002 ~ [Dream]
May. 26th, 2011 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
disruptstaticeWarnings: Spoilers for the latest aaarc, but not really huge ones, unless you click the second link I guess. Ah, that link might be a little disturbing too.
Effects: Happiness and excitement at first, uneasiness, emotional pain (or something) and concern later.
[Filtered from one Elliot Nightray since the thread with Vanessa.]
It starts out dark, with just the melody of a song, silently, in the black. But soon, there’s a voice. Those who know Leo would recognise it as his.
”Elliot, this is for you. This is to show my gratitude for ’Statice’.”
A hand holding a piece of paper, dressed in a white sleeve shows up in the darkness, and quickly the light spreads to show Leo himself, and he’s holding out said paper towards Elliot. He’s smiling, and it’s a genuine smile, not just one he wears to tease or act. It’s always hard to tell since half of his face is always covered by glasses and hair, though, so you would only be able to truly tell if you really knew him.
Elliot is smiling as well, one of those rare soft smiles he occasionally wears.
”This song just came to my mind, like an inspiration. I hope you like it. The title is… ’Lacie’.”
The scene shifts, the song is still playing in the background as a forest takes shape. A forest outside of a school, more exactly; the Latowidge school. Oz is with them this time, wide-eyed and looking at the both of them pretty intently. And not to forget the hands clenching Elliot’s shoulders.
”Before we met, did you guys play a song together?” he asks, as if it’s of really big importance.
Elliot just looks rather confused.
”…huh? How did you know…?” is his response (how intelligent).
”Don’t ask! I… want to know about that song. The writer, the name… Whatever’s fine!”
Elliot huffs (”ha”), and pushes Oz’s hands off him. ”Pfft. I was wondering what you were trying to say.”
”Hey…”
”I wrote that song,” Elliot says, oh so clearly, his tone annoyed as he turns around to move on back to the school. But halts a few moments later, first, as he answers. ”The song’s name is… ’Lacie’.”
If you look closely, you would be able to see that Leo wears an expression that seems almost troubled, disappointed maybe (but not really), a bit sad. And he is troubled, because he wrote that, he did, but Elliot is utterly convinced it was him… And Leo can’t for the life of him understand why. But he does know how, and…
It hurts to hear Elliot be so convinced about something that’s not true, when he knows how. But he doesn’t say anything, just swallows as he follows after Elliot and Oz, tries to banish the memories of that thing, that thing that makes Elliot forget…
(But it flashes in his mind anyway, insistent, insistent to hurt, to wound, to stick a knife through his heart. As if it doesn’t already hurt enough.)
He’s not even sure where the pattern there lies, but it makes Elliot forget things and he can’t understand the reason for this one. It makes him uneasy, as if he’s missing something that he should know (yet he’s not sure he wants to know).
”You have a problem with that?!” Elliot adds to that for good measure, his sword resting on his right shoulder as he glances over the opposite one at Oz.
Leo tries to school his expression, pretends to look somewhere else. He’s still not saying anything, and he’s not going to either. He can’t say anything, just can’t. However small, anything Elliot forgets… he will not remind him.
Because he doesn’t dare.
Effects: Happiness and excitement at first, uneasiness, emotional pain (or something) and concern later.
[Filtered from one Elliot Nightray since the thread with Vanessa.]
It starts out dark, with just the melody of a song, silently, in the black. But soon, there’s a voice. Those who know Leo would recognise it as his.
”Elliot, this is for you. This is to show my gratitude for ’Statice’.”
A hand holding a piece of paper, dressed in a white sleeve shows up in the darkness, and quickly the light spreads to show Leo himself, and he’s holding out said paper towards Elliot. He’s smiling, and it’s a genuine smile, not just one he wears to tease or act. It’s always hard to tell since half of his face is always covered by glasses and hair, though, so you would only be able to truly tell if you really knew him.
Elliot is smiling as well, one of those rare soft smiles he occasionally wears.
”This song just came to my mind, like an inspiration. I hope you like it. The title is… ’Lacie’.”
The scene shifts, the song is still playing in the background as a forest takes shape. A forest outside of a school, more exactly; the Latowidge school. Oz is with them this time, wide-eyed and looking at the both of them pretty intently. And not to forget the hands clenching Elliot’s shoulders.
”Before we met, did you guys play a song together?” he asks, as if it’s of really big importance.
Elliot just looks rather confused.
”…huh? How did you know…?” is his response (how intelligent).
”Don’t ask! I… want to know about that song. The writer, the name… Whatever’s fine!”
Elliot huffs (”ha”), and pushes Oz’s hands off him. ”Pfft. I was wondering what you were trying to say.”
”Hey…”
”I wrote that song,” Elliot says, oh so clearly, his tone annoyed as he turns around to move on back to the school. But halts a few moments later, first, as he answers. ”The song’s name is… ’Lacie’.”
If you look closely, you would be able to see that Leo wears an expression that seems almost troubled, disappointed maybe (but not really), a bit sad. And he is troubled, because he wrote that, he did, but Elliot is utterly convinced it was him… And Leo can’t for the life of him understand why. But he does know how, and…
It hurts to hear Elliot be so convinced about something that’s not true, when he knows how. But he doesn’t say anything, just swallows as he follows after Elliot and Oz, tries to banish the memories of that thing, that thing that makes Elliot forget…
(But it flashes in his mind anyway, insistent, insistent to hurt, to wound, to stick a knife through his heart. As if it doesn’t already hurt enough.)
He’s not even sure where the pattern there lies, but it makes Elliot forget things and he can’t understand the reason for this one. It makes him uneasy, as if he’s missing something that he should know (yet he’s not sure he wants to know).
”You have a problem with that?!” Elliot adds to that for good measure, his sword resting on his right shoulder as he glances over the opposite one at Oz.
Leo tries to school his expression, pretends to look somewhere else. He’s still not saying anything, and he’s not going to either. He can’t say anything, just can’t. However small, anything Elliot forgets… he will not remind him.
Because he doesn’t dare.
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Date: 2011-05-26 08:28 pm (UTC)Something he'd missed before. Along with the other things he feels from watching this dream. His expression's slightly tense, if not a bit sombre]
L-Leo?
...I... All this time... you were the one who'd written that..
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Are you alright?
[Video]
Date: 2011-05-27 05:07 am (UTC)I'm fine. You don't need to worry, mister Oz.
[Please don't ask about the song.]
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Date: 2011-05-27 05:36 am (UTC)I... well.. after that... I was just a bit worried.
That all was personal so...I didn't mean...
[Oz trails off, a sort of nearly distant look in his eyes. Somehow it bothers him finding the truth and he doesn't know entirely why]
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Date: 2011-05-27 05:56 am (UTC)It's okay... Oz. [Skipping the "mister" this time.] It's not that bad...
[He could have had much worse dreams shown. This is, technically, not all that bad.
Not that he likes it anyway.]
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Date: 2011-05-27 07:13 am (UTC)I... you're sure? I... all of that...
[He trails off and sighs softly and looking away from the other] I won't ask about all of it if it's not something you wanna talk about, Leo..
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Date: 2011-05-26 09:43 pm (UTC)... If you wrote it then why did he say he did instead?
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Date: 2011-05-27 05:09 am (UTC)Therefore... He'll say:]
I don't know.
[Even if he does.]
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Date: 2011-05-27 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-27 06:59 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2011-05-26 11:53 pm (UTC)This dream only added to the pile. So... Elliot didn't write that song she heard last year. Leo did. So then why...]
Um... I have... questions. Th-The first one being: Will you be all right?
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Date: 2011-05-27 05:13 am (UTC)If... it's about what is most likely, he kind of doesn't want to answer. But perhaps... perhaps he has run from this long enough. He swallows, looks away, though not really visibly so. The glasses are very handy that way.
Will he? Hell if he knows.]
Yeah. Don't worry about me, Noel.
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Date: 2011-05-27 06:16 am (UTC)[She could tell that the recent happenings affected Leo a lot. She wished there was something she could do... Yet...
She really didn't want to be left in the dark about things.]
Um... I... I apologize if this isn't a good time, but... About Elliot... [She trails off, not sure if she should finish what she was going to ask.]
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Date: 2011-05-27 06:43 am (UTC)Damn it. But since she saw... Ugh.
He doesn't want to he doesn't want to he doesn't want to.]
..it'll never be a good time. What?
[His throat suddenly feels tight.]
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Date: 2011-05-27 07:55 am (UTC)What an odd melody.
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Date: 2011-05-27 08:04 am (UTC)So he smiles.]
How so?
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Date: 2011-05-27 08:07 am (UTC)The progression is unstable.
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Date: 2011-05-27 08:14 am (UTC)Unstable?
[He pauses, thinks for a moment. He did write it...]
Maybe.
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Date: 2011-05-27 10:18 pm (UTC)It's a lovely song.
[...There are many other things she'd like to ask, but she doesn't know if she should.]
...Why 'Lacie'?
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Date: 2011-05-27 10:22 pm (UTC)Idle shrug.]
It just felt right.
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Date: 2011-05-27 10:27 pm (UTC)Lacie..... isn't that a girl's name?
[Why would that feel right for a song dedicated to Elliot? She doesn't quite understand.]
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Date: 2011-05-27 10:57 pm (UTC)Well... Yes. Why do you sound like it's such an odd thing, miss Ada?
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Date: 2011-05-28 05:07 am (UTC)You - filter this from my brother immediately!
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Date: 2011-05-28 10:41 am (UTC)dghfhgkl. Well. He's not sure. It would really matter but...
He can't argue against that.]
You can do that?
[He'll start fiddling with the Dreamberry to have a look around then. Although, he has looked before and not really found anything so...]
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Date: 2011-05-28 07:03 pm (UTC)[MARCHING TOWARDS YOUR BEDROOM NOW.]
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Date: 2011-05-28 08:14 pm (UTC)And in the hurry, he forgets manners. Whoops.]
There's really no need for that! You could just tell me how or give me a hint and I can work it out myself!
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