12-09-2013, 05:01 AM
The pain in Yuri's throat had already subsided to a dull ache, a pleasant side effect of the Blue Candy Yuri had taken. He felt the firm grasp of the man's – the Ascendancy's
– hand in his own, muscles pulling taut as he was helped to his feet. Had he really heard an apology for what had happened? His eyes rose to meet the Ascendancy, who held out a fancy crystal glass for Yuri to take, and he wondered if the drug was making him hallucinate.
“Warm towel?”
Yuri accepted the offer and pressed the towel to his throat. He took a deep drink from the glass and couldn't tell what the fuck it was. He must have bit the back of his tongue when Soldier Boy karate chopped him because he still couldn't taste anything but the metallic tingle of blood.
“Thank you, Ascendancy,”
Yuri said. Thank you?
When the fuck was the last time Yuri thanked anybody for anything? This was Yuri's world. He got what he wanted and to hell with anything else, it wasn't his problem. “It was half my fault really, I overreacted.”
Yeah. Yuri was definitely hallucinating. His mouth just seemed to want to keep putting words out there before the thought could form in his head. He could totally turn this thing to his advantage – in maybe some profitable ways! Fuck, the most powerful man in the world had just admitted fault to causing him injury. Well, close enough to an admission.
A shiver crawled down Yuri's spine that had nothing to do with either his injury or his intoxication. He gave the Ascendancy a halfhearted chuckle to cover the rising tension in his stomach. Best say something else. “At least now we both know that Soldier Boy over there is good at what he does.”
The tension on his spine grew, and Yuri began to feel a pressure he couldn't quite grasp the nature of. It was like the air was heavier, pushing against him from all sides – especially his head. His next breath became a chore, his legs grew weak, and something tugged at him deep inside as if a hook had been shoved down his throat and he was being reeled into a current. He wondered if in his pursuit of the dragon he'd finally overtaken the beast and was about to be devoured.
In vain hope of relieving the pressure, Yuri's mouth blurted out the next thing that came to his mind. “I'm good at what I do too. I can do things.” Fuck, no you didn't just say that.
The golden light of the power sang to him, and for the first time in many, many years, Yuri felt afraid.
He reached for it.
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, Dec 9 2013, 05:04 AM.
– hand in his own, muscles pulling taut as he was helped to his feet. Had he really heard an apology for what had happened? His eyes rose to meet the Ascendancy, who held out a fancy crystal glass for Yuri to take, and he wondered if the drug was making him hallucinate.
“Warm towel?”
Yuri accepted the offer and pressed the towel to his throat. He took a deep drink from the glass and couldn't tell what the fuck it was. He must have bit the back of his tongue when Soldier Boy karate chopped him because he still couldn't taste anything but the metallic tingle of blood.
“Thank you, Ascendancy,”
Yuri said. Thank you?
When the fuck was the last time Yuri thanked anybody for anything? This was Yuri's world. He got what he wanted and to hell with anything else, it wasn't his problem. “It was half my fault really, I overreacted.”
Yeah. Yuri was definitely hallucinating. His mouth just seemed to want to keep putting words out there before the thought could form in his head. He could totally turn this thing to his advantage – in maybe some profitable ways! Fuck, the most powerful man in the world had just admitted fault to causing him injury. Well, close enough to an admission.
A shiver crawled down Yuri's spine that had nothing to do with either his injury or his intoxication. He gave the Ascendancy a halfhearted chuckle to cover the rising tension in his stomach. Best say something else. “At least now we both know that Soldier Boy over there is good at what he does.”
The tension on his spine grew, and Yuri began to feel a pressure he couldn't quite grasp the nature of. It was like the air was heavier, pushing against him from all sides – especially his head. His next breath became a chore, his legs grew weak, and something tugged at him deep inside as if a hook had been shoved down his throat and he was being reeled into a current. He wondered if in his pursuit of the dragon he'd finally overtaken the beast and was about to be devoured.
In vain hope of relieving the pressure, Yuri's mouth blurted out the next thing that came to his mind. “I'm good at what I do too. I can do things.” Fuck, no you didn't just say that.
The golden light of the power sang to him, and for the first time in many, many years, Yuri felt afraid.
He reached for it.
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, Dec 9 2013, 05:04 AM.