Zelos Pulls A Jinya, Malba Dies. Again. *nod.* Who: Zelos and Malba Where: That's a good question. ^_^; When: Another good question, yes. ^_^; What: Well. ): S-something happened to cause Zelos to. You know. Pull a Jinya. And apparently like. Stab Mals or something. >_>; Now um. Well. He snaps out of it to find his Malba bleeding out before him, horribly wounded by his own hands. ^_^; Wangst ensues. Rating: MSW – you know. Rated 'Melodramatica Status Wangst'. *nod.* Notes: Um. I have a few minutes before doctor appointment, so I figured, sure, why not, let's post this. Um. I put it here in case we want to continue it? I added a rambling, crappy response—that would never fit in an aim status—and everything? But yeah. If not, I can always move it to melodramatica instead? (Er. Not that things on melodramatica can't be continued. o.O) Yeaaah. Idk. Anyway. Don't diiiiiiie, Mals. T__T Poor Zel. I feel bad for him, man. xD
Zelos: T_T Um. Malba? You can get up now. Really.
Malba: *ded. clearly. again.* x_x
Zelos: T_T;; Why... why are you bleeding. Somethin' ain't right.
Malba: *choke. gag. shudder.* K-kid?
Zelos: Mals... Mals, hold on, hunny. I... why...?
Malba: K-kid? You're... you're okay? I... hah... g-good... good.... *A weak smile forms on his bloodstained lips.*
Zelos: N-no... no, Mals, this isn't... [Zelos reaches out, his fingers hesitantly stroking over Malba's ashen cheek. Bright red lines spread across it, building until Zelos finally notices and jerks away in surprise.] Why... I-I... I did this, I....
Malba: N-no. No, it... it--it wasn't you... wasn't, kid. It's--it's okay. It's okay. *he forces out, attempting his best smile for the boy. It's weak, shaking, but genuine.* ... 's... okay....
Zelos: I... I didn't mean to, Malba, I... [Zelos sobs, his breaths coming faster.] I-I'm sorry, I'm so... I... [Amidst his anguish, Zelos finally notices the pool of blood beneath his lover. His eyes widen, tears leaking from both.] N-no, this....
Malba: Z-zelos. Zelos--listen. I--I know. I k-know. Don't be... don't be sorry, kid. It's not--not your fault, okay? I... I promise. *he soothes through gasping breaths, raising a shaky, bloodstained hand to stroke his lover's cheek.* Promise, kid, I....
Zelos: [Zelos takes in a series of shuddering breaths of his own. Finally, he shakes his head, and moves to firmly set his hands on Malba's wound.] I didn't want this. I don't--I'm gonna fix it, Malba, promise, just... just hold on, please. Please.
Malba: I... know you didn't, kid. I.... *Malba's hand drops away--he's too weak to keep it held up any longer.* K-kid, don't know if... it can be 'fixed'. But I... just want you to know... it's okay. Even if it can't? It's... okay....
Zelos: [Malba's words bring another wave of tears to his eyes. He sobs, not even trying to fight them.] Don't--don't say that, Malba, please... I... [Zelos takes in another shuddering breath. As he releases it, a green light begins to spread around Malba.]
Malba: *Despite the terrible pain Malba is currently feeling, it pales in comparison to how much it hurts to see those tears sliding down Zelos' face. He has to say something, he....* O-okay, kid. Okay, sorry, I... I'm... still... right here... I... nn....
Zelos: Don't... don't leave, Malba. I don't... want you to go. I never... [Zelos bit down on his lower lip, giving another harsh sob. All the while, that green light continues to build around Malba, moving, pulsing.] Don't... don't leave me, please.
Malba: *That pleading voice, and harsh sob brings tears to his own blurred eyes. Malba takes in a gasping breath, struggling to focus, to do as Zelos was pleading--to stay with the boy.* I-I... don't want... to leave you either--I...I don't... I won't. I....
Zelos: G-good, Mals. Just... just keep with me, alright? I'm right here. [Zelos is essentially pouring all of his energy into that healing stream. The water laps at Malba's body, engulfing him, cleansing him.] Not... not goin' anywhere... Not without you.
Malba: R-right here... kid, I-- *Malba begins, his words strangled, choked, blood trickling from both corners of his pale lips. It's... getting harder to breathe, harder to see that distraught boy, and he... he damn well knows these are hardly good signs. The hybrid attempts to pull in a deep breath—gagging at the taste of blood flooding his mouth.
Okay, so instead of focusing on breathing, he... Instead, he's going to focus on the feel of that familiar, so... so soothing energy filtering into his agonized frame, cooling and so....* K-kid, I.... *He doesn't want to be without that energy, doesn't want to be without that boy he loves so fucking much. He doesn't want to die.* Z-Zelos....