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Who: dirt_heart, closed to existing CR (please contact me if you want to tag!)
What: Kelly experimenting with the Eden's fear spell
Where: Kelly's rooms, House Nine
When: Backdated, October 15th, Night
Warnings: Threatening behaviour/speech, mention of past abuse
He's been avoiding talking on the network too much. It wasn't like lying didn't come easy, years of practice, but it was just easier to look the other way. If he couldn't see the individuals being affected by Eden's work, then he couldn't empathise, couldn't think of it as anything more than an event, something that would happen and pass.
But he'd taken a glance, just to be sure it was happening, and there was the boy with the scars. Nothing quite like his own, but... he knew that sort of pain.
He spent a day considering it, wondering if it was really wise, or if some ghosts were better left dead. After the whispers he'd experienced in the darkness, did he really need to pile more weight on things that might already be cracking? But he was curious - always curious, had never grown out of that, and maybe those whispers had turned that curiosity on himself, again. How much of them was him, how much of them were that creature that had preyed on him?
By the time night falls, he's decided. He opens his windows, enough to better let the mist in, knowing he might easily change his mind if it took too long. He takes a seat on the sofa, and slowly starts removing the various protective charms he wears. Eden's most recent addition is first, then the others he's accumulated over the years, things he's collected himself, other gifts from Eden, and finally the ones from Niel. A small pile on the coffee table, within arm's reach, and he sits back to wait.
It doesn't take long before tension starts to grip his chest, fear crawling up his spine. He looks over at the windows, an absent consideration to how quickly Eden had intended this to take effect, and when he looks back, there's a teenager stood in the doorway.
You thought you'd got away, didn't you? Your little friends hiding you.
A face Kelly hadn't seen for years, a voice he'd tried to forget. The Matthew White created from his mind hasn't changed, tall and intimidating, dark hair and cold blue eyes. He's smiling, but there's too much teeth, sharp edged. A knife's edge, and dealing with Matthew had always been a balancing act - never knowing what would set his temper off, what would get passed over. Kelly had known him better than anyone, and he still hadn't been able to predict it.
I told you I'd find you, Kelly-baby. I'll always find you.
He pushes away from the door, walking into the apartment proper, glances around the place that are anything but idle, even if his body language seems totally relaxed. Kelly finds himself pushing back on the sofa, shrinking away. He'd believed it, once. Turned away from all the chances to get away, convinced Matt would come after him. And now he had -- no. Kelly frowns, reminds himself it's the spell, even as he feels ice settle in his stomach, as Matt comes closer.
You're mine. Who else is ever gonna want you? Damaged goods.
He can feel it, for a second. The pain of the knife on his back, slicing into his skin in designs only Matt could decipher. There'd be blood and tears soaked into the sheets, after Matt was done with him, and he'd be left in it, alone. Have to find some way to patch himself up, crawl into his clothes. Hide himself away, duck his head, hunch his shoulders, sure everyone could see right through him. Covered in scars. Damaged goods.
He leans forward suddenly, snatching up several of the charms he'd left on the table. The vision of Matt disappears immediately, but the dread doesn't leave so quickly. He has to fight it back, control his breathing, remind himself it wasn't real, that he'd been free from him for years. That he was strong - damaged, maybe, but standing straight with his head up. He wasn't that scared little boy anymore. There were far worse things than Matthew White in the world, and he'd seen some of them.
He laughs, sinking back on the sofa again. Fourteen years, and you're still the best I can come up with.
What: Kelly experimenting with the Eden's fear spell
Where: Kelly's rooms, House Nine
When: Backdated, October 15th, Night
Warnings: Threatening behaviour/speech, mention of past abuse
He's been avoiding talking on the network too much. It wasn't like lying didn't come easy, years of practice, but it was just easier to look the other way. If he couldn't see the individuals being affected by Eden's work, then he couldn't empathise, couldn't think of it as anything more than an event, something that would happen and pass.
But he'd taken a glance, just to be sure it was happening, and there was the boy with the scars. Nothing quite like his own, but... he knew that sort of pain.
He spent a day considering it, wondering if it was really wise, or if some ghosts were better left dead. After the whispers he'd experienced in the darkness, did he really need to pile more weight on things that might already be cracking? But he was curious - always curious, had never grown out of that, and maybe those whispers had turned that curiosity on himself, again. How much of them was him, how much of them were that creature that had preyed on him?
By the time night falls, he's decided. He opens his windows, enough to better let the mist in, knowing he might easily change his mind if it took too long. He takes a seat on the sofa, and slowly starts removing the various protective charms he wears. Eden's most recent addition is first, then the others he's accumulated over the years, things he's collected himself, other gifts from Eden, and finally the ones from Niel. A small pile on the coffee table, within arm's reach, and he sits back to wait.
It doesn't take long before tension starts to grip his chest, fear crawling up his spine. He looks over at the windows, an absent consideration to how quickly Eden had intended this to take effect, and when he looks back, there's a teenager stood in the doorway.
You thought you'd got away, didn't you? Your little friends hiding you.
A face Kelly hadn't seen for years, a voice he'd tried to forget. The Matthew White created from his mind hasn't changed, tall and intimidating, dark hair and cold blue eyes. He's smiling, but there's too much teeth, sharp edged. A knife's edge, and dealing with Matthew had always been a balancing act - never knowing what would set his temper off, what would get passed over. Kelly had known him better than anyone, and he still hadn't been able to predict it.
I told you I'd find you, Kelly-baby. I'll always find you.
He pushes away from the door, walking into the apartment proper, glances around the place that are anything but idle, even if his body language seems totally relaxed. Kelly finds himself pushing back on the sofa, shrinking away. He'd believed it, once. Turned away from all the chances to get away, convinced Matt would come after him. And now he had -- no. Kelly frowns, reminds himself it's the spell, even as he feels ice settle in his stomach, as Matt comes closer.
You're mine. Who else is ever gonna want you? Damaged goods.
He can feel it, for a second. The pain of the knife on his back, slicing into his skin in designs only Matt could decipher. There'd be blood and tears soaked into the sheets, after Matt was done with him, and he'd be left in it, alone. Have to find some way to patch himself up, crawl into his clothes. Hide himself away, duck his head, hunch his shoulders, sure everyone could see right through him. Covered in scars. Damaged goods.
He leans forward suddenly, snatching up several of the charms he'd left on the table. The vision of Matt disappears immediately, but the dread doesn't leave so quickly. He has to fight it back, control his breathing, remind himself it wasn't real, that he'd been free from him for years. That he was strong - damaged, maybe, but standing straight with his head up. He wasn't that scared little boy anymore. There were far worse things than Matthew White in the world, and he'd seen some of them.
He laughs, sinking back on the sofa again. Fourteen years, and you're still the best I can come up with.