Blood for blood.

[runningred]

Jay opens his door and tossed the suitcase aside. Nothing in there that can't wait. For once, Jay's room is in immaculate order, clearly cleaned and packed up before he went away.

He shrugs off his shirt and waistcoat to reveal his heavily bandaged chest. There are boot prints bruised into his skin and deep cuts and shallow scratches. All and all, he's a mess.

"Thank you for this." He kicks off his shoes and sits on the edge of the bed.

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[runningred]

"Lay me down first maybe." Jay suggests, blinking slowly. "That way you don't need to hold me up, if you don't want to." Trying to be thoughtful.

[onceaviking]

"No, I think -"

Eric moves fully onto the bed and then he lifts Jay, placing him between his legs, resting Jay's back against his chest.

"There."

He can feel his pulse like this. Much easier.

[runningred]

"Oh. Okay. Won't say no." Not that he could move much either way.

"Never had a favourite play. Just words, lines that... resonate." He lets his head rest on Eric's shoulder, exposing his neck without intent.

"I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have cause and smile at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humour. Don John knew who he was - plain-dealing villain and made no apology for it. I respect that."

[onceaviking]

He watches Jay's pulse, not really paying attention to what he is saying.

Reaching up to stroke the trembling blood gently, through his thin skin.
So warm.

[runningred]

Jay turns his head a little, letting Eric touch. "I may taste different. Transfusion. I wonder what Drake tastes like."

[onceaviking]

"I am not going to bite you," Eric murmurs.
"Who's Drake?"

[runningred]

"Won't break me. Still healing but your blood is... fuck, there are no words. Not even Shakespeare."

He winces and straightens one leg out. A dark bruise that smacks of deep soft tissue damage goes from black to purple to yellow on his thigh. "Robin. Red Robin. The kid who came after me in the job. Found me on the roof. Gone into shock, might have been bleeding out. I don't remember. Never met him before that night but... he's my brother."

[onceaviking]

"That was pretty stupid, Jay," Eric murmurs. A deep, husky voice and cool breath tickling his ear.

"Even for you."

He drapes one arm across Jay's front. Loosely. Sometimes, everything falling back into place can be a bit - much. But Jay seems to be handling it okay.

[runningred]

"Golden boy, older brother landed on me from two stories up. Caved in-" He gestures at the upper half of his ribcage on the left side. "One was nearly into my lung. Kinda out of options."

He's trying very, very hard and Eric's touch is keeping him grounded better than he would have expected.

[onceaviking]

"Was he trying or did you just break his fall with your ribcage?"

His thumb is rubbing slow circles on Jay's abdomen.

[runningred]

"He was aiming." The touch draws a soft rumbling purr from Jay, so incongruous with the conversation or the feeling of his body unbreaking. "Had my hands around my mentor's throat at the time." Not an easy thing, he had to punch his way through the armoured cowl to get to that point.

[onceaviking]

"You have to decide if you want to kill people or not, Jay," Eric says. His voice low and intimate, close to Jay's ear.

"Trying to choke someone with your hands is not a viable strategy. If you're human. It takes too long."

The rest of his fingers joins his thumb in the soft, circular motion.

[runningred]

Jay finds himself moaning softly, spreading his thighs ever so slightly in encourage that fingers lower.

"Wasn't trying to kill him. Had my wrist blade on. Single twitch and it would have been through his neck. Needed to slow him down, get him off me long enough I could go after the man I was there to kill. Didn't even know Dickie was there till he was tap-dancing on my chest."

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't seem to notice any encouragement. He doesn't stop moving his fingers though.

"You can't go up against people if you're not willing to kill them. It makes you an easy target."

[runningred]

He shakes his head minutely, his eyes closed. "Only there to kill one. He's the only one who needs to die."

[onceaviking]

"You'll get him."

It's said softly. Almost - soothingly?
Maybe it's just what Eric would like to believe to hold true of his own endevour,

[runningred]

"As will you." Jay answers just as softly.

[onceaviking]

Eric's fingers still - and then they start moving again.
"Yes," he agrees. "Yes, I will."

And maybe he'll survive.

"How's your hand?"

[runningred]

He lifts his hand and flexes without looking at it. Then he touches each finger to his thumb in sequence. "Bones are mended. Some stiffness but that may be disuse. I've had it immobile for over a week."

Analytical and calm. There's still hazy there but he can push through if he needs to.

"Gunna miss some of the older scratches, especially the ones on my back. They were farewell presents."

[onceaviking]

"You could always get new ones," Eric suggests.
"As - I survived getting stomped on presents. Seeing as how people might find it difficult to get hold of a suitable card."

So dry.

[runningred]

He shakes his head, trying to follow Eric's wit and failing a little. "Day before the fight. Former lover, first lover actually. She knew, what I planned to do. Tried to get me to walk away." He manages a smile, "She made her point for living rather forcefully."

[onceaviking]

Eric murmurs something in Old Norse.

And then he runs his fingers through Jay's hair.
He likes hair. It's a bit short, but still...

[runningred]

"No idea what you just said but it sounded nice." Jay hums.

He's not a fan of it being so short either and it'll take a few washes to get the dye out of the white streak but he's still a complete slut for having it played with. He damn near purrs as Eric cards his hand through it, running his hands over Eric's thighs.

{ooc: hmm, 1.30 in the morning. I really should crash. Living this so much. Can't wait to pick it up tomorrow.}

[onceaviking]

"Just - old words," Eric murmurs.
"About how being alive is better than being dead."

Hávamal.

"Do you need more?"
Asking even though he is fairly certain that it isn't necessary. Not physically at least.
Still, for all his broken bones, those wounds may not be the worst.

[runningred]

"I like sound of that."

He breathes out slowly, checking himself over with small stretches and inching gestures, none of them taking him out of Eric's lap. "Don't think so. Feels like most of the damage is healed or healing. And considering the high this time, I'm not sure it would be a good idea."