ferventknight | ic contact. elliot nightray!

--HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WERE IN HERE?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING SOONER?!

[Welcome home, bro.]

What?!

[ he tossed the book to the side and stood on his bed. the taller the better, you see? ]

[ no, wait. this really was his fault. welp.

whatever, who cares!! he isn't going to admit to that!]

[ now he's going to start swinging the book around at gilbert.

he won't throw it because it's Holy Knight. it's the bible to elliot, okay? ]

Well--

[ he's looking around his bed for something else to throw. oh, a pillow.

he's raising that now above his head with a free hand and tossing it gilbert's way once more. ]

Maybe if you weren't such a baby, I wouldn't have to worry about confronting you!

[ and he stopped.

staring right at gilbert..... that wasn't a good enough excuse. SIGH. but he's shaking the book at him once more. ]

It took you long enough to notice though! Idiot!

[His brain is still catching up with his mouth, unfortunately. He's yelling at his brother. His brother who is here, not just a reflection of a departed soul, and he hasn't changed at all. Death couldn't change his little brother, not even a second and third time.

He's so glad...]

[And then he takes that pillow directly to his face and remembers that they're supposed to be arguing, not crying.

Right, then.]

Don't just throw things at people when they're trying to talk to you!

[He snaps as he picks the pillow back up and shakes it at him!!]

How long have you been here?! Why are you hiding from me?! And who's being a baby about all this?!

I'll do as I please!

[ a final shake of his book was given before dropping it on the bed with an annoyed sigh. his gaze lingered on his brother for a while before his mind started thinking properly.

he really shouldn't treat gilbert like this after.. how long has it been? ]

[ that's right. kyubey told him it had been eight months.

to elliot it felt like nothing, but to gilbert that probably felt longer. ]

[ right, he probably shouldn't talk about kyubey.

or that he still has his contract.

...or that kyubey stole something from mcdonalds for him. it was just a happy meal, shut up. anyway-- ]

[ he eased himself down the side of the bed before sitting on the mattress and looking away. suddenly elliot felt sick to his stomach. guilt, probably.

shoulders hunched, elliot's brows furrowed. ]

Because I knew you would make a big deal about it...

--baby.

[All this fighting aside, sometime in the next 2 or 3 days, Gilbert will remember seeing the title of that shaking book and finally realize that Elliot has had the Holy Knight series all this time and he never realized it...

Even though he dusted his books once a week...

And he'll know that he deserves the beating that Oz will give him at that time.]

[But that's irrelevant at the moment. The only important thing at this moment is that Elliot is here, and Elliot is concerned that he'd overreact.

Just as he's doing right at this moment.

Ah, he can see that now...]

[He takes a step closer to his little brother, the shock finally wearing off to the point where the painful feeling of grief in his chest is more apparent. It hurts just as badly as it did before to see Elliot sitting here as though nothing had happened, as though he hadn't sacrificed himself for his family and friends and...]

Elliot...I'm sorry, I...

[I missed you.]

[Sorry Elliot, your brother is just going to stand here in front of you and cry. You're used to it at this point, right?]

[ when gilbert took a step closer, elliot raised his head to look towards his brother. he didn't know what to expect at this point. they were screaming at each other and now it was silent.

except for gil's words. hearing the apology, elliot's expression faltered. what an idiot. he shouldn't be apologizing. ]

[ gilbert wasn't the only one that felt the pain. elliot didn't ask for this and he knew how much it weighed on his brother.

sure, they argued a lot and they weren't of the same blood but gilbert was family. and all of that had been taken from him once before. he knew the pain.

he didn't want this, gilbert. ]

[ standing up now, he stayed still for a moment before slow stride towards gilbert. elliot would be lying if he said he didn't feel awkward but it's the least he could do right now.

reaching out, elliot placed a hand on the top of his brother's head and sighed. he's going to act like the big one here now, alright? as much as elliot is used to gilbert crying like a baby, this... this was different. ]

Don't apologize, idiot. You didn't do anything wrong.

[He really is an idiot. He's standing here breaking down even though he's watched Elliot return before, he's seen his friends come and go, and broken time should feel like normal time at this point. It's ridiculous to feel weak over it, and it's ridiculous that Elliot should have to comfort him at a time like this.

He wipes at his eyes before looking up at his little brother, expression still pained.]

I...

...still don't understand why you couldn't just tell me you were here.

[/ruins the mood always]

[ JESUS CHRIST GILBERT, LET IT GO-- ]

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