The rat in your brain turns the wheel connected to your guts

[carnagecarnival]

Who| Initiate and Psiioniic
What| Moirails reunite after murderparty deluxe 
Where| D2 Commons, The Psiioniic's room
When| A week-ish after murderparty, after Katniss kills Initiate and he returns
Warnings/Notes| Initiate, who is the worst. Talk of death, murders, awful and etc. Language.

He waits for the Elevator to trudge along with a breathless, painful sort of hollowness. It's familiar and at the same time he's felt nothing like this ever before. He can't even think to be angry at his killer right now. Not yet anyway. He is under the surface of some ocean he has no name for. 

His hands haven't stopped shaking since he woke. The golden chain necklace is held so tightly in one, just short of crushing it. He'd woke up, with his eye back, his face healed, arms healed,  every stab and arrow wound healed, his hair grown long down his back again. Everything like it'd never happened, but by some motherfucking miracle, the goat necklace, Mituna's tribute token, had remained woven around his own. 

The doors open up and he steps onto the second district floor. He's been here plenty of times before, but with what happened in the arena, the stares could easily have been renewed. If they have he doesn't notice them. He forces himself down the hall, to Mituna's room, feeling both like he can't move fast enough and like he's going to fast altogether.

He really doesn't breathe as he opens the door. Any minute now that undertow is going to take him away.

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[carnagecarnival]

His expression falls ever more when it's clear Mituna's not watching him. He thought he'd been getting better at this all, but maybe not. Definitely not. Mituna starts to cry and his guts fall out with any remainder of the smile. In it's place is horror and pity. His pusher just up and shatters at the apology.

"BROTHER, NO," He says, quick. "You ain't got a damn thing what all to be saying that for, motherfucker, not a damn motherfucking thing."

His arms wraps around his moirail to bring him close, hand cradling the back of his head, and he tries, this time, to shush him properly. The way Mituna can do for him. Just a soft whistling through too-big teeth. The way the shore would sound sometimes on the quiet nights. It's imperfect, but he tries. He presses a kiss to his horns and to the top of his head every so often in between.

Oh Messiahs, he pities this troll so much his stomach flips with it like a fucker on a grief trapeze.

[xanthous]

He leans closer to him, and he wishes he could just become a part of him. If he were a troll more like Kurloz, he would be so much better off. Stronger. Braver. More proper and he'd be worth more. Maybe if he had been a proper troll like Kurloz he wouldn't be so devastated right now.

Pressing into his hand, he lets out a soft, barely audible sigh. Maybe...Maybe this does mean that Kurloz cares for him? And should he really question his judgment.

He reaches up for his hand, and he doesnt say anything, just grabs on and clings as tight as he can.

[carnagecarnival]

Kurloz reaches back. His fingers wrap around Mituna's and he lets his eyes close. He still thinks his Moirail strong, he still thinks all that he said, but sometimes he forgets that he can be fragile too. Mituna isn't exclusively an immovable pillar he can steady himself on, Mituna needs that too. He forgets sometimes, how breakable he is and there's a fear in that, just for him, tailored personal. This troll could bring his worst fears to life, if he wanted.

But he doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to lose this troll. He can be strong as he needs to be for him, as Mituna would.

"MITUNA," He starts, eyes kept closed as he keeps holding on. "I ain't a tower what can be reached. I AIN'T EVEN THE HIGHBLOOD YET, NOT REALLY. Even if a motherfucker was, it don't change the fact I'm a troll. AND SO YOU ARE YOU." He chews on his words before he says, "Please don't be afraid of me. AT LEAST NOT TO WHERE YOU USE ME ALL TO THINK OF YOURSELF LESS."