Nevermore Tasks 038

[hisbutler_bound]

These little dragons are quite the chore. I'd rather be done with mine but it seems some are more lucky than others. It's not the consumption or the fire that bothers me specifically but that annoying little exploding within my restaurant during one of my customers meals. It's as if they get far too excited around other people. When I'm alone and

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[esoteric_rose]

[ffffffff-]

I've been at work. Not you or any of my friends have been seeing me outside of that, I've needed some time to think.

[hisbutler_bound]

I had a dream and it seems as if many others did around the same time as per journal entries. Is that why you needed time to think, Gre-[A quick strike and his hand continues quickly to make up for it] Juliet?

[esoteric_rose]

Did you?

[A pause before she writes more.]

Fine, if you need somewhere to speak alone, I know a good place. Fifth level, there's a space I keep there.

[hisbutler_bound]

Yes. I'll tell you when I get there.

[He's already heading there, a drip of some onion like garlic mayonaise hitting the paper and trying to smear off as he wipes. He was clearly in the kitchen]

I will head there immediately.

[esoteric_rose]

As I thought you would.

[Must not jump to the worst conclusion...]

[hisbutler_bound]

[He's already in the elevator at this point and heading to the floor. The minute it opens, his entire composure adjusts from public to personal. His stride slows and he's dressed in a white shirt,black slacks and his custom black gloves. He cares not what he steps on, or what breaks under heel.]

A hint would be ever so gracious.

[esoteric_rose]

[Instead of directions, she forces her energy to slightly flare for a moment. He can figure it out.]

The doorway's a bit low, don't bump your head.

[So she'll wait inside the little room, staring at the walls. A long while back she had cleaned off the blood marks, leaving spaces where the chalk formulas was absent. Perhaps she should replace it someday, with her own designs.]

[hisbutler_bound]

[He does. The minute it goes off he's already heading that way, hand curling against the doorway as he ducks and moves into the little section. Even the little thank you of politeness for the warning didn't come]

I could see the blood. I could smell it. I could even taste it in the air.

[esoteric_rose]

What blood, Black?

[How is she supposed to know? And yet..it was the same for her. The blood, the rain, the night...everything had been realer than anything else she had ever felt before.]

[hisbutler_bound]

The amount of it in that room. The blood that I could taste in my mouth. The scent of it as it splattered onto the wall. [Fingers rose against his shirt at the collar, unbuttoning each one slowly one at a time, intentionally exposing his chest and shoulder, fingers curling against the area]

I could feel the spinning teeth slicing through this area. Do you know how useless an arm can be once it's been cut deep enough to severe a few nerves?

[esoteric_rose]

The way it fell under the moonlight on the roof.

[Her face slowly drains of colour, piecing small parts of what he's saying into the overall picture. That exact area. That section where she'd tried to pull out his past.]

I don't, I've never had that happen, but I'd assume quite useless.

[hisbutler_bound]

[His hand traces the expansion of his chest in one long line when she speaks. Right about where it sliced him open] If it weren't for my healing I'd most likely have a scar right about here.

We are enemies. He wants you dead. Tell me, won't you? How does it end?

[esoteric_rose]

I tried to tell you that. [She closes her eyes, falling back to a moment where she felt physically broken, when she'd heard his voice.] If I'm correct in my assumptions...I do not die.

[She pushes her bangs off her face, trying to breathe slow and calm.] It also may be possible we saw the same thing. [Which is insanity. People don't regain the same memory in Edensphere, at the same time.]

[hisbutler_bound]

[Much like she did, his fingers curled against his bare chest over his heart. He remembered the funeral of the woman would was slain and laid bloodied upon the floor] And if I am correct in mine, neither do I.

The same memory at the same time. It almost sounds absurd. [His hand slipped to his sleeve, curling around the handle of a very long kitchen knive and pulled it free. Black gloves slid over the sharp edge] Ah...

[esoteric_rose]

Calling something "absurd" in this place is quite a statement to make.

[Her eyes flicker over to the knife, forcing her to shove down what is probably now justified fear as paranoia. Yes, they were enemies, but she had warned him that he'd hate her.]

Who did you come as to see me? Are you Black right now, or are you Sebastian?

[hisbutler_bound]

Which is why one should only say it's almost absurd. I think I have never believed in the impossible, I just never realized it.

[Perhaps she had been right but the knife isn't lowering and his eyes aren't turning away from her. He knows what he is going to do]

Let's find out together for old times sake, shall we?