[Closed] misteaks' mistakes - the sequel (catchall)

[gluttoning]

Who: Mr_Misteaks and also some other people
What: In person catchall + dungeon runs
When: October thru November
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: nsfw, ED discussion Please cw in headers.

[overflow and log space for October and November]

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[trashtier]

[Leviathan feels his heart sink deep into his chest when his fist connects and the body that should be Misteaks's cracks under the force of it. His stomach twists at the sickening, unnatural sound of it. In the back of his mind he had a feeling that stony complexion wasn't just aesthetic flavoring, but... Why did he have to be right?

Caught up in his horrible realization, Tarvos easily grabs onto him, making him yelp in pain. He's able to hold off being yanked around (14), it still hurts and he can't manage to break himself out of Tarvos's grip.

His aggression is fading fast. Fear and worry try to claw their way out from the dark, forgotten corners of his mind. They're not for his own safety, though. He can feel that trembling. That pause weighs heavy.]

Misteaks...

[Don't go.]

1/2

[gluttoning]

[He can't commit. The scraps of his heart scream at the cancer of his mind, and though Tarvos shoves Leviathan around, slams them against the railing like he's letting his temper out on a piece of furniture, it still holds back, with choking breath and grip that crumbles and crumbles and--

With a snarl, Tarvos drops his weapon and grabs for the back of Levi's head, taking a handful of hair and yanking hard, practically spitting out the whisper pushed through his teeth.]

You said you'd have a spine.

The next time I see you, I won't hesitate to kill you. If you care so much that your anger is going to burn, then make sure you have more than a matchstick of fire, or you're NEVER going to match me.

...

Make your right choice. Make sure it's right.

2/2

[gluttoning]

[With a bodily heave, holding Leviathan tight, Tarvos shoves both of them over the railing and into the water of the canal below.

The water is a rush of bubbles and movement, of limbs tangled. But Leviathan will find himself alone within seconds. It seems Tarvos has teleported and, for the time being, shown what little mercy he has left.]

[trashtier]

[Still absolutely rattled, Leviathan's newfound confidence momentarily buckles under him as he fails to resist Tarvos's onslaught. He's shoved around with ease and he collides with the railing hard, gasping as pain radiates through him.

He knew he wasn't strong enough. He knew, and yet he--

Before doubt can grab hold and trap him in its clutches once more, Tarvos grabs first. Leviathan cries out, gritting his teeth through the pain of that hold on his hair. He tries, desperately, to grip onto Tarvos's shoulders and rekindle that flame of his. But it's too late. It's sputtering, fizzling out...and Tarvos knows it.

"You said you'd have a spine."

Words that cut deep- deeper than Leviathan can truly understand. But he doesn't cower from them. He listens.

He understands.

He might not be strong enough now, but... He will be, when the time comes.

He winces. It hurts to move. But he pushes himself to look up and meet Tarvos's gaze in a way that seems like he's trying to look beyond Tarvos.]

I... I will.

Wait for me, okay?

[The next thing he knows, he's underwater, and Tarvos is gone.

He feels an odd sense of nostalgia as he effortlessly swims to safety. He'd...really been fond of swimming, hadn't he? When everything is said and done, maybe he'll get the opportunity to invite Misteaks to go swimming with him. Properly.

But he's got a long way to go before that can happen. It's time to get stronger.]