disruptstatice | 004 ~ [Dream]

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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!”

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[The moment the door opened, Elliot opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came to him. He closed it again, studying Leo's expression carefully, almost like he was searching for what to say in him.

After that dream, he found himself automatically trying to see Leo's eyes through his mess of dark bangs.]

... That's what you meant, isn't it? You see those lights all the time?

[A pause, and he swallows before he nods, slowly. Being honest is still... so very difficult, even when Elliot already knows anyway.]

...

[His mind kept going back to their days at the House of Fianna, because there was one moment that now suddenly meant so much more to him then ever before.

Without saying a word, Elliot stepped forward and reached out to Leo's forehead, trying to brush his hair out of the way so he could see his eyes again.]

[At first, he flinches back, just slightly, but if there's anyone he trusts to touch his hair and do something like this, it's Elliot. So he doesn't move anymore than that, just holds his breath.

Because even so, it's still scary.]

Edited 2011-07-20 19:01 (UTC)

[It would probably be even scarier, because Elliot stares for a long time at them. This was his first truly good look at his eyes. It wasn't the first time he'd tried to see before, but it was the first that Leo had let him see.]

... Why do you hide them?

[Funny enough, he never had bothered to push Leo to answer that before. It was about time.]

[It does make him a little uneasy, and he shifts a bit uncomfortably now and then, his gaze flickering to the side. He can't possibly look at Elliot while he's staring like that.

Ah...

He really, suddenly, feels very, very small. But since he already told Elliot some of this, he might as well...

Quietly:]

It stops people from staring, and... it hides the lights.

[It's funny, because Elliot can't help the sense of curiosity running over him, even knowing how Leo must feel after that dream. For lack of a better word, Elliot could only think of the flickering lights as beautiful, though he knew Leo couldn't feel the same.]

You don't know what they are?

[He just shakes his head. That's part of why he hates them so much, aside from the fact that they just shouldn't be there. He doesn't understand why... or what they are.

And he's not sure he wants to know, either.]

[He brings his hand away from Leo's bangs, letting them droop down to cover his eyes again.]

... This is why you wanted those glasses? Were they helping?

[Don't think he hasn't noticed that Leo hasn't been wearing them.]

[Well. He has occasionally.]

Mm, a little.

[He frowns, hesitating slightly before he keeps questioning. Leo wasn't going to like this, but...]

What about that man? Do you usually see him too?

[..no, he does not like that at all.

He's not going to answer; he's just going to go back into the room now. He is definitely not talking about that out in the hallway.]

Hey!

[At least he didn't shut the door. Elliot follows him into the room, not letting him get away.]

So, you do then?! And you never told me?

[Moving to shut the door now, yep. Aaand then to pick up the Dreamberry, before he settles back down on the bed, swallows.

Well, it's obvious that he does if he's not saying anything, isn't it?

So, slowly, he forces himself to nod.]

[... It took a lot for Elliot not to let the very deep frustration he was feeling boil over. The mere fact that Leo was hiding things from him angered him a lot, but he was angry at himself for never even realizing that Leo was going through any of this.

Silently, Elliot walks over and sits next to him, giving him a little space, but letting him know that he wasn't leaving. Maybe Leo would choose to talk about it on his own without the pushing this time.]

[Still moving slowly, Leo puts the Dreamberry away before he raises his hands to lightly tug at his hair. Someone to talk to... Elliot said.

But he can't stop thinking about Elliot getting pulled away in that dream--

As if it would happen in reality, hell if he knows. Of course, not exactly that but... all of this... is really so much. If Elliot were to carry it with him...

Damn it. Why does he want to--?

..well, he knows why.]

...

[He can appreciate that Elliot is considerate enough to give him space, but right now... Well... He doesn't really want that, so he scoots closer to Elliot and leans a little against him.

Now what should he do.]

I'm not sure... where I'd start.

[If he could hear Leo's thoughts, he would have corrected him. There was no way in hell he was ever going to get pulled away. He would never let that happen, if he could help it....

... Would he? The fact was, he had died through circumstances he couldn't avoid. Maybe it was better not to think about it at the moment.

As Leo leaned into him, Elliot silently gasped. As close as they were, Leo had never really gotten too physically close to him, especially not for comfort. It was definitely a different side to him then what Elliot usually saw.]

Wherever you want.

[In this case... Elliot thought it was wrong to bombard him with questions if he was going to come out with it willingly. He could be patient, on rare occasions.]

[A light sigh. Wherever he "wants" requires knowing what that is. He still doesn't quite want talking about it in the first place.

But, first, there's something he's wondering.]

...why... do you stay with me? After seeing that... I'm...

[He slowly raises a hand, tugs lightly at his hair.]

Most people would have stayed away from someone who hears voices in their head.

[That wasn't exactly how he was expecting Leo to start... Why did he always have to bring the conversation away from himself. The voices didn't even matter to him really. He had heard voices for a while too, even though he never remembered hearing them. Then again, they both knew whose voice Elliot heard. This was completely different.]

... So? It's not like you actually listen to them, right?

[At least, he had better not with the things that man was saying.]

[Because it's really puzzling him.

..ah. Not listening to them? Well. That is...]

I...

[He listens to at least a few things, it's a little... difficult... not to?

Although.]

What does that have to do with it?

Because whoever the hell he is, he's obviously lying to you.

[He looks dead serious about it.]

And, I've never been able to tell before. You're still the same person, with or without them.

Edited 2011-07-21 04:16 (UTC)

[Aha...ha... Damn it. Not the last part, though, and that's actually something the voices have really said, not...

Stupid, stupid, Elliot Nightray.]

You shouldn't--

[..this is a really hard habit to get out of.]

Whoever that person is...

[For a second, he's ready to snap at him, at least a little bit, because it sounded like he was about to tell him he shouldn't keep asking. By now, it should be established that he was involved, no questions asked.

... Is who? He waits to see if Leo is going to keep going with what he was saying, but he was having trouble obviously.]

You don't know him?

Not him. I don't, but...

[He swallows.]

I meant me. Whoever I am.

[It took Elliot a few seconds to wrap his mind around what Leo really meant, but he kind of understood.]

... You're yourself. With the voices or without, you choose who you are.

Edited 2011-07-21 21:14 (UTC)

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I fail in my last tag. I'M SORRY, IT WAS LATE!