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sixth rune; death; audio; dated to saturday morning.

[Koltira's voice is even more guttural than usual, thick with gravel and pain. The strange reverberation is more pronounced, too; it's as though some other spirit hisses in echo of each word he says.]

I ask you--for my sake--for yours--do not come near my lake right now. [he pauses, exhaling raggedly.] Best ... best, in fact, to avoid the area around it in a several mile radius. For several days, at least.

Please.

[another short, gasping breath, and he's done.]

[OOC edit: koltira is now in his blood frenzy. you are free to approach him, action-style, but please keep in mind that the content of such threads may be triggering. death knights are sadists, and their view of violence is inevitably sexualized. OK? OK <3]

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[ Bariyan braces against the bench and pushes himself up onto one elbow, swearing under his breath. ]

Koltira, please--

[ He's interrupted by the sound of another voice, louder in his ears than all else. Martin. That is reason enough for him to look away from Koltira; so he turns, teeth clenched, guilt rising like a flood. ]

[he pauses, briefly, at the sound of Martin's voice. He looks back, and his expression is terrible, wrecked with shame and horror that the child should see what he's done. Shaking his head, he tries to force himself to move, but the pain is overwhelming. For the moment, he can only continue his slow, horrible trudge back to the line of trees.]

[all of Martin's attention is on Bariyan, unquestionably. the relief at seeing him overshadows all else...he's safe. safe...

panting, he slows, only managing to stop by reach out and lay hands on him, dropping hard on his knees.]

Bariyan, I couldn't...couldn't wait, I just--

[ Bariyan places his good hand over Martin's head, then down to his back, pulling the boy in for reassurance -- Martin's reassurance, more than his own. ]

It's all right. You did good. I'm sorry-- I'm sorry I had to ask that of you. [ Sorry that he had to put Martin in such a bad place. Arthas first, then this. Bariyan sighs and rests his head on Martin's shoulder. ] I'm sorry....

[ And then he looks up again, to Koltira's retreating back, his own expression pained. Koltira could have done more. He should have. ]

[The scene behind him only confirms what he has to do. How he has to isolate himself. With great effort, Koltira breaks into a sprint. His mind and body scream in unified protest; he feels his blood boil and rise in his throat. But he does not stop until he's in the forest, and he does not look back again.]

[sorry?

he almost laughs, his face buried against his side, nearly limp with the relief of having him there. he can't see past the presence Bariyan is – can't regard the damage with his eyes closed and his fingers curled against fabric.

he just shakes his head, lifting up and smiling hopefully at him.]

Can we just go back? To the room. Will that be alright? [please?] Will you tell me there? [i want to go.]

[ Bariyan watches Koltira flee, and sighs, pulling back. Gone, then. And there'd be no finding him again for a while, not in Bariyan's current state.

Speaking of. Bariyan grimaces and tries to move his legs again, with no more success than before. He looks at Martin, who evidently doesn't know yet. And who's worried.

Bariyan places his hand against the side of Martin's face. ]

Yes. We can go back. It will be all right. [ He inhales, pausing to let his reassurances set in. And then: ] I may... need you to send for help. [ Bariyan grimaces. Another pause. Well, Martin's going to find out one way or another, isn't he? ] I can't walk.

[Martin jerks up straighter, almost out of reach at that, immediately alarmed and quite incapable of hiding it.

can't walk? his eyes drop to Bariyan's legs. they're...there. so. so?

his stomach clenches painfully tight as he scans him, his fingers uncurling and reaching, grasping at that damaged arm, a strained sound stuck in the back of his throat. it's just his arm, so...so that's...

he looks toward the trees, feeling utterly cold and lost despite Bariyan's very real presence there. it's incredibly alarming, that. he wasn't paying attention. he didn't...he just does as told and doesn't try to think so far as to...

he still can't get a word out, just another sound, whipping his head back to stare up at Bariyan, his brow quivering.

but. why.]

[ Oh, no. That was the exact sort of reaction that Bariyan had been hoping to avoid. He presses his hand against Martin's jaw again. ]

Martin, listen to me. I'm fine. It's all right. It'll be fixed in a day or two. [ or... more. anyway. ] Don't worry, please.

[he squeezes his eyes shut while his face scrunches up, teeth gritted, tilting his head against the hand until he wholly sags to the ground, curling an arm around one of those broken legs. he sneaks in a shaken breath, sniffing loudly as he lets his forehead settle against it, his shoulders drawn up.

yes, he's...sure. that's what happened before when he'd been hurt. getting better. but.

but he just. wishes he could've stopped it. to have been called to...do something. he can't even think of what right then, just.]

[ He hadn't been prepared for this. Koltira temporarily forgotten, Bariyan pushes himself to sitting, placing his hand over Martin's head. ]

I won't make you do that again.

[ Gods, he's sorry. ]

[he has to swallow all the bubbling unhappiness before he can even begin to think, trying his best to stifle himself. he has to hold his breath when the heavy hand settles on his head, squeezing his eyes tighter.

he lets it out in a loud and shaken exhale, dragging the back of his own hand across his eyes and under his nose.

his voice sounds thick, little muffled against Bariyan's leg, but steadier at the start:] Why are...Why're you hurt, where did you go, so...

[ gods, and now he has to make the decision he's been trying to make ever since martin showed up. what does he tell the boy? the truth? a lie? which will hurt more now, which will hurt more in the long run?

bariyan exhales, and ruffles martin's hair. ]

The... fight with Arthas caught up to me. The rest, I'll tell you later.

[ and he hopes to hell that he's made the right choice. ]

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