A Slow Decent [Eliza]

[eliza]

Eliza sighed. At least she was more calm now that she had been just a few minutes ago, but the pain had also dulled quite a bit. She smiled up at him as he ran his hand through her hair. It felt nice, especially since it showed, in her eyes anyways, that he cared. She smiled more when he said that he can think of a few things. Really? She leaned up and kissed him.

”And what would those things be exactly?” she said smiling. She leaned in kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his neck. She knew what he meant, same thing would happen that did when he first marked her. He would cut into her then they would fuck, right? Well he had cut up Aleksei’s mark and then wanted to fuck her. Or was it just something with sociopaths and using knives on other people that got them going? Cause after Aleksei marked her, the same thing happened that did with James.

Maybe they were more alike than she had ever realized. Both licked some of the blood off of her skin when they were cutting her. Although James went to actually sucking the blood out of the one cut that he had made on her neck. Either way, they were similar.

WORDS ;; about 200
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; james
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; eww short

[james thomas leroy]

Fingers slid down to the waistband of her jeans and skillfully around to the button that kept it on her. Pulling it open, he moved on to the zip next, sliding that down slowly. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," he told her with a smile. He knew of course that she had to be fully aware of where this was going. He had given her all the right signs, the expressions, the tone of his voice, the way he leaned in close to her neck so that she could feel the warm breath against her skin. It was all there but then this was a game.

A lot of the time, people didn't say what they really meant. Most didn't feel the need to be quite so direct but even a deflection or lie or feigned ignorance was enough to hint at the truth. It was like everyone had come together and agreed on the terms on this form of misdirection. This meant that figuring it out took just a fraction more time when he was younger but James was an intelligent guy, he knew how this worked and he had learned to like it and to work with it well enough to use it to his advantage.

Reaching for the neck of her jacket, James pulled it off before leaning in to kiss her again. Moving his hand down till it reached hers, James took it and pulled it up over her head before taking the other and doing the same. With one hand, he held both her wrists, though not too forcefully before letting his free hand slide down her body slowly.

[eliza]

Eliza smiled as he began to remove her pants. As he worked on that she kicked off her boots. Of course they hadn’t been tied, who did that now a days. She smiled more when he said that she’d figure it out. Of course she already knew, and he knew that as well. She let her fingers trail along the edge of his shirt before raising it. Her fingers trailed along his skin as she lifted it up, but before she reached where his arms were stopping her from fully taking it off his shirt he had reached up and slid off her jacket, breaking her arms away from him. Eliza kissed him back.

As his hand moved down to join hers she wondered what he was doing, but it was immediately ceased when he brought it above her head and held it there. He was doing, once again, the same thing as Aleksei, giving her no power, no way to do anything she wanted. She was once again at the mercy of a sociopath. As he second hand joined her other, and his hand held them in place at the wrists she felt her other had trailing down her body.

She wanted to ask him what was with sociopaths and pinning her arms, but that would give her away. She didn’t want him to know that she had also fucked Aleksei. That probably wouldn’t end well for her. She didn’t know how he would react, but probably not well. She wasn’t one to try it, well she was, she had tried both James and Aleksei, James with proving that he owned her on the roof, and Aleksei to mark her. Needless to say both hadn’t really worked out in her favor, more of theirs.

But what can you say? Curiosity killed the cat. she couldn't help herself, she wanted to know why. As she broke their kiss she moved her head to the side. "Whats with sociopaths and pinning people?" she said. She wasn't sure how else to word it, but she immediately wanted to take it back. He hadn't pinned her the first time, only Aleksei had pinned her before right now. She just gave herself up.

WORDS ;; about 400
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; james
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; its ok i guess ><

[james thomas leroy]

The room was dark and dusty but James was never bothered by that kind of thing. In fact, darkness was always a good cover for things one wished to hide. Right now there was no need for secrets. He knew Eliza well enough. He knew she wasn't smart enough to do what he said since she had let Alek get that close but as far as James was concerned, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

James was rather successful at ignoring the obvious. He knew that Alek and him shared some similarities but he tried not to let his mind get the better of him and over think it all. The last thing he needed to do was to get all paranoid and lose control of his own actions. James had a rather unpredictable and very, very impulsive streak but often that was obscured by the need to measure, collect data and fight for control, even if it was with himself.

When Eliza spoke, James froze. He stopped everything and just stared right into her eyes with cold, calm anger. This time there was no need to fake very much. He knew what she would have done or at least what Alek would have done and trying not to think about it didn't work so well when the girl was saying stupid things like that to make the situation worse.

It was obvious what had happened. "You.. fucking... whore," he said, gripping her wrists a little tighter. He distinctive recalled not pinning her last time so it wasn't as though she had the excuse of wondering if this was something he did a lot. Obviously she had been in a similar position before and James knew she hadn't met a sociopath before him so why.. Oh why would she say a stupid thing like that.

Pulled out his switch blade again, James heard the dull click as the blade swung into place. "I guess you're really not worth it after all," he told her, the knife plunging straight into her gut. If he had wanted to kill her, he would have but she wasn't even worth the effort. Holding his knife there she leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Now why would you make me do a thing like that?" he asked, as though this were all her fault. Leaning back, he threw her to the ground and stared at her for a moment.

In a spilt second, James leaned down beside her, unsure of when the decision had been made, he lifted up her shirt enough to see the initials he had craved into her. "You don't deserve this," he told her, running the blade over it just once, crossing it out. Wiping the blood on her shirt, he retracted the blade and slid it back into his pocket. Standing up, he looked at her for another second and walked out the door as though nothing had happened.

He had no intention of killing her today, this was just a lesson for her to learn, to leave her in her thoughts and perhaps regret her actions. It didn't matter either way James just didn't want to let her get away with that and besides, with the door ajar it wasn't as though she'd stay undiscovered for long.

[eliza]

Eliza hated how the room was dark. She couldn’t fully see his expressions but she could feel his muscles stop moving entirely. This wasn’t good. Why did she even open her mouth? She was such a dumb ass at times and this was one of them. She let out a small gasp in protest as he gripped her wrists tighter. She shut her eyes tightly and she vaguely heard him call her a whore. She had given away that she slept with Aleksei and he knew about it now.

She breath hitched as she heard a dull click. Was it the knife again? She hoped not. As soon as he said that she wasn’t worth it after all she was about to say something back but she felt the knife enter her body. She leaned forward, trying to get away from the burning and stinging sensation racking her body. She clenched her eyes shut harder than she had been before.

She felt her body moving, but it wasn’t her doing it. She was beginning to go numb, whether it was from the pain and her body was trying to cope, or the adrenaline rushing through her veins it didn’t matter. She felt herself hit the hard tiled floor that lined the hallway and the closet that he had dragged her into.

She thought that he was just going to leave her there, but of course not. He had more things to finish before walking out. She felt the blade get pulled across her skin one more time, but this time it was where his initials had been carved and healed into her skin. Just what she needed. As he wiped the blood off of the knife and onto her shirt she opened her eyes just in time to see him open the door and walk out, leaving the door ajar.

She reached over and grabbed her jacket that had been thrown to the floor. Thank god he had only unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She pressed her jacket against where James had stabbed his knife into her skin but it helped that it also covered his initials. So she was able to apply pressure to both of the wounds. Although she would want to do it to the one on her neck, she couldn’t right now.

She looked at the door when she heard footsteps coming towards her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Just what she needed. Someone finding her. She clenched her eyes shut once again as the adrenaline began wearing off and the pain was coming back. ”Fuck” she said softly. Did she want someone to find her? Yes, but she’d rather have it be someone that she knew.

WORDS ;; exactly 450 cause i'm that good
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; aleksei's turn now <3

[tristan]

Tristan wasn‘t having the best of days. He hadn‘t had a hit in two days, and what little cocaine he had left wasn‘t going to last him. If he weren‘t to get anything in the next few hours, he was definitely going to start feeling the withdrawls soon. It wasn‘t like he didn‘t have a supplier now, the only problem was getting a hold of the guy. He wasn‘t the easiest to talk to either, but it was someone nonetheless. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes in a tired fashion. Maybe he‘d stop by the nurses office and see if he could get some methadone. It would at least hold him over for the time being, until his dealer called him back with his stuff.

Scratching at the inside of right arm, he was pretty much out of it. His skin was growing clammy, a slight cold sweat was beginning to break out over his body. He was irritated and very uncomfortable in his own skin at the moment. He hated the feeling. He‘d rather push himself through a window and deal with the cuts than to feel like his skin was crawling. It was too disgusting for him to even think about at the moment. Shaking his head, he ruffled his hair some as he made his way through the hallway. Usually, he was one to mind his own business. But something was off here, far more off than his own body at the moment. He paused in his steps and stepped back into the shadows. Narrowing his brow, he saw a guy walk by briskly as though he were angry, running from something. Raising one eye brow, Tristan held his breath and waiting for the person to be gone for good before stepping back into the light.

What was his deal? Then again, that was a thought that ran through Tristan‘s mind quite often after he had arrived there. Shaking his head once more, he moved toward to open door that the guy had briskly ran from. He had heard some slight whimpering, like someone was hurt and then that usual ‘fuck‘ that came when someone was in danger of sorts. Moving a bit quicker, he pushed the door open and peaked his head in. What he saw nearly blew his mind. He could catch the scent of blood, having been used to seeing it and smelling it whenever he did something stupid. ”Eliza!”

Tristan moved to kneel beside her. What had that guy done to her? Shaking his head, he wasn‘t quite sure what to do. His mind was so foggy at the moment that he was just confused as all hell. ”We have to get you to a doctor.” He saw a thin line of burgundy running down her neck and he frowned, reaching up and brushing his finger against it lightly. Pulling back, he looked at his now blood covered finger tips. ”Liza.. What happened, you‘re bleeding?” For being the comforting guy that he was, he scooped her up into his arms bridal style and stood up. He needed to get her out of there quick, before the guy who did this to her got back.

Tags:Eliza, I take it? XD
Notes: Is this good? If not, just holler at me.

[eliza]

Eliza heard a familiar voice and she looked up. It was Tristan. When he knelt down next to her she leaned on her one elbow, propping herself up. She didn’t know what was up with him, but she wanted to get out of there. She didn’t want to go to a doctor though, how would she explain being stabbed because she had been marked by two sociopaths without giving them away.

It was her own fault, she kinda deserved it, but she wouldn’t take it that far. ”Take me to Aleksei, not the doctor” she said as she pulled the jacket off to reveal the stab wound in her stomach. As he noticed the red streaks now running down her neck she felt him touch it and it sting. ”fuck” she said pulling away slightly.

”It’s a long story, I’ll explain when Aleksei is there.” she said as he picked her up. She let one arm hold onto him around his shoulder, and the other was pressed to her stomach still. She knew that James wouldn’t be coming back. He was pissed, and rightfully so. In a way she was acting like a complete whore, she knew it, could she stop it at the time? Of course not.

She prepared herself for going outside into the freezing temperatures. She didn’t have her jacket on, but that’s because it was still pressed to her side. Fuck, the pain radiating through her body was enough to deal with, let alone the stinging from both the other cuts he happened to create.

WORDS ;; exactly 259
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; tristan
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; i lied, really that was for tristan after an amazing plot came to me while going pee <3

[tristan]

She didn't want to see a doctor?! She had to be crazy! Then again, he thought this through as she lay in his arms, he himself wouldn't want to go to the doctors. Especially if he were in her position. He saw the stab wound in her stomach and clentched his eyes shut. Something inside of him just, how should he put this, like someone put a bunch of TnT in his stomach and pushed the button to explode it all. He rarely if never got that feeling. In fact, the last time he had that feeling was when he held his bother in his arm after he tried to commit suicide. He couldn't quite put it together as to why he felt the need to protect Eliza or murder the gu that did this to her. Needless of not knowing why, he knew that it needed to happen. "I don't know if Leks can help you with this one, but if that's what you want, I'll take you to him. I'm sure he'd want to know anyway.

Tristan held her tightly to his body as he kicked the door open with his shoe and headed out into the hallway. His skin even seemed to be understanding with the current situation, or perhaps his adrenalin was kicking in. Either way, he was okay with it. Looking down at her, his lips curled down into a worried frown. "We'll get you taken care of, Eliza. You wanna tell me who did this though?" It had finally clicked in his mind as to why he thought he needed to look after her. She was Aleksei's. End of story. And being his roommate and friend, he felt the need to help him take care of what was his when he wasn't there. Usually he wouldn't give half a shit, but for some reason he felt the need to keep Aleks happy and make sure his girl was okay. Which meant taking down the guy that harmed her. Even if it were merely holding him down while Aleks stabbed the kid to death. Alright, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He really was hanging out too much with Aleksei.

Tags:Eliza!
Notes: When do you want to move this to Aleks and Tristan's dorm?

[eliza]

Eliza nodded as he said that Aleksei would want to know anyways. Of course he would, James had crossed out his mark. She kept the pressure constant on her side even when he held her tightly to him. She wanted the bleeding to stop, and it had from him crossing out his mark, but the stab wound was something else.

She rested her head against his shoulder. She didn’t know why but before she was even outside her body was cold.(she may not know, but I’m sure everyone else does, blood circulating the body keeps it warm, lack of blood equals drop in temperature) When he asked who did it she paused for a moment. Did she want to tell him, or wait for Aleksei. But she was sure Aleksei would know anyways. Since who else would cross out his mark, then get pissed enough to stab her and cross out the other mark.

Only three people knew about the marks. James, cause he made one, and had just found out about the other, Aleksei, because he made one, and at the huge party she was showing it off, but was dragged away before anyone other than Aleksei could see it. And now Tristan, he first learned about Aleksei’s when she went to get it cleaned in his dorm room, but he had to have noticed the small bit of blood on her shirt further over than the stab wound.

She shook her head. ”I’m sure Aleksei knows, the second he sees me that is” she said finally. Her voice held no worry, of course she knew that it wasn’t fatal, because if James wanted to kill her, he would have. He had been given multiple opportunities to kill her, and still the only way she would die this time, was if she bled out, and she was keeping the blood in pretty well.

WORDS ;; exactly 314
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; tristan
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; i'll move it now?

[tristan]

Tristan shook his head slightly and sighed. As long as Aleks knew what to do, all would be well in his book. He wasn’t going to lie, he was actually damn confused about the entire situation and how Aleks would know as soon as he saw her. What was that supposed to even mean? He raised a brow in question to himself as he leaned down and pulled the door open to the cold outside world. He tried to keep her as warm as possible, but with her losing blood, she would be cold no matter what he did. He was just hoping that she wasn’t going to lose too much blood. Because if that were the case, even if it weren’t a fatal wound, he was pretty sure Aleks didn’t have the equipment to do a blood transfusion.

Moving through the area skillfully, he made sure that no one would see them… because wouldn’t that be a fun conversation. ‘What do you have here?’ ‘Well, we were pretending to be ninjas and she was stabbed. It isn’t fatal in the least bit, I just need to get her to her boyfriend. He’s pretty skilled with knives as well.’ Rolling his eyes at the thought, he once again leaned down awkwardly and pulled open the door to the boys dorm rooms. Rushing up to his dorm, he threw the door open and rushed her over to his bed, laying her down. ”Aleks, get your ass over here. She’s bleeding.” Moving out of the way, Tristan stood by the foot of his bed. He looked down at his shirt and sighed, his shoulder had blood smears on it, as well as on his stomach. She was bleeding from multiple places… and this made him nervous as all hell. The itchy feeling on his skin was beginning to return.

Tags:Eliza!
Notes: Right now works for me. (:

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks had his back against the headboard of his bed, his fingers greedily turning the pages of a book. Yeah, he read quite a lot. Fuck off, the people and places you found in books were a lot more fucking interesting than the real life ones. Unfortunately. And of course, just as he was there, reading a book, all peaceful and shit, Tristan and Eliza had to storm in. Aleks nearly rolled his eyes, but then... Well, then he noticed the situation, and swore under his breath. "Fuck." A sheet of rage flew up in his brain, making his nails dig into his palms, raising perfect red crescents as he jumped of the bed, the book forgotten, falling off the side and made his way over to where Tristan and Eliza had just entered. His eyes flashed up and down her body, counting and calculating her injuries, before he had to turn away and press the heels of his hands into his eyes. No, not because he was fucking worried or any of that shit. No, the fucking bastard destroyed his fucking property, and cut up his mark. Or at least, he assumed so, from the blood dripping from her neck. But at the same time as this rage which bubbled up inside him at James (because really, who else could of done this? He wasn't dumb), his dominant, protective side came out, and he pushed this forward. He'd have time later to make James wish he was dead. At the moment he had to concentrate on Eliza, she was what was important now. She was his, and he would look after her.

"Put her down on my bed, and raise her legs. Stuff some pillows under them or something." His eyes cut across from Eliza to Tristan as he gave the boy instructions, before he went over to the side table by the bed, opened it, flipped open the Bible, and took out two Lorazepam. Cause really, him storming off in rage would never be conducive to something like this. And the cool, calm logical part of him, which had just began to surface, knew how to deal with his anger. And yeah, he didn't normally want it dealt with. But right now? Right now, Lorazepam was a fucking saviour, really.

Going over to the chest of drawers, he simply yanked out the bottom drawer and brought it over to the bed. Far better than running back and forth if he needed something. Okay, for now, from he could see, her neck was probably going to be fine. It was the rose of blood blooming from her stomach which needed to be worked on. He took a pair of scissors and a huge wad of gauze out of the drawer, before taking Eliza's jacket out of her hands, and cutting her top off her, also yanking her pants down slightly. Fuck off, the girl could complain about being half naked later, he needed a clean work space. Using the gauze as a wipe, and grabbing hydrogen peroxide out of the drawer, he wiped down and compressed the wound alternately. Really, compression and some sort of stitching was what it needed, but he couldn't see what he needed to do unless he wound was clean enough to be visible. Fuck, and he really needed to have gloves on, or simply to just clean his hands. Well, he'd have to make do with what he had, wouldn't he? He splashed some of the peroxide over his hands quickly, before he turned back to the wound, and probed at it, to see how deep it was, and then, the most important thing, if it had hit anything. Not that Aleks was a master surgeon, but he had patched up some pretty deep shit on himself and gotten away with it, and he understood the importance of not getting doctors involved.

Okay, well, hadn't hit anything. It was pretty much a clean cut, meant to hurt, and punish someone, but not meant to kill. Yeah, okay, if Aleks tried to patch it up himself there was about a 10% chance Eliza would end up in hospital for something or other, but personally? Aleks preferred to risk that 10% and not get anyone involved. His eyes flicked to Tristan, and he motioned with his head for Tristan to kneel down next to him. "Hold that down, and keep it compressed." He kept his hand over the gauze, pushing down on the wound until he was sure Tristan had it, before turning away from Eliza and grabbing a needle and thread from the drawer. No, they were not the needle and thread they used in hospitals, this was just plain old needle and thread. Although, it was the nylon-esque thread, which didn't have annoying snags, and shit like that. His fingers were shaking slightly as he pushed the black end of the thread through the needle, the anger in his mind pushed to the back, but still very much there.

Turning back to Eliza, he pushed Tristan's hand out of the way, his eyes flicking up to Eliza's face for a second. "This may hurt just a little bit." A grin came out the side of his mouth as he said it. Fuck, the girl had just been stabbed, she wouldn't feel a thing, he was pretty sure. He hooked the needle into her skin at the edge of the cut, placing the stitches deep and wide enough so that there was no chance they'd come out. Yeah, she'd have a scar, but anyone who gets stabbed gets a fucking scar, that's life. One the stitches were in, nice and even, he grabbed some cotton pads from the drawer, soaked them in hydrogen peroxide, and washed the wound some more. Then, of course, came the general bandaging. Gabbing a clean gauze out of the drawer, and a crepe bandage, he placed the gauze over the wound, holding it down. "Sit up." Supporting her back with one hand, the other wrapped the crepe bandage around her middle as many time as it would go, and then fixing it still, he looked over his work. "Lie down." He sat back on his heels, looking her over. Okay. Only a 10% chance of anything going badly. He could live with that. Oh, yeah, and then there were the two smaller outlets of blood. From what he had observed, one had been James crossing out his own marking. The other had been James crossing out Aleks. Fuck, he'd make sure that didn't scar. He wouldn't just kill James, he'd tie him down and torture him if he messed up his engraving completely. Yeah, if he could fix it, fine. If not.... James would be begging for death.

Oh. Yeah. Aleks looked down at Eliza again. She was half naked. "Hey Tristan? Can you get Eliza some more comfy clothes? Get her something of mine, I don't mind." His voice had lost some of sharp calmness which it had help when he had been stitching Eliza up. He glanced at Tristan, and sent him a small smile while he got out some steristrips, and applied some hydrogen peroxide to more cotton swabs, to start working up the mess that was his and James' carving. James' he was going to leave a mess, even if he did patch it up. His? This was no longer a fucking medical operation, it was a fucking restoration of art.

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^{TAG - eliza&&tristan.
WORDS - just under one thousand two hundred and fifty.
NOTES - it's loooooong O.o
TUNES - i'm a fake, the used.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza shivered more at the feeling of the cold air blast into her. She leaned more into his body, trying to sap his warmth from him to keep herself warm. She felt the cold air go away but she still felt cold. She buried her head into his shoulder. She heard the door open, to what she was guessing was the dorm room. As she heard Tristan tell Aleks that she was bleeding he immediately responded.

As Tristan set her down on Aleks bed and listened to what he told him to do, she heard drawers opening and then some louder noises. She looked over at him as he brought the drawer over to the bed. It probably was the best idea. Eliza looked up at him and leaned her head back against the pillows.

As he took her jacket out of her hands she bit her lip. She didn’t want to freak out, but she was beginning to. As he cut her shirt off she shivered slightly and felt him pulling her pants down slightly. James had made that easier for him, being her pants were already unbuttoned and unzipped.

She flinched as the hydrogen peroxide hit her wounds. It stung but she couldn’t do anything about it, it still hurt to move too much. As he tested to see how deep it was she let out a small gasp. It had stung since he had doused his hands in hydrogen peroxide. As Aleks involved Tristan she shut her eyes.

They were both compressing gauze against her wound and the pressure hurt the still sensitive area, but it was for the better. She opened her eyes again when she felt the hand move away from the wound and Aleks told her that it may hurt a little. She felt a small sting when the needle first entered her skin, but the still burning sensation from the peroxide and the general wound was still present overriding the stitches.

After what she guessed all the stitches were in she felt more stinging. Obviously he was cleaning it. As he told her to sit up, she sat up as far as she could before feeling immense pain radiating from her stomach still. As he wrapped her entire midsection with a crepe bandage she opened her eyes again. She lied back, letting her head rest against the pillows when Aleksei told her to.

She smiled as he had softened his voice a little. After he finished with her stab wound he moved onto the markings. As he just simply patches James’ so that it would heal she moved on her side slightly, giving him access to her neck, and his mark, without hurting her side too much.

WORDS ;; exactly 454
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; tristan;;aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; its kinda long

[tristan]

For being quite out of touch with his doctoring skills and going through minor withdrawls, Tristan was doing pretty good with doing what he was told. He grabbed a couple pillows and moved quickly to place them under her legs and prop them up. His eyes drifted over to Aleks as he shuffled through his drawers, popping a couple pills, and grabbing a drawer full of what could only be supplies. He could only hope that Aleks knew exactly what he was doing. Watching him closely, Tristan continued to do as he was told, pressing down on Eliza's stomach where the wound was and keeping pressure on it. To be completely honest, Tristan was at a complete loss for words. He'd never been in a situation like this. Granted, he's done this to a person and left them for dead, but he's never been on the receiving end or had to watch someone go through it. He'd never had to help before.

Having his hand pushed away, Tris sat back on his heels and watched Aleks go to work with the needle. The guy was talented with his hands, that was for sure. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched closely. He had always had a facination with needles and skin. Naturally, he wasn't going to bring that up now seeing as this just didn't seem like a good time. Rubbing at his brow when Aleks had finished, he sat back up and helped hold Eliza up while he worked with the wrap and then helped her lay back down. Nodding his head at Aleks' next request, Tris ran over to the closet and pulled out the first tee shirt that he found and grabbed for a pair of sweat pants. Holding them up as he walked over, he spoke up softly, "Will these do?" He knelt down next to Aleks, "If you sit up just a bit, we'll help you get comfortable." He opened up the tee shirt and moved to pull it over her head and put her arms through the sleeves. He then moved to the jeans that were already basically around her knees and pulled them off the rest of the way, only to replace them with the sweat pants. Reaching over to his own bed, he grabbed an extra blanket and laid it over her. Falling back into the sitting position next to Aleks, he fell to the side, landing his head right in Aleks lap. He had the worlds worst migrane coming on. Closing his eyes, he laid there for a moment before speaking up, "Someone care to explain to me why someone would want to stab Eliza? And cross out your mark?" Rubbing at his temples, he sat back up and looked between the two of them.

Tristan was truly curious about the entire situation. He probably should have waited until Aleks was finished with all three injuries before asking any questions, but he wasn't the best at keeping his mouth shut in certain situations. He rubbed at Eliza's leg in a soothing manner as he continued to look at Aleks for an answer. "It's not like someone would just randomly do this. Especially to someone like her. So who was it, and why? Because the asshole diserves a major beat down." And Tris was going to stick by that.

Tags:Eliza, Aleks
Notes: Here ya go!

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Finger wiped away the blood from around James' marking, then placed a cloth plaster over the area. He was determined that the wound which slashed through the bastard's initials would scar, permanently erasing James' ownership from Eliza. He was hers goddammit, and the only fucking good thing that had come out of this was the fact that no one else longer claimed any ownership over her. And talking about ownership... His fingers had now gone up to the back of her neck, cleaning of the blood, before carefully pulling the wound together and placing steristrips over it. Now, the wounds that crossed this scarification out had better not fucking scar, or he'd fucking bash something. But then, he intended to steristrip this up, then use make Eliza use bioOil on the cuts once they had healed enough to do so. And yeah, if he needed to, he'd go over his rose. Pressing down on the edges of the steristrips to keep them in place, he left the wound open, with no covering. Why? If you covered a wound, it healed with more scarification, and more slowly. He wanted to exact fucking opposite from this perpendicular marks of graffiti.

Aleksei nodded his assent, before watching as Tristan pulled Eliza into his clothes. His mind was being pulled two ways, from the fact that someone else was touching his property so soon after that had been threatened, but at the same time, Tristan was following his orders, and dressing Eliza in his clothes. And then the way Tristan went and laid his head in Aleks' lap? His whole body stiffened for a second, before relaxing in one fell swoop. His hand hovered a bit awkwardly for a second, before, his finger ran over some of the tattoos that lay on the boy's neck. Yeah, he was certainly pretty fucking pretty... But then the next words which rolled past the other boy's lips pushed that out of his mind, a low growl emitting from his throat. Fuckin "James. That fucking bastard who marked her before me, he's going to fucking die." And no, that wasn't a figure of speech thank you very much, it was a complete and utter truth.

An eyebrow quirked as Tristan stated that James needed to be beat up. Cause you know, when Aleks did his shit it was mainly a solo dive, if you know what I'm saying. At the same time... You know, back up could be refreshing. That is, if Tristan could be right for it. But then, Aleks was pretty sure Tristan would be fucking perfect for it. Just the right amount of obedient and headstrong. And probably a really good fucking fighter. Which naturally lead to the conclusion that "You wan to help me deal with him?" His eyes flicked to Tristan's , locking into the blue as he waited for an answer.

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^{TAG - eliza&&tristan.
WORDS - bit under five hundred.
NOTES - now night night!
TUNES - the sound of a city at night..
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza heard Tristan ask if the clothes that he had picked out were good. And she saw Aleksei nod. She felt weird as Tristan began dressing her. But it wasn’t like she could do it, probably because Aleksei would stop her. And the second reason being it would hurt. It hurt to sit up fully so yeah, not a good idea. As she sat up partially when he went to put the shirt on she sighed. She felt completely helpless. And she absolutely hated it.

Eliza shut her eyes, trying to block out what the boys were saying and trying to relax, that was until she heard Tristan ask who had stabbed her. She had told him that Aleksei would know. She looked over towards the two. Now that Tristan was sitting back up she smiled at him. She heard Aleksei explain who it was and she looked away. Yeah, once again she would sound like a whore. Being owned and marked by multiple people wasn’t the best idea.

Although as soon as Tristan said that he deserved to be injured she smiled and looked back at the two. As Aleksei asked if Tristan wanted to help him she sighed. She didn’t want them fighting, she knew how good James was with a knife and how good Aleksei would. It could only end bad.

How could two sociopaths fighting be good anyways. She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t want Aleksei to get hurt. Or James. She was confused, she wasn’t sure if she should hate James just because he stabbed her, because if she had listened to him then this wouldn’t have happened. ”Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she questioned softly, still looking towards the wall.

WORDS ;; about 300
STATUS ;; finished
TAGGED ;; tristan;;aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; this is shit.