[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[dramatispersonae]

"You don't need anodyne for something this small. If you didn't want to be hurt, then you shouldn't have gotten it broken to begin with!"

Elliot may not be the best at bandages, but he does a modest job. It should do.

[crueltobekind]

[Elliot gets a lot of sniveling whimpering broken bones hurt]

I didn't do it on purpose!

[dramatispersonae]

"Hah! So? Accidents happen, glass breaks, you clean it up, then go on with it. Don't you have an ounce of shame in you?"

[crueltobekind]

A glass breaking isn't the same as a bone breaking.

[dramatispersonae]

"If you're any kind of man, this isn't the first time you've broken a bone before."

Elliot takes a seat in the arm chair when he finishes.

[crueltobekind]

It doesn't hurt less the more it happens. What kind of insensitive jerk are you?

[dramatispersonae]

"I'm a man who has some pride and doesn't cry over small scrapes!"

[crueltobekind]

It's not some insignificant scrape!

[dramatispersonae]

"It's just your finger, brat. Now, explain yourself! What were you really doing here?"

[crueltobekind]

It hurts. And I'm looking for Vincent.

[dramatispersonae]

There is a mixture of insult and anger as he smiles.

"Hah, and you're looking here? As if he'd come to this place!"

[crueltobekind]

Why won't he come here?

[dramatispersonae]

"Don't ask me to figure that man out. He doesn't make any sense at all, always doing just as he pleases, tch."

[crueltobekind]

Well, what's going on here? . . . If it's alright to ask.

[dramatispersonae]

Elliot takes a ring off the small table. It is made of a dark silver with the Nightray crest on the front, and he rolls it in between his fingers.

"Aah, what does it look like?"

[crueltobekind]

A funeral . . .

[dramatispersonae]

"You have some brains, then. It's mourning."

[crueltobekind]

Can I ask who . . . ?

[dramatispersonae]

He gives a deep, heavy sigh, eyes closed.

"My mother, my uncle, Fred, Claude, Ernest, and Vanessa."

[crueltobekind]

[. . . wow I have no idea how to react to that]










I. I-I'm so sorry . . .

[dramatispersonae]

"Sorry? Hah, you don't have to be sympathetic. It was my fault for not realizing."

[crueltobekind]

Why shouldn't I be sympathetic? That's—awful . . .

[dramatispersonae]

"Because it was my fault. Failing my family, letting it fall to pieces . . . Can you understand what that is truly like?"

[crueltobekind]

No . . . not enough to understand this.

[dramatispersonae]

"Then, don't waste your sympathy. It may have been my fault, but I will also right this. I won't be lost to despair."