Vanessa // 003
Who: Vanessa and Elliot Angstray. I mean, Nightray.
Where: The Angstiest Tent There Ever Was
Style: Little brother gets to decide!
Status: Closed
Sometime in the middle of the night, Vanessa had happened to wake and been unable to fall back asleep. Elliot and his servant remained asleep as she wandered out of the tent, Dreamberry in her pocket, to take a short walk around the makeshift camp sight. There was talk that they'd be ready to move back into their own house soon, and with Elliot still recovering and her back aching more from sleeping on the ground so many nights in a row, she was more than happy to receive the more comfortable accommodations, no matter what price it may have along with it.
Since everything had happened, she hadn't thought to even look at the Dreamberry let alone check over to see just what the people of this world were talking and dreaming about, but maybe a quick look would at least exhaust her eyes enough that it would help her fall back asleep. She removed it from her pocket, only to find something surprising listed under the very first dream on the list. Her brother, dreaming just a few feet away from her inside of that tent. She took in a deep breath and hesitated before looking at it - her brother's personal thoughts shouldn't be any of her business, and the last time that she'd looked he'd told her that she'd seen things - but finally she hit the button to turn it on, one arm wrapped around herself while the other held the Dreamberry up to her face.
And not five minutes later, the Dreamberry was dropped to the ground and left there as she fled the camp. It had been the same dream as before, but...there were extra details this time. It hadn't just been a glimpse of that monster; it had been the monster cutting off her head, as well as two of her brothers' heads as well. Elliot couldn't have been...it couldn't have actually been true! And on top of the three siblings, their mother as well? No - it couldn't be true. She had to really, truly be going mad! Her brother was incapable of these things!
But as she finally let herself rest at the edge of a pond (as much as she wanted to stay away from water of any kind right now) she realized that...it had to be true. She could remember now - those memories that she'd repressed for so long - that Elliot had stood at the top of those stairs and glared down at her with that evil, vacant expression just before her head was severed from her neck. Seeing it through his eyes, she could remember now. She could remember that he...
Elliot. Her brother. The one person that she had left in the world was really the headhunter. The one who had killed her family and herself, who had ripped their entire family's structure and weak influence in the dukedom apart and let the splinted pieces scar and cut the remaining family members to the bone. It had been him all along...
All because of that servant. She knew it. She knew it! If it hadn't been for him, Elliot would never have been forced into this! He'd have been able to live as nothing more than the youngest Nightray son - without the need to take on the burden of his family's curse and live freely; the way that he decided to be right for him. And now he was dead, killed by practically his own hand.
It was too painful of a revelation to take. Vanessa couldn't face either of them right away, and spent most of the late morning and early afternoon hiding out in the shade of an oak tree until finally exhaustion and thirst became too much for her. She couldn't stay away forever; eventually she'd have to admit to Elliot that she'd seen the truth, straight from his head. But could she really tell him while he was still so weak? Still recovering? She couldn't put that sort of burden on him right now!
And yet, it wasn't until later afternoon that she finally made her way back to the tent, several marigolds in her hand. She'd told Ada Vessalius that she'd liked the sight of them, but the meaning behind them was why she carried them now. Grief; despair. It was the only emotion that held to her heart right now. She kept her eyes on the ground as she approached the tent, hoping that Elliot had at least remained asleep for the day so that he wouldn't have to worry that she'd disappeared for so much of it.
Where: The Angstiest Tent There Ever Was
Style: Little brother gets to decide!
Status: Closed
Sometime in the middle of the night, Vanessa had happened to wake and been unable to fall back asleep. Elliot and his servant remained asleep as she wandered out of the tent, Dreamberry in her pocket, to take a short walk around the makeshift camp sight. There was talk that they'd be ready to move back into their own house soon, and with Elliot still recovering and her back aching more from sleeping on the ground so many nights in a row, she was more than happy to receive the more comfortable accommodations, no matter what price it may have along with it.
Since everything had happened, she hadn't thought to even look at the Dreamberry let alone check over to see just what the people of this world were talking and dreaming about, but maybe a quick look would at least exhaust her eyes enough that it would help her fall back asleep. She removed it from her pocket, only to find something surprising listed under the very first dream on the list. Her brother, dreaming just a few feet away from her inside of that tent. She took in a deep breath and hesitated before looking at it - her brother's personal thoughts shouldn't be any of her business, and the last time that she'd looked he'd told her that she'd seen things - but finally she hit the button to turn it on, one arm wrapped around herself while the other held the Dreamberry up to her face.
And not five minutes later, the Dreamberry was dropped to the ground and left there as she fled the camp. It had been the same dream as before, but...there were extra details this time. It hadn't just been a glimpse of that monster; it had been the monster cutting off her head, as well as two of her brothers' heads as well. Elliot couldn't have been...it couldn't have actually been true! And on top of the three siblings, their mother as well? No - it couldn't be true. She had to really, truly be going mad! Her brother was incapable of these things!
But as she finally let herself rest at the edge of a pond (as much as she wanted to stay away from water of any kind right now) she realized that...it had to be true. She could remember now - those memories that she'd repressed for so long - that Elliot had stood at the top of those stairs and glared down at her with that evil, vacant expression just before her head was severed from her neck. Seeing it through his eyes, she could remember now. She could remember that he...
Elliot. Her brother. The one person that she had left in the world was really the headhunter. The one who had killed her family and herself, who had ripped their entire family's structure and weak influence in the dukedom apart and let the splinted pieces scar and cut the remaining family members to the bone. It had been him all along...
All because of that servant. She knew it. She knew it! If it hadn't been for him, Elliot would never have been forced into this! He'd have been able to live as nothing more than the youngest Nightray son - without the need to take on the burden of his family's curse and live freely; the way that he decided to be right for him. And now he was dead, killed by practically his own hand.
It was too painful of a revelation to take. Vanessa couldn't face either of them right away, and spent most of the late morning and early afternoon hiding out in the shade of an oak tree until finally exhaustion and thirst became too much for her. She couldn't stay away forever; eventually she'd have to admit to Elliot that she'd seen the truth, straight from his head. But could she really tell him while he was still so weak? Still recovering? She couldn't put that sort of burden on him right now!
And yet, it wasn't until later afternoon that she finally made her way back to the tent, several marigolds in her hand. She'd told Ada Vessalius that she'd liked the sight of them, but the meaning behind them was why she carried them now. Grief; despair. It was the only emotion that held to her heart right now. She kept her eyes on the ground as she approached the tent, hoping that Elliot had at least remained asleep for the day so that he wouldn't have to worry that she'd disappeared for so much of it.