Angel's first bender

[gainedlove]

Who: Frisk and Kaworu
When: September 22nd
Where: On the ship, eventually medbay
What: Kaworu doesn't know how to deal with withdrawl, literal child forced to babysit cosmic toddler
Warnings: possible self-harm?


Once the ship had taken off again and the strange planet was left behind, life had mostly resumed it's normal routine--at least for Frisk. Their family was still reeling, and it was strange that many of their clothes didn't fit quite right anymore, but it was ripples in a pond compared to what had happened before. Nothing to leave them bailing out water, just a rocky moment that, outside of several concerned looks sent their way, went over without incident.

Life continues on. And on, and on, and on--

And now Frisk is going about making their rounds of the ship, a meeker but still happy and friendly mood about them as they check to be sure that everyone is feeling well. Of course, not many are, and Frisk is already trying to think of little ways they might be able to help. Not a party, definitely, but maybe if they can find a way to make something nice for everyone...

They spot Kaworu soon after they turn the corner down the hall towards the oft-unused music room, blinking when they see him disappear inside with such a sour look on his face. SOmething must be really wrong for him to be in such a foul mood!

And so, of course, with no mind for the stipulations Toriel still has over the pair of them interacting, Frisk trots over and peeks inside with a worried expression.

"Kaworu? What's wrong?"

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[gainedlove]

Frisk hauls Kaworu further away from the wall, then reaches up to catch his wrists in their hands and look him in the eyes. The vacant stare he...it isn't even turned on them, just their vague direction. It's unnerving and they shake him slightly to try and better catch his attention.

"Kaworu, what're you doing? What's wrong?! Talk t' me, please!"

[braceforimpact]

Kaworu has no vocabulary for what he's experiencing--it's not just the physical pain of withdrawal that is driving him to this, it's the hunger, the insatiable ache for a feeling, a substance.

His skin is clammy to the touch, his fingers curled against the air--where they might originally have been pressing into his scalp, they now grasp futilely at nothing, in an unnatural, rigid position that may have meant something to a less human part of his brain. He locks eyes with Frisk shakily.

"I... I need to die."

[gainedlove]

"What?"

Really, it's lucky that it's Frisk he's telling this to. They know him, they know how the both of them are the same in some ways, ways that they know distantly would distress other people. But--

"Dying won't make it go back! You know that, or I woulda taken us all back t' my SAVE!"

They try to slowly slower his hands, not wanting to force anything right now.

"Why do you need t' die? Are you scared, or hurt?"

If they can figure out why he's acting like this, maybe they can find another way to help.

[braceforimpact]

"Not that--" Kaworu yanks away, suddenly, a look of--determination? Anger?--on his face. And he buries his face in his hands again, a new wave of nausea choking off his words.

To which he rams the top of his head into the wall again. He does this three or four more times before just sliding down the wall to sit on his knees, his head still pressed against the cold metal. He hits his head against the wall twice more, but this time it's a lot less violent.

He feels confused. Miserable. But not angry, just--he has no idea how to handle this kind of agony, this combined feeling of physical deprivation and suffering. It's so unnatural to him that he can't entirely comprehend it, or its meaning. But he knows what will make it stop. How to find relief. Except it--like all he's ever wanted--is now unavailable, and he's losing himself to that.

"It was like a pill," he moans against the wall. "It was like a pill, and now there isn't any."

[gainedlove]

Frisk's distress rises in their throat, and they grab Kaworu around the middle as he slides down the wall, rubbing his back and trying to pull him back again. He's just going to make it worse hurting himself like this!

"A...a pill? Medicine?"

Where else would he have gotten a...

No. Wait, there were pills at that party, weren't there? Frisk had been with Toriel at the time, and they saw some of the other guests drinking them down. Their mother had steered them away, told Frisk very firmly to not accept any of those pills. They had obeyed, especially since they remembered old grainy videos shown to their class a long, long time ago about accepting medicine from strangers. (Namely, to NOT do that.)

"You feel sick again, 'cuz you don't have it? I...th' doctors can prob'ly make you feel better. We can go an' ask them, okay? We'll go together."

It's the best Frisk can think of. They just hope it's the right solution.

[braceforimpact]

Kaworu had experienced the physical pain of being crushed to death, but that moment of excruciating agony was coupled not with the emotion not of suffering but of joy.

To experience physical deprivation and mental deprivation at the same time is not only unnatural to him, it is entirely new. Expecting him to cope with it gracefully is a little like putting a toddler behind the wheel of a Daytona vehicle and expecting it not to end in a fireball. Because he doesn't just want the doctors to take this pain away. He wants them to give him that feeling of wholeness and pleasure in life back.

He'd been excited at the time; he'd missed feeling that good. He missed feeling complete, and it had been months since he'd experienced such a purposeful, complete kind of happiness. Now to take it away--and to feel such intense physical pain on top of it--

He'd much rather be dead.

"No. No... no. I don't want to suffer."

Why can't Frisk understand that?!

[gainedlove]

"I know, but they can make it better! Or...or they should, I-I don't know, but we gotta try!"

They don't know what Kaworu really means, and even if they did they wouldn't know what to do about it. They don't know anything about drug addiction other than that it's bad, in that nebulous way that adults say things are bad and forbidden. They don't understand all the ways it can twist someone's brain, especially after being exposed for so long.

So all they can do is try to tug Kaworu back up to his feet, and start him moving back towards the door.

"Hurtin' yourself won't make anythin' better!"

[braceforimpact]

It's not that he wants to hurt himself. It's that he wants to stop hurting, and in the interim, his instincts--never the best at such socially derived situations--have gone completely haywire.

Trying to communicate like this is a struggle, and Frisk isn't getting it.

That is where things went bad. Angelic instincts are a little more streamlined than human ones. If there's an obstacle or a threat, destroy it or remove it. There is no 'problem solving' inclination: eliminating the problem is the same as solving it.

The corner of Kaworu's mouth quirks up, reflexively, and he lunges--not at the wall but at Frisk. There's no malice in his features, no rage as his hands aim for Frisk's fragile human neck. Just too-bright red eyes, glittering as if with sudden clarity, and an open mouth and inhuman smile.

[gainedlove]

Let one thing be said for Frisk's life experiences: they aren't nearly surprised as anyone else is when their loved ones turn around and try to kill them.

They stumble backwards and leap to the side, getting distance between themself and Kaworu. Enough time to react, to try and predict--they've never seen his bullets, they need to be ready. They pull out the Dagger and reach for--

Wait. There's no menu, and their SOUL isn't out.

The shuttered, blank expression on their face turns vaguely confused, but their sharp gaze doesn't leave the angel. What kind of FIGHT is this?