Post by peebles on Oct 7, 2014 2:31:00 GMT
Flick inhaled slowly, eyes starting to droop. It felt like someone was sitting on his chest, suffocating him slowly, but surely. However, he didn't mention it. Instead, he listened as attentively as he could, given his groggy state. Apparently, someone had given away Duke's identity. Now, both Fueco and Titinius were dead.
He swallowed again, only to cough, hacking up the glob of half-dried soot he had tried to pass down. It stained the ice below, but he hardly even looked at it. Instead, he let his gaze gradually meander over to Duke, who seemed to think that he would get some sort of pleasure from his pain. Well, perhaps Fueco would. But Fueco was gone. He had left him to die, he had left him to suffer in his stead.
"Happy...?" he murmured, mulling the word over. It took him a while to formulate a response. "...No. It... I-It doesn't. It r-r-rreally doesn't. I..." Flick suddenly trailed off, finding that his train of thought had simply been snuffed out. It took him a moment to remember what he had even wanted to say. "I g-guess... w-we're both d-d-d...doomed. Mgh... B-Before y-you go t-today... C-Can you ask th-them for m-m-more sleeping p-pills...? Th-the one you brought me... It... I only s-slept for a few hours... I n-need more. A lot more..." he murmured, not even trying to be sly about it anymore. It was obvious why he really wanted the pills. Dying that way would be better. Well, not better. But far less worse. It would be quick, like pinching out a candle, rather than simply throwing a towel over it in hopes of slowly smothering it to death...
Flick began to sink back against the wall behind himself as his gaze dragged upwards, towards the ceiling. "...Duke...?" he murmured, not sounding quite... there.
He swallowed again, only to cough, hacking up the glob of half-dried soot he had tried to pass down. It stained the ice below, but he hardly even looked at it. Instead, he let his gaze gradually meander over to Duke, who seemed to think that he would get some sort of pleasure from his pain. Well, perhaps Fueco would. But Fueco was gone. He had left him to die, he had left him to suffer in his stead.
"Happy...?" he murmured, mulling the word over. It took him a while to formulate a response. "...No. It... I-It doesn't. It r-r-rreally doesn't. I..." Flick suddenly trailed off, finding that his train of thought had simply been snuffed out. It took him a moment to remember what he had even wanted to say. "I g-guess... w-we're both d-d-d...doomed. Mgh... B-Before y-you go t-today... C-Can you ask th-them for m-m-more sleeping p-pills...? Th-the one you brought me... It... I only s-slept for a few hours... I n-need more. A lot more..." he murmured, not even trying to be sly about it anymore. It was obvious why he really wanted the pills. Dying that way would be better. Well, not better. But far less worse. It would be quick, like pinching out a candle, rather than simply throwing a towel over it in hopes of slowly smothering it to death...
Flick began to sink back against the wall behind himself as his gaze dragged upwards, towards the ceiling. "...Duke...?" he murmured, not sounding quite... there.