ferventknight | ic contact. elliot nightray!

[Why are you so mad bawwww]

-- did something happen?

[BECAUSE HE IS.]

I made the mistake of talking to him over the network without knowing it was him in the first place! What the hell do you think?

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He wasn't so bad until you found out his name, was he?

No, he seemed pretty calm but I knew there wasn't something right about him..

--then I gave my name and the smile he gave wasn't exactly the one someone would feel eased around.

I'm sorry. You're one of the four noble houses, and he likes to-- mess with their heads.

Are you all right?

That doesn't give him an excuse!

I'm fine; just a bit uneasy with him being here obviously. Why the hell are you bringing him up? --don't tell me. [Please don't start questioning him again.]

Yes, it doesn't, but you have to remember he's still Duke Baskerville, and is used to doing as such.

[SORRY ELLIOT.]

I'm just...a little worried. Elliot— [How to phrase this without sounding like a total crackpot.] Don't- if the situation ever comes up, don't play Lacie in front of him.

I still won't stand it.

[An annoyed groan.]

Dammit, I thought we were over this whole thing. I think I learned the lesson not to play it in front of you guys. Thanks to someone.

Good. He needs someone to stand up to him, he's a right git sometimes.

[why're you like that >:]

Well, my apologies then, but we have to be careful. Have...

Be honest with me. Have you been hearing voices in your head?

[A pause.. Somehow he doesn't feel safe talking about this regardless of it being private.]

Jack, where are you right now?

[Oh hell. He was hoping Elliot was going to say no.]

Out in the gardens. Near the roses.

..We'll talk there.

[A click before making his way out there. He's taking his time because he still doesn't know how to feel about you, okay Jack? But he'll make it out there about five or ten minutes later.]

[Jack's pruning roses, actually, and he looks up as Elliot approaches. He-- wasn't really expecting him to actually come down here, but.]

...Elliot? [A white rose falls to the ground.]

[He'll approach slowly before stopping a few feet away. A sigh before avoiding eye contact.]

You asked if I heard voices.. What makes you think I have?

[He was really hoping they wouldn't have this conversation. Jack sets the shears down.]

Glen composed that melody, a hundred years before your time.

[He shakes his head, looking down at a rose.]

I hate to bring this up, but— that night, when I lost my mind? Do you remember what I told you?

[Jack looks at Elliot.]

That stands partly true. Glen's successors retain the memories of the previous ones, though suppressed.

How can I forget what you told me..?

[A quick glance while listening to the older man. It makes sense but he doesn't want to admit such a thing. So he'll skip to the point.]

I've been having a few headaches lately but with that.. just a few speaking in my head.

[Oh shiiit. Jack goes pale.]

Do you have memories of— things you haven't done? Places you've never been to?

....

[Welp. Elliot took a while to answer that one. Yes and no.. Giving a few moments of thought before taking his chance to speak.]

I wouldn't necessarily call them memories, Jack. [He'll stop, shaking his head. This was harder than he thought; no one really knew about the dreams except for Leo.

..Leo. Cue just one headache right now.

Walking to sit upon the bench, he'll lace his fingers together, placing them against his forehead. He began sounding very unsure about what he started saying.] The entire place is on fire, and I'm just standing there with my sword..

A few times, I saw the back of someone's head but I couldn't make out who it was. I think I killed the people there, Jack. My sword was--... [He'll stop now. He didn't feel too comfortable.]

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You—

[Jack hesitates, before following Elliot to the bench, touching one of the roses at this side of the path. He'd described how Glen would've seen it. Sablier was all fire and blood and to have memories - if not memories, dreams - of such...

It could mean a lot of things. Jack doesn't want to believe any one of them.]

There's actually more than one explanation for that, but. Have you told anyone else about it?

[Swallowing the lump in his throat, Elliot closed his eyes before giving a remark back.]

Yes, just one..

[He'll bring a hand up and place index and middle finger against his temple.]

Leo knew about the dreams. He'd be there when I woke up from them.

Leo? Your...servant, right?

[He takes a step closer, but doesn't dare move to comfort him; Elliot seems like the flighty sort.]

Yes. Him.

[He'll sit up fully, placing his hands against his knees to grip firmly. He felt something inside him become slightly displeased with his next few words.]

He was once here but then.. he was taken away by what brings us here.

I know the feeling.

[He smiles wryly.] I'm sorry.

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