the Harbinger
he/him
37
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
the harbinger
underboss
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
"This time," Gavin echoes, deadpan, and looks back at Chu-e to see that the other has pulled up his pant leg to reveal two similar wounds, stitched up but fresh. "Fuck. Don't do it a fourth time, 'kay?"
He hopes, sincerely, that it is only the third time, and that Chu-e Choi isn't covered in wounds beneath his clothes.
He grabs the alcohol and hands it over, steady hands a testament to how Rocket has deadened him to violence and horror. Trauma is internalized, instead, a sick flip to his stomach as he frets over the mental state of his colleague and — it almost seems too soon to even think it, the void left by one departed admin still fresh in mind, but it's impossible to deny that he's come to see Chu-e as a friend. It's why he guards the fragment he'd have let any other lick a second time, if only to see what might happen. It's why the thought of Necrozma's influence over the other underboss doesn't fill him with excitement for power, but fear for its cost.
He grimaces at the mention of a therapist. He's never sought help for himself for that sole reason: how to explain the troubles of a Rocket lifestyle without confessing to his crimes in earnest?
"Well, I'm here for whatever shit you can't say to her." The offer is somewhat awkward; it's obvious it's not something he usually does. "Wake me up if you have to, s'long as you don't..." He gestures to the puckered wounds.
When asked about Lugia, he's silent for a long moment.
"It spoke to me, first," he confesses. "Then — how do I even describe...? Powerful, I guess. Like a surge of energy that I knew wasn't mine. Overwhelming, but... right. Like everything was finally as it should be."
Though the explanation lacks the context of a life searching for worth, a purpose beyond himself, Gavin's expression is open, earnest.
"It's like I can feel it with me." Subconsciously, he gestures to his head, as if to indicate the brain within. "Don't know if it's real or psychological, but..." He trails off, shrugs.
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