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[personal profile] hatesdeerstalkers 2019-06-10 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Time...certainly did slow. Rolling over and over, each movement taking what felt like a lifetime -

and yet, it wasn't long enough before he felt them fall off of the path, into empty, wet air.

Automatically, he grabbed - managing to catch onto the ledge with his right arm, while something grabbed onto his left, his mind still muddled with pain, unable to realize what it was in that moment.

And then, like a flash of light - the haze cleared, and he stared down at Sherlock hanging onto him, holding onto that injured arm -]


Hhgh-!!

[The pain was intense, but - no.

Though he had come to finish this, in this moment - he couldn't. Staring at those green eyes, even if he was a criminal, even if he was the Beast -

he was still-!!]


Ah...hagh...!!

[He tries to haul himself up with just his right arm - but there's too much weight, too much pain, and he can't keep his grip forever.]

...Sher....lock...! C-climb up...! Before I...!!
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[personal profile] hatesdeerstalkers 2019-06-10 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Don't-! Stop being an idi - nghgh!!

[As Sherlock begins to let go, he suddenly lunges out with that injured hand, despite the pain - and grabs a gloved hand, clinging as tightly as his wound will allow him, his entire arm shaking with the effort.]

Y-You're still! You're still a human! Fate has - nothing to do with this! C-Climb up, damn you!!

[Rivulets of blood begin to run down his arm, pooling on Sherlock's hand...and in those blue eyes of his, there's...desperation, but also - something else.

(He's the original one, isn't he? I'm just - a pretender. With this Authority, I can never truly be human in the way he is, so -

He should live...!)]
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[personal profile] hatesdeerstalkers 2019-06-11 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[For a moment - he thought everything would be alright.

And then, he sees what Sherlock is trying to do - and his face immediately goes pale, or paler past the pain and blood loss.]


Don't!!

[But, he can't do anything. Just hanging on is the most he can do, and even his grip is beginning to loosen, bit by bit, to that hand.

Tears finally come to his eyes, spilling over before vanishing in the spray from the waterfall, his eyes wide.]