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Earl Ciel (Astre) Phantomhive ([personal profile] sweetlies) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-10-10 10:56 pm

OPEN | Dreamscapes

who: Ciel Phantomhive and YOU
what: Memory Sharing
when: October 9th-23rd
where: In dreamland...
warnings: Warning for child torture, murder, general murder

ONE - Ciel watching his fiancee fight on the Titan Campania
TWO - The night his parents died.
THREE - Branded
FOUR - Almost eaten
FIVE - Warm milk after bedtime
SIX - Dreams for the future
SEVEN - The Ripper's last victim
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[While he waited for Ciel to return, his foot took his attention. He lifted it and, rested across the opposite knee, he could turn it over and see the bottom where a streak of red had started to form around a sliver of glass that had embedded itself there. It stung and his skin protested as he felt around for the part that remained outside of him and tugged it easily free. Once that was done, he lifted the piece closer to get a look at it, then set it aside on the nightstand and sighed in dismay at his foot. That was going to stain the carpet if he'd bled on it, and that was the worst of it.]

[As he was about to try and see what his braid had caught on - likely more glass, likely from the lighting fixture - the teen returned, and wearing shoes. He was glad of it. Only one of them would be hurt tonight and that was still one too many. He'd opened his mouth to thank the Earl, but something caught the boy's eye.]

[He gave a soft sound and tried to look over his shoulder at what it was and could make out the lines of a piece of glass sticking up from the muscle across his shoulder blade. He blinked, then grinned.]


Well, look at that. Right through the shirt, isn't it?
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[He took the towel offered and held it against his foot, drying the blood up there before he turned his attention to the one in his back.]

It feels deep enough I might need to stitch it. We'll see. [As he said that, he felt a thin trail of blood began to trickle its way down his back and sighed again, more in exasperation than anything.] Milord, I do apologize for putting you through this. If I clean this up and fashion a bandage to hold the wound closed, would you be able to help me place it?
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Nonsense. We have what I need here. It's nothing I haven't done before. [He reached back around to feel for the edges of the injury, grimacing faintly at the complaints his skin gave as it was disturbed.] Little hard to reach, but I can manage.

Ah, don't bother with it. Have you seen the rest of me? I'm hardly worried about looking pretty anymore. Besides. [He gestured to the window, in pieces on the floor and in its frame.] I've that to take care of and I'd like it not to wait.
somakemelaugh: (relaxing)

[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Precisely. You being ill on my account is the last thing we need. [He reached down and patted at his back, where the blood had dripped, to keep it from moving down to the rim of his pants. Bad enough that he had ruined one clothing item tonight, among other things. Once done, he lifted the bottom of his shirt and carefully, carefully lifted it up and over the glass and over his head, letting his braid slide out through the neck hole against his front. Top now gone, it wouldn't be hard for Ciel to see the scars lacing his arms and back and chest. This definitely was not his first attempt at mending his own wounds.]

[That the boy was willing to help him, it touched a place in his chest. The grin softened.]


I'll need a few minutes to get everything cleaned and ready, but I'm in no hurry. Until then, milord, I'll ask you to please just relax. [That was... a terrible dream that he'd seen, that had caused him to jump up in such a rush.] I've had another dream with you in it, but we can talk about it later. [He turned, then, to face the boy evenly.] Are you okay?
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He tilted his head back and groaned at the ceiling.] What am I going to do with you?

[Rather than fuss about it further, he moved to shift his seat and crawl back over the bed, careful not to set his feet down where more glass had fallen and give himself yet another cut. Two was enough.] No, don't trouble yourself. This will need more than that and I'm not bleeding all over the sheets. Been too much of that tonight as it is.

[Heel lifted so as not to touch the floor, he limped his way into the bathroom and tossed his ruined shirt into the trash bin there. One flick of a finger had the lights on and he reached into the cabinet under the sink for a wash cloth, then sat himself on the edge of the tub, back to the wall, and started the water running.]

[First order of business was to clean his hands and nails, then clean and bandage the cut on his foot. The glass there had been small and he wasn't worried about that one too much. Once that was in place, he set about dealing with the other. He'd left the glass in it as he worked to keep the blood from dripping too much while he dealt with the smaller of the two, but now he reached back and removed it in one slow, smooth motion. As with the first piece, he looked at this one, to determine the depth of the wound more than anything.]


Nasty little thing, aren't you?

[He hummed and set it aside, then reached back over his shoulder and gingerly set a fingernail into the wound, frowning as he did. This wasn't pleasant. It never had been. If he needed to stitch it, it would be even less so. He hoped it wouldn't have to come down to that.]
somakemelaugh: (trapped)

[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't an easy process but he does manage to make it a quick one. The wound is angry and the skin red before he'd set to it and now it's even more so; the stream of blood down his back has returned and he holds the wash cloth against it to keep it off his pants. Now and then his lips twitch in a grimace when he touches on something a little too harshly, though he keeps the strain of it out of his voice for the most part.]

It will be. Can't tell if anything splintered off inside, but I don't think it did.

[Once he's satisfied he doesn't feel anything else that shouldn't be there, he takes his hand away and huffs a sigh. To give his back a break, he washes his hands once more and cleans the red streak down his skin one more time.] Now we clean it and cover it and try to be gentle with it until it closes.

[Which it hopefully would.] Are you still doing okay, milord?
somakemelaugh: (scars)

[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head and watches as Ciel moves to sit beside him.] Maybe if I had access to whatever they have in that hospital that could do the trick, but long nails work just as well.

[That his question is more or less skirted is concerning. The boy had been around blood and gore well before now, especially with the bizarre dolls and what they were and could do, but this was different.] That's the idea. Twice a day, at least for the first few days, then once a day as it starts to heal up. Infection is the only thing what concerns me. Won't be able to kill me, but it might put a damper on my job a bit if I have to walk into work wearing short sleeves. Customers might ask about the rest of me and I can't rightly lose this job.

[Had he been alive, infection might have meant something worse, but now he looked it as something as simple as a stubbed toe. He rinsed the cloth gain and soaped it up once more, then turned and looked back at the boy.] You're sure you're okay? You don't have to be here for this.
somakemelaugh: (headtilt)

[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
There's some in the first aid kit there in the cabinet behind the mirror. [He still didn't quite believe that Ciel was as fine as he said he was, but he'd let the boy switch his focus to something else. It wasn't in him to try and wrestle him away.] If you want to help, would you mind terribly getting that out for me?

[He should have picked it up when he got the bandages for his foot, but first things first.] It's not your fault, milord. You've no more control over what's happening than I do. I'm surprised you didn't wake in such a state yourself.
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes the ointment and removes the lid.] I've just had my fingernail in it, poking and prodding. Believe me when I say you putting this on will hurt much less than that.

[Then he turned to mention of the dream as he spread a little of the gel on his finger and set about smoothing it over the injury.] Still awful whether or not you can see it. Seems to me that some of what you felt during that time even came over to me. I couldn't help it. When I woke, I thought the threat was still there, whatever else you'd been afraid of before your butler came in. So I did what I would've done in a spot like that.
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The ointment was the easy part. It went on nice and easy and did little to ease his irritated skin, but it needed time. Finally he set about making a bandage of the gauze and tape he'd taken earlier.]

Afraid of everything? Whatever caused you such a fright? That's unusual for you.
somakemelaugh: (wait nope)

[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. [Now that he's finished with the bandage, he can begin to stick it all in place.] Make sure the cut is closed. I'll need to tape it tightly so it can mend.

[He lifts the bandage to his back, hesitating for only a moment when he hears the cause of the Earl's terror.] You were quite lucky, then, to have come out of that the way you did. You seem almost untouched save for the memories and temporary blindness. There was a rumor of such an agent in the underworld that was in production, but of course I stay away from those kinds of things for my own purposes. I'd heard that some of the test subjects lost patches of skin or their senses entirely.
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[personal profile] somakemelaugh 2017-10-12 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[He begins applying the bandage, and he can feel the slight tremble in his roommate's fingers as they work to make this happen. Really, it's impressive, just how well the boy is holding up.]

You're doing quite well, milord, just as you did back home. Something worse than mustard gas, that would be difficult even for me to tolerate. I'm glad you've seen fit to make sure it disappears.

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