Ariel Lee Underwood (_intherough) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-08-18 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: amadeus lazarus, character: ariel lee underwood |
Who: Ariel and Amadeus. Again.
What: A conversation between husbandnothusbands and the removal of bullets.
When: After this
Where: The haven
Warnings: Mentions of gore, injuries, probably more. Look, just... it's Double A. All the warnings.
Ariel didn't entirely remember how they had gotten back to the haven. He knew he had stripped off his clothes in the bathroom and left them to soak in the tub because that was the only way they were ever going to get clean of all that blood. More than likely, they'd wind up in the trash, in the end. He'd been motionless in the shower for about twenty minutes so while most of the blood was off of his skin there were still patches here and there that he had missed. At least he wouldn't be leaving trails through the apartment anymore though. And luckily the towel he used wouldn't show any stains.
The real problem was the uselessness of his arm. He had been very purposely focusing on keeping himself from healing. After all, it wasn't natural for bullets to get pushed out like the movies. If anything, the issue would mend around them and he'd just have metal in his arm. So they needed to get dug out and he was going to need help doing it. He didn't like the idea of putting Amadeus through that but Hell, it was better than being dead.
He had only bothered with sweat pants when he emerged from the bathroom finally and sat heavily on the couch. Anything else would have been in the way - or more complicated to put on at the moment than he could acutally manage. His mind wasn't wholly recovered yet, somewhere between blank and blissed. Where was he? Where was Ariel? Somewhere in there, working his way back to the forefront of the mind. He wished he had kept the vertebrae to chew on. They were a satisfying crunch. He was growling as his head lolled back, eyes closed - not in a menacing way but in that way Amadeus knew very intimately and was usually reserved for arousal. Such a satisfying crunch.