Leo Baskerville (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
disruptstatice) wrote2011-07-20 06:58 pm
disruptstatice) wrote2011-07-20 06:58 pm
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004 ~ [Dream]
Warnings: Leo's dreams kind of come with automatic spoiler warning now that I think about it... Yeah, spoiler warning, for latest chapter (63 that is, that isn't yet actually scanlated) and arc etc etc. But not the biggest ever, especially not if you don't click the image, I don't think?
Effects: Optional; first unease, then some kind of peace, followed by happiness, then anger, despair and fear. :|b
The world baths in flecks of yellow light.
When he was really young, he thought this was just how the world was. It quickly turned out not to be the case, however, as the way this reflected in his own eyes was not there in anyone else’s, and it seemed to scare people. So his mother told him; let’s cover them, it’ll be easier then.
His growing bangs covered his eyes alright, but it couldn’t fully block out the lights. Can’t fully block out the lights. The way they float, flicker through the black strands, the only light in what comes off as a world of darkness. It’s not a light that is enjoyable, not a light that brightens anything up; just spots, nearby and far away, that does nothing but give an ominous feeling.
Because it’s not normal.
’I’m the strange one.’
Books have always been a sanctuary. They have always let him crawl into another world, another mind, to get away from everything that is his own. People generally know to stay away when he coops up in the library of the orphanage, alternatively with a blanket around him, and if they don’t they’re soon to learn, when they come bother him and he snaps at them to make them stay away.
“It’s rude to read over shoulders.”
Or, has he had a bad enough day, if the voices have been too loud.
“Leave me alone if you don’t want your nose to bleed.”
He’s happy to raise his voice if he needs to. Normally, they’re quick to leave then.
But then it crashes; this idea that it always works, when one day what he gets in return is…
“You’re really a bore, you know?”
“CAN’T YOU SEE I’M A NOBLE?!”
The first one to always just snap back at whatever rude comment he gives. The person… who would end up becoming his one light.
Elliot Nightray.
“You're lying. There's no way you could know! Whatever the hell is going on, I want to get pulled into it! I'm your friend damn it! I'm supposed to help you with these things!”
As much as he wants to, he doesn’t resist the hand suddenly clenching at his collar, Elliot’s face so close that only the very nearest flecks of light are seen, floating between them. But those lights are overtaken by the brightness coming from Elliot, Elliot Elliot, and through his heavy breath and mind thick with anger and frustration, he resists the urge to reach out towards it. And he shouldn’t reach out, he shouldn’t say all this that is flowing up in his head, he shouldn’t, but.
But he does.
”Lying?! Then tell me. How would you fix that no matter how much I tell myself that I do, I sometimes don't fully know who I am?! How would you fix that I can't see because there are floating lights in my eyes?! How would you fix the fact that there is something WRONG with me and always has been?! I don't know if you've realised it yet but you can't fix everything! You should spend your time on what you actually can do anything about, not someone who just ends up one way or another ruining what's important to them!”
He shouldn’t have he shouldn’t have he shouldn’t have-- Because right after he has, something lashes out and the floating lights get bigger, overpower Elliot’s because suddenly it’s not there. His throat tightens and he screams, tumbles and falls as Elliot is pulled away, pulled away with the light that he needs, that makes him warm, because Elliot is light, the only light that has any effect.
No matter how much he reaches, his arm isn’t long enough, and sobs shake his body as he crumples, hands fisting in his hair and tugging, tearing.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” he cries, as if that’s going to bring Elliot back, back from his darkness that he let out on Elliot even if he knows he shouldn’t have--
”Foolish,” a voice hisses to him. ”We told you not to. We told you that only you can know of this, and now look at what you’ve done. Your darkness… It swallowed him!”
He raises his head, blinks through the tears and the lights to face a furious glare.
”Don’t forget that… you did this!”
Effects: Optional; first unease, then some kind of peace, followed by happiness, then anger, despair and fear. :|b
The world baths in flecks of yellow light.
When he was really young, he thought this was just how the world was. It quickly turned out not to be the case, however, as the way this reflected in his own eyes was not there in anyone else’s, and it seemed to scare people. So his mother told him; let’s cover them, it’ll be easier then.
His growing bangs covered his eyes alright, but it couldn’t fully block out the lights. Can’t fully block out the lights. The way they float, flicker through the black strands, the only light in what comes off as a world of darkness. It’s not a light that is enjoyable, not a light that brightens anything up; just spots, nearby and far away, that does nothing but give an ominous feeling.
Because it’s not normal.
’I’m the strange one.’
Books have always been a sanctuary. They have always let him crawl into another world, another mind, to get away from everything that is his own. People generally know to stay away when he coops up in the library of the orphanage, alternatively with a blanket around him, and if they don’t they’re soon to learn, when they come bother him and he snaps at them to make them stay away.
“It’s rude to read over shoulders.”
Or, has he had a bad enough day, if the voices have been too loud.
“Leave me alone if you don’t want your nose to bleed.”
He’s happy to raise his voice if he needs to. Normally, they’re quick to leave then.
But then it crashes; this idea that it always works, when one day what he gets in return is…
“You’re really a bore, you know?”
“CAN’T YOU SEE I’M A NOBLE?!”
The first one to always just snap back at whatever rude comment he gives. The person… who would end up becoming his one light.
Elliot Nightray.
“You're lying. There's no way you could know! Whatever the hell is going on, I want to get pulled into it! I'm your friend damn it! I'm supposed to help you with these things!”
As much as he wants to, he doesn’t resist the hand suddenly clenching at his collar, Elliot’s face so close that only the very nearest flecks of light are seen, floating between them. But those lights are overtaken by the brightness coming from Elliot, Elliot Elliot, and through his heavy breath and mind thick with anger and frustration, he resists the urge to reach out towards it. And he shouldn’t reach out, he shouldn’t say all this that is flowing up in his head, he shouldn’t, but.
But he does.
”Lying?! Then tell me. How would you fix that no matter how much I tell myself that I do, I sometimes don't fully know who I am?! How would you fix that I can't see because there are floating lights in my eyes?! How would you fix the fact that there is something WRONG with me and always has been?! I don't know if you've realised it yet but you can't fix everything! You should spend your time on what you actually can do anything about, not someone who just ends up one way or another ruining what's important to them!”
He shouldn’t have he shouldn’t have he shouldn’t have-- Because right after he has, something lashes out and the floating lights get bigger, overpower Elliot’s because suddenly it’s not there. His throat tightens and he screams, tumbles and falls as Elliot is pulled away, pulled away with the light that he needs, that makes him warm, because Elliot is light, the only light that has any effect.
No matter how much he reaches, his arm isn’t long enough, and sobs shake his body as he crumples, hands fisting in his hair and tugging, tearing.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” he cries, as if that’s going to bring Elliot back, back from his darkness that he let out on Elliot even if he knows he shouldn’t have--
”Foolish,” a voice hisses to him. ”We told you not to. We told you that only you can know of this, and now look at what you’ve done. Your darkness… It swallowed him!”
He raises his head, blinks through the tears and the lights to face a furious glare.
”Don’t forget that… you did this!”
[Voice]
He's heard a rumour or two, in Pandora...]
..what's that like?
[Voice]
[His voice trails off briefly and he sighs]
Sometimes he's not there and I don't hear from him in a while.
[Voice]
Does he show up when you really need him?
[Voice]
I don't know how he does it but... it keeps happening.
[Voice]
Do you know why you hear him, then?
[Voice]
All I know is he's helping me when I do hear him. Though sometimes he doesn't just talk to me..
[His words trail off, remembering the times when Jack's taken him over. Something that had never been a pleasant experience for him sometimes.
[Voice]
[Voice]
Yeah. A few times he's... actually taken me over and spoke through me.
[Voice]
At least that hasn't happened to him. Right? If Oz remembers that, then he should too if it had happened so... It hasn't. Right.]
That's possible?
[It really does sound so unlikely.]
Strange...
[It... kind of feels like it's beginning to sink in. He's... not alone. He's always been alone, no one has been able to really understand, but now two...
It's so weird.]
[Voice]
[A pause and he nods slowly, letting it all sink in. He doesn't mind talking about this with Leo somehow. Such a personal thing that only Leo would get to know about him seeing as he's the same as him in this way]
Yeah. You're not really alone with this... I mean.. I don't know how many people see or hear others like we do but... it does feel kinda... good that someone else kinda knows how i've felt all this time.
[Voice]
[Kinda... good, Oz says. It really just feels weird to him, hard to wrap his head around, but...
He's not going to say that.]
I guess.