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Me: *opens drafts to look at replies*

Me: *stares for a few seconds then closes*

Me: wow that was some hard work I deserve some relaxation time

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"I'm sorry...Leo."

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|☨. don't -pant- go draining me like last time...

Cony, are you feeling better? ☹

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Later may be too late

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“You can keep walking, or turn back, or take a different road.”

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This man didn't seem of ill-will, at least his senses didn't get any dangerous vibes from Revis. Plus...even if the elder's intent was to harm Elliot, what's the worst that could actually happen? Relaxing, Elliot nodded his head a tad bit.

"Well how are we acquainted then? I'm pretty sure I would remember someone who looked like you!" Meaning an old creepy man.

The word 'remember' certainly brought back distasteful memories. The severed heads of his brothers...his sister...his mother. Their blood's stench fresh within the young Nightray's senses. The feeling of a sword stabbing right through his hand's once noble bones. His servant's...and maybe even his own, tears. Humpty Dumpty. The thing that took his life away.

No. I killed myself. He didn't kill me, I did. I certainly remember not letting my death be by the hands of that...that monster! 

"Just what do you mean, 'don't I remember'?"

Truly, Elliot was confused on that part of the man's words.

{♣Potius Mori Quam Foedare♦}

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it's safe to say that after the calender cover was released i died inside

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"So basically what you're saying is I can't be concerned for my brother since I'm not older than him? I swear, sometimes I don't know if it's you or Gilbert who is the bigger idiot."

♕| “What a miserable night….”

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"Oh...really? I thought you were just in one of your moods. What's wrong?"

♕| “What a miserable night….”

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"What, did someone finally realize brother complexes are creepy?"

♕| “What a miserable night….”

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He's...he's gone insane.

To see Leo cry the way he had done so a moment earlier...The last time Elliot had seen such a sight was moments before the blonde's own demise. Back then there were other things, quite literally, stabbing at his attention, so there wasn't much room for concern as to why tears were falling from the valet's eyes and why he couldn't make Leo feel any better.

But now, when they were in a room alone, facing each other, it tore at Elliot's heart to see his once oh so chipper friend to be in so much pain. The heir knew exactly why Leo was crying, he'd always understood his friend so well; or so he thought, that didn't mean he quite wanted to address the matter. 

Elliot wasn't ready to fully accept that he was indeed, gone. Dead. A ghost. Nothing more than a rotten soul doomed to walk for eternity among this cruel world's surface.

All this talk about accepting things...I sound like Oz. I wonder how he's doing? Probably not much better than Leo. 

That final thought brought his mind back into the current situation he was stuck in.

Does he blame himself for what happened? 

Of course he was, that was a stupid thought in the first place. It was his duty as a master...as a friend...as a...well he never did get to establish what exactly he wanted to be to Leo. He made plans of course, but dying kind of ruined them. 

Shaking his head a bit at that final part- That doesn't matter right now. I'm d-dead. There's no reason for me to talk about any of those kind of feelings to him. -Elliot stomped his foot on the dusty stone floor. It's hollow echo seemed more like a crash from the already silent nature of the room.

The sound from his foot fell upon deaf ears apparently.

Leo was laughing. Not a normal laugh either, pure insanity rung within the waves of his  hoarse voice.

For a fleeting moment, fear cast a shadow upon Elliot's heart. To hear a laugh so...mad, it was truly terrifying. Especially one coming from his servant.

That moment ended, of course. Elliot was no coward. Leo was no foe. Cerulean eyes stared dead on into the golden sparks swirling within abysmally dark irises and saw nothing but self-hatred. And denial.

“I’m hallucinating; this is nothing but a hallucination! That must be it—!!! This is a hallucination; I’m hallucinating. None of this is real…none…”

That's the final straw!

No longer caring of what was right and proper, no longer caring that Leo was crying again, no longer; no, never caring that there was always something off about his servant, Elliot grunted in anger.

"Don't you fucking dare say I'm not real! Can't you see me, I'm standing right in front of you! I'm fed up with your insanity bullshit! I'm fed up with you think that my death is your fault! Don't think you can steal something like my own demise away from me. I am Elliot Nightray, I would never, ever let someone else kill me. Especially my idiotic servant! What in the hell broke you so badly that you ended up like this?!"

Without further thought, his anger drove his fist to come in contact with Leo's seemingly fragile cheeks. 

"That's what you need, a good hard punch! Not anymore self-blame for my mistakes and my doings. Snap out of it, dammit! Where is the Leo I knew? Where is the Leo I..." Fell in love with? 

Maybe nothing really has changed about Leo.

He still pissed off Elliot to no end.

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Get the hell out of my head —-!!!

The vessel trembles at the sound of his master’s voice, shaking. This is nothing but a hallucination, it had to be. He was dead — there was nothing he could do to bring him back. He was still haunted by his prescence; his friend and equal. How foolish and stupid it was of him to actually believe that he would be lead to salvation and out of the darkness that had seeped within him; how stupid. How reckless. The golden flecks in his vision began to dance once more, and no matter what, their voices would constantly taunt him, everyday reminding him of his sin of his being, his existence, his mistake. If only he hadn’t made the contact back then; if only —

Elliot’s dead all because of me…

A lump forms in his throat; a lump too familiar, and a tear slips out from his closed eyes. Everything — every thing that had ever happened, it was all because of him. If he hadn’t been so reckless in chasing after those children in the House of Fianna; if only he had not even been brought to the orphanage, Elliot would never have met him. It would have been so much better; so much better, if they had never met. The white knight would not have been through all the pain that had happened, all because of meeting him; his cursed existence.

I’ve already decided to go back in time to kill Lacie myself.

Oh how easy it would be. To kill the woman that had been the cause of everything, and the one that had caused everyone pain. If she had never had existed, then Elliot wouldn’t have to go through all that pain, all that suffering. He wouldn’t have been the vessel of Glen Baskerville; none of this pain would have happened. None of it!

The noirette backs against the wall, trembling in fear. His voice; it was so clear, so vivid, as if Elliot himself were with him in that room. It couldn’t be; he was dead. The white knight has already passed, and he no longer belonged to this world, but a world far better then this cruel and harsh reality. It was like his nightmare had come true; of Elliot being ressurected once more, and he knew, he already knew that deep down inside of him, the Vessalius was right — Elliot would be angry at him for such reckless decisions.

No; you don’t understand; leave me alone. Leave me here to rot in my own living Hell!

Leo succumbed, and slid to the ground, cradling his head. He had gone insane— mental; it was such a wonder and bewilderment that he had not yet been taken to an Asylum for the loss of his sanity. The images of the blonde noble flashed through his mind, the voices in his head growing louder and louder in to a large phrase of curses at the vessel, causing the noirette to sob at his entire being. Why did he have to be the one to go through this? Why couldn’t they understand what he was going through? Why did he have to be born as a damned vessel of Glen Baskerville? Why?!

Did you just…give up!? Are you…you…you were supposed to go on living! What the hell is wrong with you?!

His voice, so clear, so loud and nearly alive, Leo flashed his eyes open, brimmed with crystalline tears as he saw the golden flecks dance around him, forming the solid form of someone he knew so well, causing his heart to ache even more. No; he didn’t have a heart. After his death, he already gave up on it; he didn’t deserve anything for being a sinful creature. He laughed bitterly at that; him, actually living? He should never have lived; his sins weighed him down so much, it suffocated him. He was nothing but another lost soul struggling to reach the surface for air, but died in the process of drowning in his own regrets and sins.

“Ahaha…hahaha…!!!”

His laugh mimicked nothing but a pained and useless being. Everything about it was so bitter, so torn; there was nothing left inside of him but darkness. It had destroyed him completely in so little time; did Elliot actually think that he would still be living? How stupid; Leo was already dead. He was never Leo; he always had been Leo Baskerville, the vessel of Glen Baskerville, the one that carried all their souls. After the knight had died, the biblophile was buried along with him. Leo was dead; he was far gone from this world; he could never be brought back.

The noirette stood, a hand over his eyes. “I’m hallucinating; this is nothing but a hallucination! That must be it—!!!” Leo laughed once more, on the verge of tears as he leaned back against the wall, staring in to nothing. His abyssmal irises were deadpan — empty; nothing but golden specks were reflected in them.

You’re wrong, Leo; you don’t want to destroy anything. You are just out to destroy yourself.

The Vessalius’s words echoed within his mind, causing the noirette to laugh a bit harder. It nearly humored him, that they would dare to even think about his existence; how sinful he was. Did they not know that his sanity had already been lost? Slowly, ever so slowly, it was stripped away from him; his identity, his life — everything. Leo was no longer present within him; it was Glen. He was corrupted by the existence of Glen Baskerville; Leo would never return.

“This is a hallucination; I’m hallucinating. None of this is real…none…”

His voice grew quiet now, turning in to muffled sobs. It had to be; it just had to…

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you might die...

pion-de-lunettes replied to your post: -

((…The title has me interested already. XD))

it’s an elliot and leo rendition of 50 shades of grey

with cockblockage done by humpty dumpty

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pion-de-lunettes replied to your post: -

((…The title has me interested already. XD))

it's an elliot and leo rendition of 50 shades of grey

with cockblockage done by humpty dumpty

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Anger management counseling~?

"Why the hell would I be needing those!? It isn't my fault everybody around me is completely insane, and/or a total moron."

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Give my character unwanted advice