A contract for a contract.

[ferventknight]

Who: ferventknight and inkyubeytor
When: June 1st, in the evening.
Where: Phancyhive Manor, Elliot Nightray's room.
Summary: Kyubey has come to bother Elliot once more about a contract and the Chain he supposedly has.
Warnings: Blood, Elliot's loud mouth, horrible flash backs, and delicious contracts.

Comments

blood. blood everywhere

[ferventknight]

[It had finally been done.

Humpty Dumpty was gone, and the only burden he carried was the ultimate burden. The memory of killing his family. But he couldn't help but smile, that monster couldn't hurt him any further. Even now when he had been kneeling in his own blood, even if those images from earlier came rushing into his mind.

It didn't matter, did it? You shouldn't dwell on things that happened back at home. Not while we're here. Gilbert told him that, didn't he? Yes, he remembered. Those words always rang through his mind painfully. It was the truth, but a single thread continued to pull on Elliot.

The memory of the head hunter that had been killing his family. It had been snipped; he can live here now. Right?

No, no.. He couldn't. He did it, he killed his sister.. His brothers. But still a smile.

The killer within him had vanished into this soul gem.

Gripping onto the blood soaked carpet, he let out a pathetic laugh before shaking his head.

He felt pathetic. The one thing he swore to stop had been himself this whole

oh god mah luver

[snakeofaguy]

[Despite being elsewhere in the house, there is no escaping this smell-

Blood.

A lot of it.

Not Claude's, not Ciel's, not Joker's or Beast's or... oh right. They're gone, they're not here.

And yet the smell is there, a personal twinge in the coppery stench that he doesn't recognize- doesn't wish to recognize. To recognize it would mean someone in the house is harmed.

The wind is rushing past his ears as he bounds up the steps two at a time, up to the second floor before he can even realize his legs are moving. In the ascent, the most horrible whispers resound in his ears from all the little hissing sentries set around the house.

Elliot.It makes his legs move through strain and pain until his chest burns and his eyes are burning just as terribly. Blindingly on both accounts. He can't breathe, but he doesn't need to, he can't see, but there's no use for that either. He cannot stop and he cannot stray

he needs love

[ferventknight]

[That voice. It was--

Snake?

Glancing up, he saw him there.. Kneeling in front of him. How did he know to come? How did Snake know he was in trouble..? Right.. He probably smelled all this blood. Tch... Part of Elliot hated that much; Snake now saw him in a state no one should have ever witnessed. He was weak.

Completely weak. It was pathetic, feeble, heartrending.

No one should ever see him this way. What happened to honor? His honor.. that didn't exist right now; not after what he witnessed with his own mind.

He wanted to speak, to scream. To tell Snake to get out of his face.

Leave me alone!

He couldn't speak those words. He couldn't scream in such a manner to him, especially not with his sanity in a fragile place. But instead of saying anything reasonable, Elliot gave a weak laugh before speaking.]

Pretty sad, right..? The stench is probably horrible.

he will bloody well get it

[snakeofaguy]

[There's no judgement from the young man, not a flicker of pity or distain. Only concern. Concern strong enough to push down the need to escape the overwhelming scent burning into his nose. Singeing the underside of his eyes with stinging pain, water distorting his vision as he blinks frantically. There are no tears; these are not tears. Never was there a time that Snake can remember himself crying. There isn't a hiccup in his chest, in his breathing, in his voice and muscles, there's no other indication of a sob but the way his face contorts in discomfort.

Weak, pathetic, feeble, heartrending, dishonorable, no- no none of these things. Elliot is none of these things even now. Now, he is just hurt.

His hands find themselves tucked beneath Elliot's lapels, feeling, prodding, trying to find a wound, a source. His body moves to pull the smaller form close, to give support as he inspects with a barely restrained desperation. His mind disregards the scoff from the blonde in favor of questioning:]

What happened? Who hurt you?

[ferventknight]

[Elliot allowed Snake to search all he wanted, but there had been no wounds. No sign of injury on the boy apart from the amount of blood covering his clothes. He didn't know how these happened, how they formed. To be honest, his mind wasn't in the place to even be thinking about anything at the moment. The words that were spoken gained no response from Elliot. He couldn't muster the words for a proper response. Now, he just felt broke. Truly broken.

But little did he know, he's been long since broken. Hasn't he? His eyes half lidded, he tilted his head to rest against Snake's shoulder. He didn't want to speak, he didn't have the courage. It was almost gut-wrenching to think about this. I hurt myself, he would have responded. I killed my own family. I'm a monster. Many phrases such as these ran through Elliot's head as he remained still

[snakeofaguy]

It is worth worry about because it is Elliot. [Third person slips out of him in his panic, falling back on something he knows and is familiar with. It feels more comfortable to be speaking as though the snakes were talking, as if he were communicating for him. Only a translator, never the one involved, always so detached. He'd tried so hard just to be the observer, to be the quiet sentry of the tents, to watch over his family's safety in silence. Because they loved him as he was then, they accepted that. But he can't, not here, not now, not when he'd already lost his family once