There's a long time where Ranboo isn't aware of anything. The time passing, Dirk's presence in the room. His own death. He doesn't know, because he doesn't occupy that body anymore. He's still and quiet beneath Dirk, empty, gone away and, for once, at some kind of peace.
But of course that peace doesn't last. It's never allowed to last.
Dirk removed the external cosmetic portions of the mask, but there's a great deal of metal still buried inside of Ranboo's body, circuitry and chips and unknown devices, and those things are very much still alive even if the body they're fixed into currently isn't. But they can fix that.
The world is quiet for a long moment...
And then it isn't. There's a jolt, a sudden shattering of the silence as Ranboo gasps, whimpers painfully beneath Dirk, and-- and he's so confused, disoriented. Exhausted. His mind feels like there's a thick cotton blanket laid over it, like each thought is swimming through jello, and for a long moment, he doesn't know where he is or what's happening, doesn't even notice that Dirk is there with him.
No-- wait. No... no, this isn't right. He was dying, wasn't he? He was so sure that he was dying. There's no way they should've survived that overdose.
Silently, tears begin to spill down his pale cheeks, chest trembling with weakened sobs.
It was supposed to be over. Why isn't it over?
... and then they have the creeping realization that they aren't alone in the bed. He can't lift his head, can't really move, his body feels like it's filled with lead and his muscles replaced with water, but there's only one person it can be, and...
... why? Why is Dirk... laying there with him? It doesn't make any sense at all. The realization leads to something akin to a traffic accident in Ranboo's brain, thoughts piling up and unable to move.
"D... irk...?" Their voice is so weak, speaking a struggle.
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Date: 2024-08-05 06:09 pm (UTC)But of course that peace doesn't last. It's never allowed to last.
Dirk removed the external cosmetic portions of the mask, but there's a great deal of metal still buried inside of Ranboo's body, circuitry and chips and unknown devices, and those things are very much still alive even if the body they're fixed into currently isn't. But they can fix that.
The world is quiet for a long moment...
And then it isn't. There's a jolt, a sudden shattering of the silence as Ranboo gasps, whimpers painfully beneath Dirk, and-- and he's so confused, disoriented. Exhausted. His mind feels like there's a thick cotton blanket laid over it, like each thought is swimming through jello, and for a long moment, he doesn't know where he is or what's happening, doesn't even notice that Dirk is there with him.
No-- wait. No... no, this isn't right. He was dying, wasn't he? He was so sure that he was dying. There's no way they should've survived that overdose.
Silently, tears begin to spill down his pale cheeks, chest trembling with weakened sobs.
It was supposed to be over. Why isn't it over?
... and then they have the creeping realization that they aren't alone in the bed. He can't lift his head, can't really move, his body feels like it's filled with lead and his muscles replaced with water, but there's only one person it can be, and...
... why? Why is Dirk... laying there with him? It doesn't make any sense at all. The realization leads to something akin to a traffic accident in Ranboo's brain, thoughts piling up and unable to move.
"D... irk...?" Their voice is so weak, speaking a struggle.