( When Esikko comes, it's alone. Still, he strokes Kirma a few more times, a selfish and largely aimless action as he rides his own peak out, gasping softly against Kirma's mouth. For just a few moments, he enjoys the stillness in the air after that, the sluggishness of Kirma's body beneath him, the warmth of pooling blood.
But then he exhales smoothly, pulling himself back with a little more urgency. Still, he imagines if Kirma were more aware he'd be a bit alarmed by the pace he's taking. He's moving quicker, but he's not panicked, pulling his baji up more properly, straightening his clothes to be presentable. He even reaches over to help Kirma with his, as much as needed, before ducking down to pick the discarded hand up from the floor.
Coming back up from that, he leans to kiss Kirma once more, his words pressed against cold lips. )
Stay awake. We're going to the clinic.
( Finally. At the very least, it seems that Esikko isn't prepared to leave Kirma to die here. When he stands, feeling as refreshed as ever, he even shifts to take Kirma's arm around him, to help him up. He has to do it around his own waist, rather than his shoulders, though— he doesn't have the strength to carry this man, even as short as he is. Even missing one hand. )
Lean into me.
( This is the gentlest he will ever be. And Kirma can enjoy it for the length of the clinic visit, as he brings him there, sets his dismembered hand on the counter, and requests a fix. )
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But then he exhales smoothly, pulling himself back with a little more urgency. Still, he imagines if Kirma were more aware he'd be a bit alarmed by the pace he's taking. He's moving quicker, but he's not panicked, pulling his baji up more properly, straightening his clothes to be presentable. He even reaches over to help Kirma with his, as much as needed, before ducking down to pick the discarded hand up from the floor.
Coming back up from that, he leans to kiss Kirma once more, his words pressed against cold lips. )
Stay awake. We're going to the clinic.
( Finally. At the very least, it seems that Esikko isn't prepared to leave Kirma to die here. When he stands, feeling as refreshed as ever, he even shifts to take Kirma's arm around him, to help him up. He has to do it around his own waist, rather than his shoulders, though— he doesn't have the strength to carry this man, even as short as he is. Even missing one hand. )
Lean into me.
( This is the gentlest he will ever be. And Kirma can enjoy it for the length of the clinic visit, as he brings him there, sets his dismembered hand on the counter, and requests a fix. )