cold_dry_pieces: (Truthfully I think it was the best way)
Rudy Cooper | Brian Moser ([personal profile] cold_dry_pieces) wrote2008-11-08 12:07 pm

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Exsanguination might be a more precise, more clinical term, but I've always thought it sounds more graceful to say bled out.

Not that it's a graceful method of death-- well, to be fair, few are. Still. The first word is too harsh, too sharp, too clean; doesn't catch the meaning of the awful mess, the shock of watching it pool beneath you. Even a little cut can bleed so profusely; hot, sticky, blood takes up more space than it ought to. I hate it. The sight, the smell, the sour copper tang in the air, itching as it dries on the skin.

The second term may be too gentle. Life doesn't ebb out of the body, nor consciousness fade out to peace, as we might wish to tell ourselves. Heart drumming, it forces life swiftly from the body, and desperation to survive, to cling to consciousness, only speeds the process.

Still, I can't help but feel it was a better way to go than hypothermia. Your mind and body lie to you, then, and a false heat creeps through you, making you laugh through chattering teeth. I don't remember much of it, which is probably a kindness; too taken by numbness I doubt I died with any dignity. I never asked whether we spoke, and I think it's for the best. I don't want to know what I might have said, unreasoning and bewildered. What disjointed wisdom I might have tried to impart around a numb tongue, what unspoken questions I thought to voice. It still unsettles me that I died by choice that night. I--

No. Enough. I've said enough.

[identity profile] dirgingcerberus.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Am I to understand you've died twice?

[identity profile] dirgingcerberus.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Outside of the city, it's a feat to have pulled that off.

[identity profile] dirgingcerberus.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, I see. That makes more sense.

[identity profile] dirgingcerberus.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
As I said, more sense.

[identity profile] holymadonna.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Doctor Cooper... My deepest sympathies.

[identity profile] holymadonna.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
All that is born. It's a rule in life.

[identity profile] holymadonna.livejournal.com 2008-11-08 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Death is full of surprises as life.
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [cute] cute as a button)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
A better way and so much prettier.
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [cute] lookinatchu)

XD

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably depends on whether red goes well with the carpet.
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [cute] oh so innocent)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd have kept it!

Though we had to move out after it got on too many things.
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [noah] bored now)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
We were doing it in school, but I didn't pay much attention. Going mad like that over killing people was silly.
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[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh~, I see. But should it have bothered you if it was your blood, and not someone else's?
dreamsofnoah: (Road - [noah] sweetness of blood)

[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? The smell doesn't bother me, even if it annoys Tyki, and the taste can be so delightfully sharp~.

There don't seem to be many curses like that these days.
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[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
For some people, maybe.

They're usually too busy dying to complain, though.
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[personal profile] dreamsofnoah 2008-11-08 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I like to think so~ ♥

[identity profile] police-pinup.livejournal.com 2008-11-09 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy fucking crap, Rudy...

I... I'm sorry, babe...