07-28-2019, 03:57 AM
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Two knocks on the rickety door he might have forgotten to lock pounded in his ears. Confusion briefly flashed across freckled features. Nobody ever visited him; why would they? He knew he wasn't good company in the slightest, instead viewed as a nuisance rather than a viable collocutor. A recognized voice sounded through the slit beneath the door, and Beck lifted his head off the floor to squint at the shadow responsible. Selby; Crow's son and part of the medic team that proved to be better than him. He rolled his eyes -- he opened his foam-lined mouth to shoo him away, only for the poltergeist to surrender halfway through and allow his head to flop back on the floor, huffing quietly to himself.
Just as he began to fiddle with his scabbed paws, the door creaked and sunlight hit his glare. Before the intoxicated feline could even so much as flinch at the shout, he felt his jaws being pried apart by foreign touch. Beck wrenched his head from Selby's reach and scrambled into a slouched sitting position, face contorting into a mindless snarl. The lingering sensation of rough hands tightly gripping his face as he kicked and squirmed and grappled with the wrists belonging to the assaulters wormed its way into his mind, and his ragged breathing hitched in fear. The self-inflicted pain was supposed to distract from those memories, yet here he was, wincing at blows that occurred centuries ago.
Froth and blood speckled the wooden floor with each tremble that wracked his gaunt frame, eyes wide as Selby offered a different bottle. He stared at the water in bewilderment, the gesture pulling his mind out of the past before a harsh giggle hacked its way out of his lungs. Wheezing despite the pain resulting from exerting his damaged airway, Beck could only shake his head as he recovered his shallow breath. Selby must have forgotten the obvious state he was suspended in by Death itself. An understandable slip; Beck prided himself on his lifelike facade his apparition provided. "Calm down, Selbs, I ain't gonna die again," the boy slurred, an uncharacteristic smile twisting the unscathed corner of his mouth upwards. He paused, remembering the tar-colored blood leaking from his nose. Quickly wiping the blood on the back of his exposed arm, Beck ignored the pain of speech as he continued, "It's fine, it'll go away in a bit." Obviously inebriated, he wobbled before allowing his front paws to slide out from under him, returning to an upright version of his sprawl moments before with glossy eyes distant and unblinking as if Selby wasn't present at all anymore.
Just as he began to fiddle with his scabbed paws, the door creaked and sunlight hit his glare. Before the intoxicated feline could even so much as flinch at the shout, he felt his jaws being pried apart by foreign touch. Beck wrenched his head from Selby's reach and scrambled into a slouched sitting position, face contorting into a mindless snarl. The lingering sensation of rough hands tightly gripping his face as he kicked and squirmed and grappled with the wrists belonging to the assaulters wormed its way into his mind, and his ragged breathing hitched in fear. The self-inflicted pain was supposed to distract from those memories, yet here he was, wincing at blows that occurred centuries ago.
Froth and blood speckled the wooden floor with each tremble that wracked his gaunt frame, eyes wide as Selby offered a different bottle. He stared at the water in bewilderment, the gesture pulling his mind out of the past before a harsh giggle hacked its way out of his lungs. Wheezing despite the pain resulting from exerting his damaged airway, Beck could only shake his head as he recovered his shallow breath. Selby must have forgotten the obvious state he was suspended in by Death itself. An understandable slip; Beck prided himself on his lifelike facade his apparition provided. "Calm down, Selbs, I ain't gonna die again," the boy slurred, an uncharacteristic smile twisting the unscathed corner of his mouth upwards. He paused, remembering the tar-colored blood leaking from his nose. Quickly wiping the blood on the back of his exposed arm, Beck ignored the pain of speech as he continued, "It's fine, it'll go away in a bit." Obviously inebriated, he wobbled before allowing his front paws to slide out from under him, returning to an upright version of his sprawl moments before with glossy eyes distant and unblinking as if Selby wasn't present at all anymore.