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Fandom: Birdmen
Summary: Eishi stared at the sink, at the ink that was staining the white porcelain. Because. Because that couldn’t be his blood.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 280
Status: Complete
Eishi stared at the sink, at the ink that was staining the white porcelain. Because. Because that couldn’t be his blood.
But his fingers were black, the blood dripping out of him staying the same colour. The colour of his wings.
He was sure he could see the blood moving like they had a mind of its own, spreading out with tiny tendrils against gravity, trying to find a new host.
S-shit. Eishi wanted to back away, to deny just how far he was from anything on Earth now, but the other part of him was cataloguing everything, trying to measure how long it had taken for him to reach this point. His blood had been red when Tatsume had taken it a few weeks ago, so the change had been fast.
[You’re yelling,] came Takayama’s voice, his voice disinterested.
Eishi jerked his head towards where he knew Takayama was. [I know I am!] How couldn’t he yell after finding this out? [Did you know about this?] Except he already had an feeling what the ans-
[No.]
“Augh!” Sometimes Takayama knew how everything about how their wings worked; other times he was completely useless because he didn’t pay enough attention!
Fine. Eishi stared at his hand as the wound sealed up without leaving a scar. That was something else that came with awakening. That meant they had more information and it was something else he could talk with Tatsume with.
He was about to run the tap before he hesitated, reaching for some toilet paper instead. He wasn’t sure what could happen if his blood got into the water system so it would be better if he burned all traces.
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Written for betterprompts' 'Blue-grey blood swirled down the drain, staining the cracks in the tile as it went.'
Summary: Eishi stared at the sink, at the ink that was staining the white porcelain. Because. Because that couldn’t be his blood.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 280
Status: Complete
Eishi stared at the sink, at the ink that was staining the white porcelain. Because. Because that couldn’t be his blood.
But his fingers were black, the blood dripping out of him staying the same colour. The colour of his wings.
He was sure he could see the blood moving like they had a mind of its own, spreading out with tiny tendrils against gravity, trying to find a new host.
S-shit. Eishi wanted to back away, to deny just how far he was from anything on Earth now, but the other part of him was cataloguing everything, trying to measure how long it had taken for him to reach this point. His blood had been red when Tatsume had taken it a few weeks ago, so the change had been fast.
[You’re yelling,] came Takayama’s voice, his voice disinterested.
Eishi jerked his head towards where he knew Takayama was. [I know I am!] How couldn’t he yell after finding this out? [Did you know about this?] Except he already had an feeling what the ans-
[No.]
“Augh!” Sometimes Takayama knew how everything about how their wings worked; other times he was completely useless because he didn’t pay enough attention!
Fine. Eishi stared at his hand as the wound sealed up without leaving a scar. That was something else that came with awakening. That meant they had more information and it was something else he could talk with Tatsume with.
He was about to run the tap before he hesitated, reaching for some toilet paper instead. He wasn’t sure what could happen if his blood got into the water system so it would be better if he burned all traces.
Written for betterprompts' 'Blue-grey blood swirled down the drain, staining the cracks in the tile as it went.'