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[There's probably something to be said about having 'oh, hell, I really should've brought a change of clothes, huh?' be Zelos' first thought after being stabbed and stumbling as far away from the current town their traveling party's staying at, but whatever it is it currently eludes his mind at the moment. Because he's much too busy holding onto his wound, trying to will himself to put one foot after the other, trudging through grass and dirt until he's deep into some woods he can't recognize, bathed only in the moon's light as it cuts through the foliage and the night.

Somehow, despite the pain that comes with the action and the wince that nearly causes him to lose balance, Zelos still finds it in himself to laugh. Well, this sure went south, didn't it? He's pretty damn lucky nobody saw him sneak out, much less get fucking jumped at by a bunch of randos with an agenda against him.

The problem is, though, that now he's dangerously low on mana and pretty sure that he's going to die if he doesn't get some medical help. And, considering everything else he still has left to do, he kind of just can't let that happen. He needs himself alive--at least for now, thank you very much. So it's either go back and get people asking questions that are better off unanswered, getting help elsewhere and risking another trap, or dying in the woods. Honestly, none of them appealing.

Except for one last, desperate measure that tastes sour like weakness and feels heavy like failure, yet is also his one ticket to, you know, living.

Zelos grits his teeth.

Fine, fine, whatever. Fuck. Aimless, in pain, and already feeling the delirious numbness of blood loss, Zelos stumbles until his outstretched free hand has found a tree in these woods, then leans against it and fishes in his pocket for the little device a certain asshole seraph gave him. Numb fingers fiddle with it until he's entered the number he wants, and he breathes a sigh of relief the moment it finally starts to make a connection. He waits, waits, waits and waits until the little screen comes to life, and then--]

"Yooo, hey there," [Zelos grins, already sliding down the tree trunk until he's sitting on the grass, breathing heavily.] "You, uh, got a sec?"

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[Zelos shrugs, tired but fighting through it to make a scene for the drama of it. He scoffs.] "Oh, totally. We could probably crash right through my window and do whatever. Sebastian's pretty used to my bullshit already, anyway." [Then Zelos' grin grows a little sharper, more mischievous. He's still kind of mostly leaning against Kratos for support, but he still goes and says,] "Sounds like a plan. Just lemme grow wings real quick and fly there."

[Son of a bitch, Zelos, stop being like this you need him to not ditch you.]

Kratos scowls.

"Unless you've completed the angel transformation without my knowledge, you don't have wings."

(Kratos, for the love of fuck, do you have to patronize him like this, just offer to carry him and be done with it already--)

[Zelos' eyebrows are going to fly off into the stratosphere faster than Kratos will on Derris-Kharlan in the not-so-near-future. The grin still in place, he manages to return the glare.] "Oh, totally. Didn't you know? Mithos really wants a backup plan, so this whole journey to undo the seals and whatever also doubles for me to do the Chosen's journey on the side." [He chuckles under his breath, brings both of his hands together, and flaps his palms in a gesture of mock-wings.] "Whoosh."

[Maybe he's just delirious with blood loss right now, but that's kinda the funniest shit ever, so Zelos laughs. It's a little deranged, though, so he wills it the fuck down, drops his hands to support himself and sets a hand on his chest to calm down.] "Yeah, anyway, that's a no," [he manages through giggles.] "Not all of us can be angels yet, my dude."

Zelos is laughing. That's a good sign? No. A bad one, probably. Luckily Kratos' next-- very necessary-- offer will likely sober Zelos right up.

He hates to offer so much that he almost doesn't, but it's necessary, so.

"I mean, it is perfectly within my capabilities to carry you."

(That wasn't even a proper offer for the love of fuck stop being so damn condesending--)

[One second for his jaw to drop.

Two seconds for his face to turn incredulous.

Then,]

"Pardon."

[Stop, stop, stop. Close that gaping mouth before you look even more ridiculous. Zelos clears his throat and looks away, decides to pick the offended yet completely resigned look to present instead of the outraged one, accompanies it with crossed arms. God, he hates how he sees the logic in the offer, and he agrees to it, really, but fuck does it hurt his goddamned ego to accept it.] "I mean," [he begins,] "I guess that'd make sense, huh? Easiest transport, fastest. But, ugh," [he uncrosses one hand to flap it in the air, looking back at Kratos with an expression that spells I am threatening you for real.] "Just don't do bridal carry, or I swear I will make you regret it."

Kratos stands there silent for a second as he tries to calculate a separate option, but there literally is not another way to carry Zelos that isn't going to get in the way of Kratos' wings. So. Zelos will just have to deal! He can't make Kratos regret his life any more than he already does, anyway.

So Kratos just picks Zelos up bridal-style and hops into the air to gain height before Zelos can think of just squirming out of this.

"Unfortunately, any other way would get in the way of the wings," he informs Zelos.

On to Meltokio--

[The moment that Kratos picks Zelos up into his arms, Zelos yelps and attempts, weakly and fruitlessly, to push himself off and at least fall back into the dirt and let it reclaim him. The second that they're in the air, though, he clings tightly so he won't fall.]

"What the fuck!" [he shouts. He's already a little dizzy, but now with the added adrenaline from the surprise and flight, he starts breathing heavily, his mind getting a little foggier.] "You... you tell anyone about this and--and I'll end you!"

"Understood," Kratos says, smiling just a little.

The flight to Meltokio is uneventful, and the cover of night allows Kratos to just fly straight to Zelos' mansion instead of having to bother with walking through the town itself. He doesn't crash though Zelos' window like Zelos suggested earlier, instead just dropping right in front of Zelos' back door. He sets Zelos down as soon as they're on ground.

[As soon as he's set down, Zelos manages to stand on his own two feet for a grand total of two seconds before he takes a step forward and gracefully falls right on his knees. He starts heaving a little, shaking as the adrenaline rush makes its way through his exhausted body.] "Hooo boy. Oh my god, fuck," [he laughs, one hand on the ground and the other on his chest,] "I'm gonna throw up. This is worse than coming home hungover. I'm going to die."

[He'll be fine, he's just also a bitch and, honestly, he's not actually very confident he can get up right now.]

"You are not going to die."

Honestly, why does Kratos have to get stuck with the assholes who are needlessly overdramatic when they've been injured. Yuan acts just like this.

Kratos sighs.

"Come on."

He bends down and slings one of Zelos' arms over his shoulder, helping Zelos to his feet. If they could at least get inside, that'd be a start. If they could get to the bathroom, for Zelos to throw up if necessary or get himself into the shower, that'd be better. Zelos will probably feel a lot better the moment he stops reeking of blood.

[Zelos can't really complain when he's helped inside, given how he's spending most of his attention right now in making sure the nausea doesn't fuck him over and in trying to get the stupidest, most slurred out shit out of his mouth.] "I am going to die," [he chooses to start by ignoring Kratos.] "I am actively dying. Actually who says I didn't already die and this is just my death dream." [He staggers back a little, groans, shuts his eyes tightly while he presses his free hand against his temple. Dear god, he feels like shit.] "Uuuggghhh, shittiest death dream ever. Fucked up that you're in it. I'm going to throw up now."

[And then he does.]

*God.

*DAMMIT.

They were literally feet from the bathroom, Zelos, could you have not waited two more seconds!!!

Kratos bites his lip and inhales slowly, trying not to get too frustrated-- or at least, not show it. It's fine, it's fine, Zelos didn't puke on him, and it's not like he has to clean up the mess. That's Zelos' problem. Or... Zelos' butler's problem? Whatever. Not Kratos'.

"Unfortunately, we're both alive and awake," Kratos says, dryly.

He maneuvers them around the vomit on the ground and gets Zelos into the bathroom, letting go of the Chosen only once he's sure Zelos isn't going to topple.

"Do you need anything else?" he asks, too polite to just leave without being told it's fine. (Even though logically he knows what Zelos probably wants of him is to just fuck off and let Zelos handle it from here. Too bad Zelos still needs a lift back to his companions.)

This is now the most embarrassing night of his life. And Zelos has had several horrible nights in his life. Kratos practically just throws Zelos into the bathroom (that's a lie, he got carefully deposited in there, he's just being a baby) and Zelos pushes himself further inside until he's got his hands on either side of the sink, heaving a little just in case he throws up again.

He feels like shit. He looks like shit. But he has to wave Kratos off if he's going to clean up and get changed, so he pathetically flaps his hand about while staring at the water running down the pink marble of the sink. He tries for a laugh and ends up with a painful wheeze. So next he clears his throat. "If I die," he begins, voice rough, "make sure to dump my body in front of the pope. It'll be funny." Zelos sets his hand back down on the sink and whines, spitting into the sink. "Leave me alone to die otherwise, though. I'll be done in a bit."

He bites onto the 'thank you' resting on his tongue instead of saying it out loud.

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I WISH I HAD MORE FUCKORED ICONS

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(kratos voice) sorry you were dying but i was finishing kh3--

[Zelos voice] How was the ending

(kratos voice) I WANT A REFUND

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