knightofratatosk | [Voice post, dated to shortly after Alice's post]

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[Voice post, dated to shortly after Alice's post]

[There are crashing noises and the sounds of things breaking in the background... sounds like somebody is going on a rampage.]

Where is she? WHERE IS SHE? If those damn Malnosso have hurt her, I'll tear them apart!

[Another crash.]

Cowards! Why won't you show yourselves? Come out and fight me one-on-one!

[OOC: He is currently trashing Marta's old apartment looking for her... Alice will undoubtedly hear this.]

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[There's a long moment of hesitation before Richter dares to actually move. It just doesn't feel quite right that he, of all people, should be the one to comfort Emil about something like this. But at the same time, who else is there? Back in Aselia, it was Marta who handled these matters. Then, for the last half year, it was only Richter. If he didn't cheer the boy up now, well, there were probably plenty of other people who'd give it a try. But what kind of a person would that make him?

Finally, he steps forward and sinks to his knees in front of Emil, placing a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder]

[Emil doesn't need a second invitation to cling and he flings his arms around Richter's neck without any hesitation. Really, he wouldn't want anyone other than Richter there right now... they've been through so much together already, and that Valentine's Day experiment, though it threw new variables into their relationship, also assured him of his feelings for the other. Emil knows that he's the one who is supposed to be protecting Marta, but sometimes, sometimes it feels nice to let Richter be the strong one like this. After all, he's obviously not doing a very good job at this whole protecting thing anyway. He's a little embarrassed to realize that sometimes he actually likes being the one who is protected instead.

Richter's shoulder is probably getting a bit damp now, though Emil is trying to be quiet about it.]

[That doesn't matter. Richter will hold him as long as is needed. As long as it takes to vent those emotions a bit. Not only will it help Emil himself, it might also keep his guard up a bit more to prevent Ratatosk from appearing again any time soon.]

[He's fighting a losing battle to stay quiet, sobs slipping out with increasing frequency as he buries his face against Richter's shoulder and just cries. A part of him is embarrassed about crying like this, but the rest of him is just so tired and miserable that he really doesn't care. Richter is nice and warm and solid and he finds that comforting.]

[Richter starts running a hand up and down Emil's back in a soothing manner. It's the only thing he can really do for the boy right now, which makes him feel pretty damned worthless. Even though he can't see Emil's face, he can still hear the sobs.]

[It may be the only thing he can do, but it's having an obvious effect: Emil is slowly starting to relax, the tense muscles in his back loosening under the gentle touch. There's a lot of built-up tension there along with a whole bunch of knots, which Richter will probably notice as Emil flinches whenever he hits one.]

[Well, Richter will keep this up until Emil feels good enough to leave. It's very obvious the kid should still be in the clinic. This time, Richter will ensure that he stays there, too.]

[Gradually his sobbing trails off into little hiccups and sniffles, though his grip on Richter remains as tight as ever. So much for Marta telling him to "be a man."]

I don't... I don't want to go back to the clinic.

[He can't stand the thought of being all alone in that sterile room again. He just wants to go back home with Richter and Tenebrae.]

... You still haven't recovered.

[It's for your own good, Emil. It really is.]

B-but my wing is feeling a lot better, and you can heal me if I really need it, a-and... please, Richter.

[Feeling suddenly lightheaded, he shuts his eyes and rests his head against the other's shoulder.]

Don't make me go back there...

[Not even Richter could say no to that. And anyway, as long as Emil gets sleep, he should be alright.]

... Fine.

... thank you.

[He hadn't even realized he was holding his breath until it all comes out in an audible exhalation.]

[Which means that Richter is still going to have to try and get Emil to his feet. Let's hope the boy can actually stand.]

[... probably not. He expended so much energy as Ratatosk that he couldn't stand right now even if he wanted to, not to mention the fact that he's got a nice case of adrenaline letdown.]

[Well, Richter's going to try and get him to his feet either way. He'll just have to support him, then.]

Come on, up you go.

[It takes a lot of effort on his part, but Emil finally manages to get to his feet... he's practically hanging on Richter's arm to remain upright, though.]

[That's alright. Richter pulls one of Emil's arms over his shoulder to support his weight better. They'll get to the clinic in no time.]

[Try to take him back to the clinic and he'll throw a fit at you, Richter.]

I'm sorry...

[... Mun's mistake. Clinic, house, same thing.]

Don't apologize.

[He doesn't apologize again, but he does cringe at the words.]

[It'd be best for Emil to just keep quiet until they get to the house. No point in wasting energy anyway.]

[At this point he doesn't have the energy or the inclination to speak-- he's afraid that he'll end up bursting into tears again if he tries. He's just going to take some small comfort from the warmth of Richter's body against his. Richter is real and here, and as long as he can focus on that, it keeps his thoughts off of Marta.]

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