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maskormenacelogs2019-09-13 12:50 pm
leatherboots) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-09-13 12:50 pm
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WHO: Rupert & Jonas
WHERE: Jeopardy 001
WHEN: The evening of that literal car crash of a day
WHAT: It's hurt/comfort but everything is German and time is fake
WARNINGS:Not yet but Hentzau gonna Hentz soft boy nsfw
Rupert refuses to do anything as pedestrian as die in his bed, considering he hasn't lived the life he has to earn such a boring death. But the shaking won't stop, even after polishing off a bottle of wine between them, and Rupert has a sneaking suspicion that the headache currently wringing his brain inside out isn't to do with the wine.
Still, despite all of this, Rupert refuses to see a doctor. Even as he's stumbling up the stairs towards his room, half-pulled and half-pushed by Jonas, Rupert is bloody-minded.
"I'm telling you - this, this is nothing," He insists with forced brightness between clenched teeth as he leans heavily against Jonas, staggering up the staircase. Every single bone in his body feels bruised, right to the marrow. "I could tell you stories - God! I've suffered worse, so much worse. I promise you, this will not be the death of me. There's no need for a doctor..."
WHERE: Jeopardy 001
WHEN: The evening of that literal car crash of a day
WHAT: It's hurt/comfort but everything is German and time is fake
WARNINGS:
Rupert refuses to do anything as pedestrian as die in his bed, considering he hasn't lived the life he has to earn such a boring death. But the shaking won't stop, even after polishing off a bottle of wine between them, and Rupert has a sneaking suspicion that the headache currently wringing his brain inside out isn't to do with the wine.
Still, despite all of this, Rupert refuses to see a doctor. Even as he's stumbling up the stairs towards his room, half-pulled and half-pushed by Jonas, Rupert is bloody-minded.
"I'm telling you - this, this is nothing," He insists with forced brightness between clenched teeth as he leans heavily against Jonas, staggering up the staircase. Every single bone in his body feels bruised, right to the marrow. "I could tell you stories - God! I've suffered worse, so much worse. I promise you, this will not be the death of me. There's no need for a doctor..."