Eliot the Spectacular, High King of Fillory (the_spectacular) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-06-04 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !jumps: the good place, character: castiel, character: eliot waugh, character: judith grimes |
Who: Eliot and Judith (and Castiel)
What: Eliot to the rescue!
When: Thursday; day four
Where: The stairwell
Warnings: Gore
Status: Closed; ongoing
Eliot was still a little drunk. He'd forgotten, for the first two seconds, why his hand was going. It was something he and Margo sometimes did and-- Judith. He'd set that up for Judith the first time they'd met. Eliot bolted out his room and started running.
He didn't know what direction to run in, so he stared at his hand. The glow intensified the closer he got to the stairwell, which was good, because he had no idea where else to go. There were also more stairs leading down than up, so he picked down which also turned out to be correct.
The first part Eliot's brain recognized in the stairwell was blood. There was blood and a curled up Judith in the middle of it. He wasn't a healer. He wasn't a photomancer like Alice. He wasn't hopped up on god sex to make him anymore than the high end of talented regular magician.
And yet his fingers moved anyway, casting without thinking, thanks to his training. He held all the open little veins shut with invisible little threads from his fingers. At least the bleeding stopped.
"Kay..." Eliot said, breathing heavy. At least the adrenaline burned away quite a bit of the alcohol as his face changed to alarm. "I'm just going to hold everything closed, hope the wounds close, that you don't go into shock somehow because magic, and that this all works out..."