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21 October 2011 @ 08:04 pm
Crash, Crash, Burn - For notanalpha  
Victor begins to regain consciousness even as the sound of his brother's footsteps starts to recede into the distance. His memories are hazy, his mind still a jumbled mess as a confusion of scents, feelings and images suddenly crowd his thoughts; anger, pain, anguish, his rage towards Daken and that pang of fear as he realised that his nephew intended to target Mads, and then the unbearable agony as his clothes and skin were set alight. There was blackness for a short when his mind shut down, the loss of awareness, and then - confusingly - the comforting and familiar smell of Logan's presence, his limp and charred body somehow being jolted up and down before arriving here, here where Mads' scent is strongest, but there's also a hint of Daken's lingering musk and the faint trace of Logan, too.

It's all too much for Victor to take in at that moment. Just knowing that he's alive is enough, alive and lying here on what seems to be Mads' doorstep, his clothes, flesh and hair almost burned beyond recognition. He opens his mouth to try and call for his lover, but only a pained, animal cry comes out; blackened claws dig into the concrete as he reaches for the doorway, needing to know whether the shifter still lives. The feral knows that he can survive these wounds, that he will survive them, because he's strong and he's stubborn and he'll be damned if he won't get revenge for the pain which Daken will put him through. But Mads? Maybe Mads won't be so lucky. He tries to clutch at the doorway, to haul himself up and let himself into the house, but his muscles are still charred and wasted, his body a useless, crackling mess.

Closing his eyes, he howls.

((OOC: This happens shortly after Victor was set on fire by Daken, and Daken's subsequent visit to Mads' house.))
 
 
 
Mads Anderson: [Black/Brown] Painednotanalpha on October 22nd, 2011 05:14 am (UTC)
Mads' mind is still in shut-down mode, blocking out what had happened with Daken and the knowledge that something was wrong with Victor. He had managed to move to the couch and was now curled against the arm, knees against his chest and arms wrapped around them.

He shifted when he heard a cry, something that sounded extremely similar to that of an animal in pain and he just let it slide, dropping his head down to rest on his legs.

It wasn't until the loud howl that he snapped out of his funk and stood abruptly, rushing to the front door and ripping it open. The noise he made was in no way human as he took in the form of his lover, almost unrecognizable due to the charred flesh and burned clothes stuck to his skin.

"Victor?"
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Ceiling Victorwatch_the_nails on October 22nd, 2011 05:49 am (UTC)
No sooner has Mads opened the door than Victor's charred hand grabs at the shifter's ankle, clutching on as if for dear life. Mads is here, and safe, and whole. That knowledge is enough for now to give the feral the strength he need to glance up at his lover, although his face is still a blackened mess; however, enough shreds of his coat remain attached to his body for Mads to recognise that it is indeed him.

"Mads..." His voice is barely even a rasp, the mere formation of words causing him visible pain. But he fights that pain and continues, "Gonna... fuckin'... kill... sonuvabitch..."
Mads Anderson: [Black/Brown] Downnotanalpha on October 23rd, 2011 08:05 am (UTC)
Mads drops carefully to his knees on the floor beside him, hands fluttering uselessly above him as he whimpers, eyes wide with fear.

"Victor..." He whimpers again, at a complete loss at what to do. "Victor... what can I do?"

Edited at 2011-10-23 08:07 am (UTC)
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Scowlwatch_the_nails on October 24th, 2011 05:33 pm (UTC)
"Just... take me... inside..." he manages to utter from between his cracked and ruined lips, already beginning to drag himself towards the open doorway. This isn't the first time that he's been in such a state, although it is the first time that a lover has had to deal with the aftermath. "Gotta... have time... to heal..."
Mads Anderson: [Black/Brown] Uhnotanalpha on November 8th, 2011 10:15 pm (UTC)
Mads' hands shake violently and he has no idea where to put them in order to offer any assistance without causing any further pain to his lover.

"I... I don't know how to help."
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Down In The Darkwatch_the_nails on November 12th, 2011 02:35 pm (UTC)
"Y'could gimme a fuckin' hand gettin' inside the goddamn door, for a start!" Victor snarls, although the anger at his voice is frustration with himself rather then being directed towards Mads. His voice remains strained and hoarse, his vocal chords doing their best to knit themselves back together. "Help me up. Lift my arms. Get me... get me to my fuckin' feet. Do it!"

Again, he sounds hostile and critical, but it's his irritation at being found so weak and helpless that fuels his annoyance.
Mads Anderson: [Blonde] [BnW] Mohawknotanalpha on November 13th, 2011 10:46 am (UTC)
Its with shaking hands that Mads does as he's told, slowly and gently -oh so gently- helping his lover to his feet. He shuts out all the hostile inflections, forcing himself not to take it personally, despite the fact that it wants to eat him alive.

He attempts to lead Victor to the couch, kicking the door closed behind him.
Victor Creed: Pissedwatch_the_nails on November 13th, 2011 11:18 am (UTC)
It's not easy for Mads to do, but somehow the were-leopard is able to guide Victor - bigger, taller, heavier Victor - to the couch, where the feral lays down, leaving dirty smears of black and red all over the cushions. He closes his eyes for a moment and snarls, recalling the smug look on Daken's face as the man had set him alight; but then, remembering how easily Mads can be spooked, he opens his eyes once more to stare at his lover. His rescuer.

"Thanks. I guess."
Mads Anderson: [Black/Brown] Downnotanalpha on November 13th, 2011 11:39 am (UTC)
Mads nods and moves to sit in the arm chair opposite his lover. He keeps his head low; both struggling to look at the damage done to his lover and ashamed that he had let the person who did this to Victor, corner him and all but shove his tongue down his throat.

"Daken?"
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Down In The Darkwatch_the_nails on November 13th, 2011 12:53 pm (UTC)
"What do you think?" the feral spits, his inner rage again colouring his words with venom as he tenses, just about able to hiss his irritation from between parched, cracked lips; then he sighs, realising that Mads will most likely jump at his foul mood, and he tries to relax back against the cushions as best he can. "Sonuvabitch set me on fuckin' fire----"

He winces, then, as a piece of charred flesh catches on the shredded remains of his clothing, and draws a sharp intake of breath between his teeth.

"Get me a drink."

Mads Anderson: [Black/Brown] Downnotanalpha on November 13th, 2011 10:39 pm (UTC)
Mads visibly flinches at the biting harshness of his lover's tone, and despite being able to reason that its not directed at him, the part of his mind that doesn't allow logical thought processes causes him to take it personally.

Without a word, the shifter stands and heads for the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and the bottle of whiskey; foregoing a glass, before returning to the lounge, passing both to him.
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Scowlwatch_the_nails on November 17th, 2011 06:57 am (UTC)
It's very sensible of Mads to not bother with a glass for the whiskey, although - and this is definitely an indication as to the extent of his injuries - Victor goes for the water first, unscrewing the gap and raising the bottle to his parched lips merely to get some liquid down his scorched throat. After he's drunk about half of that bottle, he reaches for the whiskey, raising it to his lips and drinking just as thirstily.

"S'better."

Already his voice sounds like it's improved, the burned tissues of his mouth and throat mending, the cool liquid helping to soothe and ease the pain. He turns to Mads then, his expression a little calmer; now that his recovery is under way, he can turn his attention to his lover instead - because, in all honesty, Victor's main concern about his own condition is so that he can keep the shifter safe.

"Mads. Y'alright?"

Edited at 2011-11-17 06:58 am (UTC)