ferventknight | ic contact. elliot nightray!

Elliot, it's Vincent, call me back as soon as you get this message. Gilbert is ill and we need to know if have eaten any tainted food recently.

[Elliot is the last person he's giving anything today. There's a knock on his door around eleven in the evening, and when he opens his door, he's going to find this:

Along with a note:

'I'm sorry for being such an idiot.

- Jack']

...

You - know who Glen is, right?

_{heeeheheheee~} Dearest Elliot~ seems you're not here for me to talk to. Such a shame, after all, you do still owe me that piano recital from Christmas~ ^tchsssss~

But I must thank you so completely, Little Sir Nightray, for such fun and interesting guests you have bestowed on me of late~ It is quite the task to keep leakage to a minimum in such a gentlemen as he, but aaaah Such is the beauty of my work~

And such is the beauty of yours~ _tiiihihihii~

Do take care, dear Elliot, and do not hesitate to call for me~

[Weeeeelp. It's definitely past 8:00. And Gilbert has been gone all morning, visiting the police station without Elliot.

And now he's knocking on his door...

--and then taking at least two steps back just in case Elliot opens it swinging either his fists or a sword.]

[ sometime over the course of the day, elliot will be able to find a picture slipped under his door. ]

_{[The Phancyhive manor is one of the most highly energized places in the port and as such, Kyubey is drawn there for the variety of interesting souls who live within the house. One in particular was extremely emotional, always on the swings of anger and discontent. It made Kyubey's paws tingle as he moved through the corridors of the house, unseen, unheard and undetected.

Elliot Nightray. That was the boy's name. Relative but not blood relation of the man he'd encountered the first night - Gilbert Nightray. If all went well, perhaps he wouldn't end up full of bullet holes like the last time.

Sitting on the boy's bed, Kyubey had made himself comfortable on one of the pillows, white puffy tail wrapped around him as he waited for Elliot to come to bed. He wouldn't be much longer. Kyubey knew that for a fact.]}

_{[It's late in the afternoon when Ciel comes to find Elliot in the music room. The boy seems to be playing a piece from Bach, the first Movement of Concerto No. 1 in D Minor. It causes him to pause, to hover near the entrance of the room for a moment before moving silently to take a seat and simply listen.

He has things to speak about, but they're not pressing enough to interrupt him.]}

Elliot-kun, I need a word, or perhaps a few with you. Its a rather delicate matter and I'll wish to see you about this too.

The headhunter is definitely here. I saw the Chain with my own eyes. Be alert, everyone.

[And don't ask why he's wearing that black knit cap around the house. >:]

Elliot I want to take you out for lunch today. Can you make it?

[Knocking on your bedroom door, bro.]

Elliot, are you busy?

Elliot Nightray!

That weird guy with the Snakes thinks he's in love with you!?

[A few hours after Jayden Norman leave Elliot will receive a knock on his door.]

Brother, it's Vincent.

Edited 2011-06-13 15:33 (UTC)

Elliot, Gilbert wished for me to inform you Miss Ada has left the household.

Be careful.

[ HEY, ITS THE MORNING AND YOU'RE IN YOUR ROOM.

SHUT UP I'M .... dammit whats the word. GOD-MODDING?! YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING. BECAUSE ALICE IS A F*CKING AMAZING PRINCESS AND YOU ARE IN YOUR ROOM BECAUSE SHE SAYS SO, ELLIOT.

Or, um...

It's the morning, and there is a knock on your door followed by some yelling. ]

Hey, stupid! Open up!

Edited 2011-07-25 05:04 (UTC)

Elliot. It's Vincent. Please pick up.

[Light and cheery. Like this is not the first time they've spoken since Vincent became an ex-con.

...Or is calling him because he has reports Elliot has knocked up a snake-man.]

[The bathroom billows steam as Snake comes out from soaking. It's been a long time since he's felt this warm, in heart and under his skin. Family is something he treasures, something he never had, something that found him- saved him- showed him what it's like to be loved. Something he'd lost, something he searched for, abandoned everything to try and find again, though now he knows that it was futile. They are dead, all of them. But in the search for that family, he'd found another. Found acceptance in a place he'd never expected in. And in coming to this world, he's found it again, in bounds. Warmth in the form of the twisting, grumbling body that he sleeps beside every night. Radiating heat that opens its arms to him. But that's not where it's ended.

Dressed in an emerald green sweater and a pair of blue and green plaid flannel pants that are just a bit too big on his slender hips, a towel over his head to keep the heat in, he steps into Elliot's room. He's smiling in the only way he really knows. His lips don't curl up like everyone else's, but it's in his eyes. Glittering and he looks to Elliot with adoration. He's brimming with energy as he searches for the blonde boy.] Elliot?

Elliot are you here? [It's late, he should be...]

.. You know I've never cared much about birthdays, really, but.. [ even though it's voice, you can practically hear him fiddling with the spine of a book or playing with the arms of his glasses. ] It's-- different, now. With you, I mean.

[ a pause, and he takes a breath. ]

So happy birthday. Really. I'm sorry, your birthday gift isn't done, but.. maybe we could go out and do something later if you like.

Elliot, may we speak?

[KNOCKS LOUDLY ON BEDROOM DOOR]

Elliot? As Thanksgiving Dinner is tomorrow, if there is anyone you'd like to invite you are more than welcome to extend invitations to them.

[ hi elliot your bff is dropping by unannounced and knockknockknocking at your door.

in fact, he rather resembles the old leo right now, in worn-out, oversized clothes and glasses. his hair, at least, has been combed neatly. ]

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