Exist (Sequel)

Broken (Reap)

Error started sleeping down the hall, as far from Reaper as he could. He would only visit when he wanted Exist, oftentimes just taking her and leaving for a while. The message was clear enough - don't talk to me. Reaper needed to, though, eventually. He had to try to apologize and accept the consequences of his actions... even if it wasn't what Error thought it was. The opportunity came when he was getting ready for his first day at the stall. Error had left some of his yarn and products in the room, and Reaper just couldn't wait anymore. "error, we need to talk." Error didn't turn or look at him and his aura was screaming 'fuck off or i'll kill you'. Reaper had to keep going though. He knew Error would make good on that threat, but he knew Error needed to hear it. "i'm sorry i hurt you, error. i know i messed up, but please, please give me a sec-" Reaper was cut off as Error tangled him in string so tight he could feel it cutting into his bones and soul. "y-¥0-u d0n-+ 9-€+ @n¥-m0r-€ 《h-@n-《€$!!!" Error screamed as he pulled and pulled hard.

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It was just him when he came to. Error must've taken Exist with. Reaper tried not to move too much. He had been left dangling, the wings at his back a broken and mangled mess from Error's outburst. He was honestly lucky it was only his wings that had been broken. Error could've destroyed him, no problem. He supposed that meant there was still some hope of him fixing things. Reaper exhaled a pained breath. First, he would have to fix his wings. With careful maneuvering, Reaper sliced through his strings with his scythe and let himself fall onto the floor with a whimpering groan. Ugh, he was the God of Death for stars sake, this shouldn't be such a big deal- Reaper picked himself up and dragged his broken self to the bathroom to set the bones and try to heal them. He was no expert healer, but if he could at least enough so the bones wouldn't heal wrong. Then he could bandage them up and... well, he wasn't sure. Finding Error seemed like a pretty bad idea right now. He simply didn't know what his next move was.

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It would be a while before Reaper could desummon his wings. He tried to see if Encre or Sauve or Jasper was home, but it seemed to be an entire castle outing. Everyone but him anyway. Honestly, he was used to being the one left out. It was his shtick with the council... he wondered how his father and brother were doing without him. If everything they had sacrificed here had been worth it. Reaper couldn't remember a time when Error went through with it. He'd strung him up in his anger, but never actually hurt him before. Reaper wasn't sure how to respond as he let it sink in. Was he supposed to go after Error? Leave him for good? "ugh... things never used to be this complicated before..." Then again... there was never another 'Geno' before. New multiverse, new problems. Reaper took a slow breath. "err..." Reaper felt tired. Mentally exhausted and in pain. He didn't know how to show Error that he was the only one he wanted. Not without... Reaper looked at his bandaged wings and sighed again. He needed to find something to busy himself with before he drove himself insane thinking about this.