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[meinwaifu]

Who: Mephisto Pheles (meinwaifu) & various!
What: Catch-all Log for March
When: Throughout the Month
Where: Mostly Olympia, some Wyver
Warning(s): Smut



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[meinwaifu]

[The staff are indeed preoccupied -- which is probably why his current condition went unnoticed until now.]

[When Shura returns, he looks normal enough, if not a bit sleepy and out of it, his eye only just barely open and his breathing shallow. But he neither greets her, nor turns to look at her this time. And attempting to shift him at all, if she even tries, will only result in his head hanging to the side -- limp as a ragdoll.]

[He might have been lying when he says he could still see her before. Or maybe he just didn't want to admit it to himself either.]

[exaomori]

[Well. Shit. Now those noodles are starting to feel like a mistake--less because of the time it took to snarf them and more because she's not prepared for just how quickly he seemed to be deteriorating. It's making her nauseous, her lunch churning in her stomach. Crap.]

Oi, Mephisto, you can hear me still, right? Fine, I'll make you drink it. Just groan or something if you don't think you can't swallow.

[She could at least try, slipping one hand behind his neck to cradle and support the back of his head, like he was some overgrown demon baby. Pouring the sake into the paper cup is a little more difficult with just one hand, but she's remarkably deft at it, as if this isn't the first time she's had to open up a bottle one-handed.]

Open up~

[meinwaifu]

[Despite his condition, he's at least vaguely aware that she's there, not entirely unconscious just yet. But his mind feels heavy and hazy, and even if he tried, he feels as though he wouldn't be able to move or speak. The rot has long since reached his nerves by now, with only his remaining power sustaining him.]

[But the sake makes it down -- and stays down. The only indication he can give her is to slightly open his eye, but with how red and inflamed it looks now, he won't bother trying to look in her direction.]

[Chances are he only has a few hours left -- will she stay?]

[exaomori]

[Damn it.

Fine. She'll stay with him for a while. Leaving him now seemed almost cruel, even if he might have deserved it. Maybe it's her loneliness and vulnerability from losing Rin so recently, maybe it's her own decency showing through. Feeding him sips of sake until he stops swallowing, finishing off a few cups on her own. Play on her phone while she waits with him. She's not feeling chatty, but she is remarkably good at waiting, periodically moving to check him, his bandages, his pulse. She learned plenty of idle games to play in her mind when she was still a brat in Aomori.

Of course, maybe he wanted to pass on alone without someone to see him in this state. Well, whatever. He should have told her to go away earlier.]

[meinwaifu]

[Eventually, perhaps thanks to the sake, he loses consciousness completely. It's probably for the best, as once he does, he visibly relaxes -- just a little. It's easier to let the pain killers do their thing when his mind isn't running a hundred miles a minute.]

[At some point in his sleep, he dreams of meeting someone who's been waiting for him.]

[But as the sun begins to rise and the first light of the day slips in through the window, something strange happens. The bleeding had grown steadily worse over the last hour, bleeding through many of the bandages and leaking out around his eye like tears. His breathing was shallow, rattling in the back of his throat.]

[But without warning, there's a familiar poof of colorful smoke over his chest. Now, floating inches over his heart, is his demon heart -- an oddly beautiful clock, vaguely shaped like an anatomical human heart. Although no clockface is present, tiny gears turn and shift as it ticks softly in the quiet room, like a gentle heartbeat.]

[Until it stops.]

[The same rot that had covered his skin suddenly creeps up over the heart, causing it to crack and crumble into dust -- and then nothingness. And as it disappears, so too does the sound of Mephisto's breathing, his body finally letting go.]