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Send me a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours knocking on their door in the middle of the night || @heartdorks [Chara: Antionne]

Now, clearly, the question was: is the room spinning? and not have I drank too much? though both could quite easily fall into the same category, there was no one denying that. Something the redhead may have been able to put together, had it not been he who had been doing the drinking. There would be those who would probably judge him for shutting himself away like this, lights dimmed and drinking alone until everything went pleasantly blurry. It took the edge off, dulled the senses and although it may have been frightfully close to how he used to do it – long before he joined the crew – it was also far more preferable. Sure he was likely still doing damage to his body, something he would consistently berate himself for later before once again purposely going out of his way to avoid the honey coloured liquor for weeks or even months at a time. 

Yet why was it that he sometimes fell into its warm liquidy embrace? Why was it that he would all of a sudden throw away the reigns to that tight control he usually had over his own self-control? To just let loose and forget everything, casting it all into that hazy glow that seemed to come when inebriated? Well, the answer was a simple one. As of that moment, he wanted to feel nothing and yet at the same time he wanted to feel something. A contradiction to say the least, but really, when was a person’s mind so easy to understand. 

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(over William and Antionne from Heartdorks and a bit of the others of the crew - got a bit longer sorry ._.)

This was a hard time, the battle had just ended and they were trying to stop their captain to get Shachi back to life. He had done all he could, but restoring inner organs wasn’t easy even for him. Sure he could have used those from other people, but there was no one around who he had been able to use. And using another one of the Crew? No. In the end, Antionne had run to get Jean to grab the captain together with Bepo. It was harder to get him away, cursing and grumbling loudly that he still has to try. If there wouldn’t be these two just bringing him away. Bepo would look after him for now, as Jean Bart came back. Watching how it was Antionne who was about to prepare the things which needed to be done. While the others mourned, or sat there and couldn’t understand what had happened. William was one of them, his hands in front of his forehead. Still the blood on them as he had tried to help Law. Shivering, the eyes huge and seemed to look as if he was still going through all the ways where they might have been able to do something. Yes he cursed it like Trafalgar, their captain. Going through all possibilitys of what they could have done if they had been here sooner. Would he get over it soon? No, he liked Shachi and Penguin the most from the crew, aside from the little sweet girl he had found here. He already started to miss the jokes, his eyes glancing now slowly to the lifeless body. Hoping that the red head would jump up and yell a happy “April! April!” just to get his ass handed than. But it didn’t come, he watched the slim fingers of the tall guy who was now working on the clothes. Antionne was sewing them together again, the wounds had already been finished. “Bring me somet'ing to was’ ‘is face, please.” he spoke clearly to Jean. Why was it that this darn beanpole was so silent and easy about it? But what the others didn’t saw, was the inner strougle in Antionne himself. He knew that his face was now like cold ice, while his fingers remembered everything which had to be done and were doing it. But he himself… Oh hell he would miss this little guy. Not just missing him, like their captain he thought it was his failur to not have acted sooner. Just some seconds could have done the thing. Some seconds reacting sooner and kicking away the enemy which had given this one last wound. Surprised he looked at the cloth that he was now sewing around Shachi. His face had been washed, so far to him being all himself. Just a darn machine that was doing the needed work, shoving away the emotions to not cry like the others. “Pen… We s'ould send t'em wit’ 'im.” He whispered it nearly, now his voice was about to crumble. The mask he was wearing was falling apart, which caused the other to stare at him for a moment. Then he realized what Antionne had asked for. The whales! Those two precious plush whales. Again time flew by, and they all had prepared the rest. One of the others had taken over as Antionne couldn’t sew the rest shut. Sitting between Penguin and William, watching the rest to be done. This sub would become more silent, so much more silent after Shachi had gone now.

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

Looking up from the machines he glanced over his shoulder to the redhead. His eyebrows raised a bit as he heard the whines and grunts even more. “Shachi?” he asked carefully, while walking to him, sure the red head wasn’t this long asleep. But it seemed not to be a good dream.

Carefully he placed his hand on the others shoulder. “Oi Shachi.” he repeated this time with a firmer voice. It was better to wake him, and send him to sleep in a proper bed, then letting him have this nightmare.

Oh, but he could hear his name being spoken. Could hear it but thought it to be nothing more than the voices of those he had failed to protect in his dream. It wasn’t until the others hand was placed upon the red head’s shoulder did he even stir. The voice stronger, louder, this time stirring something in him; a thought-- A voice. Something that simply said: You should wake up now.