( closed ) they being dead yet speaketh by jóhann jóhannsson

[incinerates]

CHARACTERS: Bakugo, Elliot & Hadrian
WHERE: The Red Coast ( Barracks )
WHEN: Day :037, after The Bad Thing Happens
SUMMARY: A sad, bad, horrible day ends with stressed trio doing stressful things to one another.
WARNINGS: Body horror, frank portrayal of mental health and drugs, a teenager with new cusswords to try out, the mods were mean and we're coping via roleplay. More to come if necessary, sorry Avior.

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[incinerates]

[ Elliot ruptures. All over the floor.

Gross, Bakugo's mind supplies, woozy and vacant. He has enough sense and control to pull his feet off the floor, his knees to his chest, folding up and into himself in the least supportive way, while Elliot struggles under the weight of their tangled psyche. He feels like -- he's in a pool, a big and dark pool, with the soft top drawn over it. The plastic sheet that keeps little kids from falling in, except he's under it, pressing his hands along the liner, looking out at the things that made him what he was.

He can't reach them. Knows he should feel panicked because of it, but the chemicals firing in his brain are just --

it's very quiet, now. ( His chest is sore -- guilt and grief leaving him bruised and shaken, and his head is melting?) ]

Ha. Two down.

[ Broke them both, in a way, didn't he? ]

[raw]

[ Bakugo and Hadrian are both just going to have to sort themselves out. And maybe deal with that little patch of bile. Elliot is going to wash his hands and mouth out as best he can, and then basically pass out on someone's bed. Bye. ]