolute terror he feels is enough to steal breath from him. His heart cracks in his chest, just a little more.]
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Date: 2023-05-30 02:03 am (UTC)(the other man in Tokyo-F, weeks of trying to unravel his feelings, not now shut up shut up)
and focuses on a kind older woman he'd never really known, horrible but innocuous, horrible but impersonal
(which is just such a great thought to be having about your f̸̺͓̣̌r̶̨͉̣̪̈́͗i̸̧̢͕̪̻̭̕ȩ̴̣̭͎͍̔̈̎n̵̛̰͈̳̞͂̆̿̈̍̓d̴̻̥͌͒͐͜'s dead mother, thanks brain he just fucking loves you) (he doesn't mean it, he knows this was one of the worst moments in your life—)
but then it's
then it's Zaude, and this time it isn't just a movie playing inside his head, he's starting to feel what Flynn felt in that moment, and the shock of it is what really hits him like a truck. ]
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Date: 2023-05-30 02:14 am (UTC)Yuri can feel this. But no, the feelings keep pouring out. The absolute heart stabbing pain he had felt. It hadn't been because of the wound on his chest, no, Lady Estellise had done the best she could with her healing as it was at the moment that had happened.
The wound burned. But, it was nothing compared to the utter feeling of helplessness and numbness that flooded through him. The disbelief as he sat there, fingers gripping into the sheets so tightly they almost ripped.
The feeling as if his heart had shattered.
No..
No..
No--
Yuri wouldn't go like that. Couldn't go like that. Flynn, even in pain, kicked out his feet the coldness of the floor and the pain surging through his chest as he tried to stand up, Estellise trying to steady him.
"I'm going to find him."
"Flynn..."
"He's out there. You all just lef-NGH."
He grips at the edge of the bed and tries to stand up, tries to breathe. But he can't. His face feels hot even as the rest of his body feels cold. His chest is pinching, the room is swaying, and his pulse is racing.
There is so. much. pain.]
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Date: 2023-05-31 01:28 am (UTC)(really?)
because he knew Flynn had been worried. He knew everyone had been worried. But this felt more like — panic? Like a panic attack, even. And that's just...
It'll pass, he thinks, even as more fear keeps crashing down on him in the stream. He was sad, but he would've been okay.
(wouldn't he?) ]
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Date: 2023-05-31 01:40 am (UTC)In fact, the fear continues. The memory stretches and slides by quickly, showing Flynn getting up against everyone's advice. Flynn getting Sodia, Witcher, and using the knights, those who would help to go looking for Yuri.
Through the ache of lingering injury, the grogginess, the late night pushing himself harder.
"Sir I--"
"No. We'll keep looking."
"We're needed elsewhere..."
The words sending despair through him that again is like the water raising up threatening to choke him. Flynn however, doesn't try to swallow it down, sits in it and refuses to move from the pain, the dark slowly encroaching on all sides threatening to swallow him down.
"Sir...We have orders."
They had been doing this for more than a day. Flynn is dead on his feet, and his body is threatening to make him rest.
But Yuri isn't there.
Yuri isn't there.
Yuri isn't there.
He should have never let him go, he should have grabbed his hand and made him stay. There are so many things--]
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Date: 2023-05-31 03:01 am (UTC)(They're all worried, whenever he catches a glimpse of the rest of the party. Even Rita — even the old man.
It's enough to make him want to crack a joke, just to ease the tension. "Aw, I didn't know you cared." Or something like that.
But he's still inside Flynn and he can't make Flynn so much as smile.)
The days have started to blur together, but he knows he's past the point of hunger now; his stomach just hurts. But then, all of him hurts right now.
Why isn't it passing? Why isn't it... getting a little easier at least?
Estelle had told him Flynn hadn't given up, but in this moment he realizes he hadn't completely believed her.
You should've given up, he thinks distantly. You should've given up years ago. ]
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Date: 2023-05-31 03:09 am (UTC)The pain centers in the middle of his chest, almost like a debilitating wound that he is slowly dying from.
It's a lot of pain, the rush of it constant, even as he starts to do other things.
But he still goes out, still looks for the other.
"Flynn--"
"There isn't a body..."
He's stubborn, he wants to hold onto that small piece of hope. It's Yuri, and he trusts and loves him so much that he sets his mind there. He has to hope, even through all the pain. Anything else in him is just pain or numbness now.]
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Date: 2023-05-31 06:14 am (UTC)(he'd always thought) (not so very deep down, he'd thought)
(if he could've just stayed dead) ]
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Date: 2023-05-31 11:52 am (UTC)"It's not like you to be so unfocused..."
"I apologize..."
Again, he goes out searching. Then the night he doesn't that's probably the worst night. He allows himself to actually hold onto Repede and tears don't stop as he curls up. It's like he's five again and the tears won't stop. He hadn't cried up until that point, thankfully the others aren't around to see it.
No, he's mourning. Quietly mourning, and not sure when the mourning will stop.]
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Date: 2023-06-02 01:20 am (UTC)(The thought is more than a little hysterical, but Yuri can't help it.) (It feels like he's been trapped in this tiny castle room, feeling Flynn's pain, forever.)
He's pretty sure there was supposed to be some sort of failsafe. A button, maybe, that the scientists who should be monitoring their damned vitals are supposed to punch when the Flow between them breaks beyond repair.
He just needs to keep it together a little longer. Any second now, the machines will shut down and they'll be kicked out, even sent to the back of the line to restart the whole Rise process over again. This time, he can agree with Flynn that this whole thing fucking sucked and find something better to do with their time—
One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three one thousand. ]
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Date: 2023-06-02 01:31 am (UTC)Distantly, Yuri thinks, he would take every sick, twisted thing Tokyo-F had ever done to him over one more minute of this. ]
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Date: 2023-06-02 01:48 am (UTC)But he moves nonetheless, crossing the room as fast as he can, every second of further delay only more painful, only to settle his hands very deliberately on the back of Flynn's chair.
(He should be apologizing already, not apologizing hurts too, but in this moment it's hard to breathe.) ]
Hey.
[ Fuck him, honestly. ]
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Date: 2023-06-02 01:54 am (UTC)Before him is a stack of work that hasn't even been touched.
He rubs at his eyes and turns around and stares back blankly at the paper.]
Ngh.
[He can't even do his work. A very unlike Flynn thing indeed. Exhaustion, numbness and depression all war to keep Flynn tethered right there, unable to do much more than stare at a stupid piece of paper and not recognize the words on it.]
I must really be going crazy. Now I'm seeing you even when I'm awake.
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Date: 2023-06-02 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-06-02 02:19 am (UTC)[He turns around to snap, belatedly realizing that he actually felt that. The pain immediately evaporates from around him. His eyes widen and he nearly knocks over his chair.]
Yuri?!
[He steps to the side grabbing Yuri's wrist, eyes wide as he tugs the other close.]
Yuri--
[His voice is pinched, tight, but the tension bleeds from him almost immediately his body sagging from relief. His head tips down pressing to the top of his shoulder.]
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Date: 2023-06-02 02:32 am (UTC)That's my name. Don't wear it out, I'll make you buy me a new one.
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Date: 2023-06-02 02:38 am (UTC)Yuri...
[Without missing a beat, he leans in and kisses Yuri.]
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