A Perfectly Insane Solution to His Life Problems

[needsnosanity]

Who: Vincent and Gilbert Nightray; [needsnosanity ] and [gunnedraven ]
What: The Distortion finally gets to Vincent and he attempts to relieve himself of his stigma once and for all... by force.
When: August 27th, evening
Where: Vincent's room

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[needsnosanity]

His brother's senses were already greatly dulled. He could tell that Gilbert was struggling. Even so, he held Gilbert firmly, despite his attempts to break away. "I never said it was anyone's fault." Vincent said simply, closing his eyes for a moment. He truly didn't want to go against his brother's wishes, especially so soon after having upset the dark-haired man, however, this was for his health. Vincent couldn't always go easy on him. Sometimes he had to put his foot down as well. And he knew how to pick his battles. This was something he could quite easily win. And Gilbert would have little reason to be angry at him over it after he'd had a good night's rest. "Even so, what would possess you to do this to yourself?" He lightly strokes his older brother's hair, trying to calm him, and ease his anxiety.

Red and yellow eyes watched Gilbert as he stroked his hair, a soft, concerned look on his face. To look at him now, it was eerie. One would never know that moments before, he had been ready to force his eye out with his own hands if it weren't for the scratches on his face. His expression was calm and completely focused on his brother's issues, erasing the proof of his former moment of insanity.

"You can tell me about it." The younger blonde said softly. "Perhaps I can help." It was more than a perhaps. He had the ability to quickly ease his brother's pain. However, his concern forced him to wait. He wanted to know what it was that was plaguing his brother. Even if he couldn't do anything about it, he wanted - no, needed to know before he went any further.

[gunnedraven]

Lips parted and he nearly snapped something at his brother on how this was not his choice to do this to himself and was something he'd been struggling with on his own. Not by choice. Yet the words all died on his tongue when he saw the other's face from a glance. That.. concerned look on his face stopped him short and he couldn't bring himself to argue with Vincent when he wore a face like that.

Especially when said brother even asked him to 'tell' him about all of what bothered him. That was something he couldn't do.

"...It's not something that can be helped, Vincent. Me saying it isn't going to change a thing. Now.. let me go. This isn't going to do anything.." His voice was lower and more stubborn as his brows drew into a slight bit of annoyance. He didn't feel it right to just throw it all out there as it was complicated and even a little personal when it came to it, and to tell Vincent was a bit... well.. he wasn't ready for that.

Even though things had changed with him remembering his past memories, this was something different. Something involving an event which he preferred not to think about as it at this point in time.

[needsnosanity]

There really was no winning with Gilbert once he had his mind set on these things. Shaking his head softly, he did not let go, his hands firm, and his mind also set. Gilbert was his beloved brother. And as such, he would do anything for him - even go against Gilbert's own wishes. "...I see. Then you leave me no choice."

At the foot of the bed, the closed-eyed rat appeared, tail twitching slowly in broad motions. It's head turned towards Gilbert slowly, nose twitching slightly. It had no true expression, and yet, there was something about the rat that seemed to show just how enthusiastic it was to be of some assistance with Gilbert's "problem". Vincent's eyes drifted to the large rat, and he smiled gently. "I want to help you... I can't allow you to continue harming yourself like this."

[gunnedraven]

The second he heard those words, he had that unnerving sense of unease rise up, and with good reason. Golden eyes ticked down to where the end of the bed was and of course had to see none other than Yamane... who happened to be 'looking' in his direction.

That sent distinct shivers down his spine and he might have just paled a little bit before scoffing softly, closing his eyes and trying not to show how bothered he was by the idea that Vincent was resorting to using Yamane of all things to get his way.

"...I'm not doing any of this by choice. You don't need to do something like this..." Gil muttered softly, opening his eyes and gazing back to Vincent with a few emotions clearly evident on his features as he did so.

[needsnosanity]

A soft, almost sad expression crosses the golden haired man's features as he reaches up to lightly stroke your beautiful dark, curly hair, pressing your head to his chest. "I know, Gilbert... but your body needs to rest, whether you like it or not. You need that. Otherwise you'll completely wear yourself out and cause everyone to worry. If I can give you a peaceful night's sleep, then I will."

"...Please understand... I'm only doing this for you." He hates it when Gilbert looks at him like that. His eyes are so full of emotion. That beautiful golden color that Vincent wished matched both of his eyes was so gorgeous on Gilbert. Vincent could never get tired of looking into Gilbert's eyes. However, this time was a bit painful, and, their time was limited. Gilbert needed his sleep.

Despite Gilbert's attempts, Vincent could see just how bothered Gilbert was by this all. It was the only reason he didn't just do as he wanted and get it over with. He truly didn't want to go against his brother's wishes. However, there were times when it seemed necessary. And for Gilbert's health, it was. He just couldn't help wanting to make Gilbert see reason and admit that it was for the best.

Yamane hovered closer, inspecting Gilbert closely, with a calm, curious expression. He sensed his master's hesitation to give the actual order. Then again, when it came to Gilbert, Yamane was aware that many things about Vincent changed when the black haired man became involved. Human affairs confused him. Even so, he just waited and watched for his cue.

"Please let me help... I want to help you, if only a little."

[gunnedraven]

It's the hand that stroked his hair and the way he had pulled his head to his chest that startled him a little, opening his mouth to protest to that but was silenced a second later at his brother's words. To give him a peaceful night's sleep, huh?

Gilbert nearly stopped; hesitating at the part where Vincent says he's 'doing it for him' but he can't even find the words to really fight back now, even though he was a bit visibly bothered by the idea of being put to sleep when it wasn't voluntary. Sleep was fine, but he was still hesitant as there were things that had to be done and things that he saw when he was asleep that threatened to take him over and make him lose sense of who he was or hurt anyone close to him.

"...I know. I..." the words caught in his throat before he sighed and closed his eyes shortly, not making any move to push away from Vincent and where his head was pressed to his younger brother's chest. Gilbert was aware that the other man just wanted to help him with this but he feared he'd get too used to this and that he'd somehow become too reliant on his brother and not be able to be not only a good brother but a good servant for when Oz arrived.

"...I'm just... I know it's to help me... but in the end, i'll still have the same problem and I can't ask you to help me solve these things for me, Vincent."

[needsnosanity]

Vincent's hand dropped and his face fell, golden locks falling over his eyes, shielding the crystal droplets that threatened to fall from them from view. Why? Why was it that even though he was his brother's greatest burden, he could never do anything for him in return? It was a most painful feeling of worthlessness. If he couldn't help his own brother, than what good was he? Not only was he the Bringer of Misfortune, but perhaps also the most useless human being on this planet.

He never helped anyone - only hurt them. And Gilbert was no different. Even when he wanted to... even when he tried... his efforts ended only in rejection... disaster... or misery. Nothing good could come from these hands of his... was that it? Even if he did this... it was just as Gilbert said... it wouldn't make the things hurting his brother go away. He just wanted to be useful... but he couldn't even do that.

Although his position hid his eyes, it couldn't mask the presence of the tears that fell from his eyelids, onto the dark material of Gilbert's coat, leaving a small, speckled pattern.

"...You're right. I... can't do anything."

Yamane's attention turned to Vincent for a moment. He didn't understand useless human emotions, and Vincent's were far more complex than the average. He couldn't hope to understand. Even so, he watched curiously. These two were both so strange. Why couldn't they just agree? The mouse curled up on the bed, dully waiting to see if his powers would be used at all. And all he could do was wait. And Vincent was no longer sure of himself at all.

[gunnedraven]

The second that Vincent's hand dropped down had been that first sign that he'd went and said something wrong and instantly, guilt started to eat at him. Of course he'd do this to Vincent... when the man was merely trying to help and his own natural stubbornness got in the way when he shouldn't have let it. He was probably thinking too much and when he did that, things turned for the worse and that seemed like that had happened, golden eyes catching the distinct speckle of tears that darkened the material on his coat.

'Damn it...' He sighed mentally, trying not to let himself feel even worse when his little brother spoke those words and said how he couldn't do anything. Gilbert knew that it was his fault and as such, he had to fix it as he knew if he didn't, it'd eat at him and he'd feel like a bad person but on top of that, a bad older brother.

Yeah, this place made him see things in his dreams that he never wanted to see but should he keep running from them and hurting people that are close to him? The very ones who want to help him? What kind of servant - or brother - had he become if he'd let his stubbornness get in the way of things this badly that he was making people cry now? A month ago, he probably wouldn't have cared as much if this happened, but knowing their past, what he's done and who he should be there for had changed his priorities and as such, he gave a damn and wanted to stop the blonde from feeling this way.

"...I never said that. Listen... forget what I said, alright? If you really would like to help me, then I can let you do it. I shouldn't keep running from what's hurting me." He paused, hesitating a little but his voice softened a bit when he spoke next. "I guess... I need to learn when to accept help and this is.. one of them. I haven't... been a proper brother lately and... this is no way to treat you... when all you want is my well-being.."

There. He'd finally said it, a sort of small weight being lifted from his chest, though he hoped it really helped in some form, if only a little.

[needsnosanity]

Two eyes come up to meet yours again, ears still present, but they stop, just clinging two his lower lashes. "You..." Wiping them away, he smiled softly. "...thank you. I'm sorry. I should have been more sensitive to your feelings." The mouse's ears perked up again. Maybe he would get to do this after all.

"Well... if you're sure it's alright then... please. Make yourself comfortable." He gives Gilbert space, offering up the bed to his brother for the night. After all - his brother looked like he needed the rest. For once, Vincent didn't want to crowd Gilbert's space. Not yet. He needed to give Gilbert time. He really did want his brother to relax the best he could... if he could. Vincent wanted to help. If nothing else, he had to do his best to help Gilbert, even if it didn't work.

[gunnedraven]

Nodding softly, a sort of soft, gentle look came onto his features after hearing his brother's words which also helped to actually alleviate that slight tension that had filled his chest only moments before this. He couldn't really ever be mad at Vincent for doing something that would help him, but he'd been too blinded by his own stubbornness to really see what good it would do him in the end.

Where he really wasn't all for letting his body rest, at the same time, it seemed like the most appealing thing. At least if he wouldn't see nightmares or the things that haunted his consciousnness, then this was another reason why he'd let it happen for right now. The rate he'd been going on like this, he was surprised he was able to keep going on in this nightmarish place and a part of him almost wondered if he would have his own time when he snapped but he pushed that back of his mind so he didn't think about it anymore than he already had.

When his brother spoke again, he blinked a bit and realized Vincent had moved to give him space on the bed and it took a small moment of hesitation before he shifted to take off his jacket, set it down a bit next to him before he lied down on the bed. Golden eyes ticked over to his brother a moment later and he smiled a little to ease the slight silence that lingered between the both of them now. "...I... guess I'm ready now, Vincent" he spoke softly, closing his eyes as he exhaled a soft sigh to try and relax himself a bit.

It was a little unnerving to have a chain use it's power on him like this but he could tolerate it as this was a different case and was.. well.. necessary.

[needsnosanity]

The chain floats up to you, hovering over your head. Before pausing a moment to share a wordless conversation with it's Contract, who simply nods, the rat begins to slowly relax and as he does, you can feel yourself beginning to relax.

Vincent seats himself aside the bed, on a chair, and lightly rests his hand atop of one of yours. "I'll be here, so you don't have to worry, alright? I'm not going anywhere." It was meant to be reassurance. In case Gilbert was still uneasy about being subjected to Yamane's powers. It didn't matter that he'd given up his bed for the night, or that he would be stuck in this chair the whole night. He was helping Gilbert. He was. Nobody else. Him. And for that, he would accept any discomfort without complaint. He would stay by Gilbert's side tonight, and for as long as his older brother would allow him to. Because that was what he wanted most.

Yamane allowed itself to fall into a deep sleep. The process would work itself. It would take a minute or so, but it was inevitable now. Gilbert would be asleep in no more than five minutes. In that time, the chain's power would seemingly loosen all his muscles and relax and ease his mind, before pulling him into the world of sleep and dreams.

[gunnedraven]

A slow nod of his head was his only response when he'd heard those words as he felt his body starting to relax slowly but surely. The tension slowly started to melt from the entirety of his body, starting from the shoulders and moving downwards. As his mind started to fade off in those next few minutes and into sleep, there was only two words that seemed to leave his lips right then.

"....Thank... you"

Then he was completely lost to the world of sleep, looking more peaceful than he had in a rather long time since he had shown up at this godawful place. In the long run, this was definitely doing him a lot of good and why he had thanked him, even though he'd been almost asleep when he'd said it.

[needsnosanity]

A smile... an honest one, graced Vincent's lips upon hearing those words leave his brother's lips. Although it had been softly spoken, Vincent didn't miss it. He always listened intently to his brother. The hand on top of Gilbert's gently squeezed the other, before Vincent released it. His hand moved to rest on Gilbert's head once he'd been lost to the sleepy spell. He gently stroked the dark curly strands, admiring Gilbert's face. He was so cute when he slept. Gilbert had such problems relaxing in front of others. When he did, Vincent could tell. He looked years younger. And so beautiful, without those ugly lines of tension.

He watched over his brother the whole night. For once, he willed himself to stay awake. It was for Gilbert.

And if it was for Gilbert, he could do anything.