[Open Post] "Cold-hearted orb that rules the night/Removes the colors from our sight"

[silvereyedphage]

Yet another loss, yet someone else snatched from him. This sense of emptiness has haunted Muraki too many times than he cares to recall. His nights, sleeping tangled in his sheets, have been sleepless. At least the days have been busy, running chemical analyses on the samples which that dark gent from the land of the Nile collected, or visiting

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[pinkduelist]

Typist figures this period of utter and complete grief might actually make these two bond for once. After all, they lost deeply loved family members at around the same time.

Utena walks in the main room, her posture doesn't show any pain, but if Muraki can take a look at her face, it's another story entirely. Her big sky blue eyes are reddened and squinting with tears fallen.

[silvereyedphage]

The last time they spoke, Utena succeeded in cleaning Muraki's clock for him. He'd be the first to admit he's a champion at holding grudges, but right now, he doesn't really have the energy for it. "Something weighing on your heart, Miss Tenjou?" he ventures.

[pinkduelist]

And Utena still doesn't trust you. However her grief overrides any natural distrust she has for Muraki.

"Titus... he's dead. I failed, I failed in protecting him."

[silvereyedphage]

"I have heard the rumors," he says, soberly. "So...it has been confirmed then?" There might be a small break in his voice, a hint of tears.

[ohmaiden]

Iphigenia's been in mourning as well--she's figured that Titus is probably gone for good, and that hurts her deeply.

When she tries to escape this feeling by leaving her room and going elsewhere, it doesn't help. So when she stumbles upon Muraki and his writing, she's almost relieved to have found what she thinks is a kindred spirit.

She sighs and sits near him, in an old rocking chair.

[silvereyedphage]

Hearing her movement and more particularly that sigh, he looks up, with a bit of a sad smile. "A nymph approaches: perhaps I shall at last find some inspiration," he says. "Are you feeling pensive tonight, Iphigenia?"

[ohmaiden]

She shrugs a little.

"I am, I guess. Too much thinking makes me worry, though, and then it gets worse."

[silvereyedphage]

"A crime that I've been guilty of committing myself, particularly now," he admits, dryly. "Do you want to talk about it? Don't think that I'm pressing you: some burdens are easier to bear if someone helps to shoulder it."

[villageson]

11-12 happens to be nearby when he hears the sighing and looks Muraki's way. "Are you alright?"

[silvereyedphage]

Hearing 11-12's voice, he looks up, a small, sad smile crossing his pale face. "I wish that I could say that I am, but I'm afraid a dark cloud has passed over my head as of late," he says.

[villageson]

11-12's brow creases in concern. He walks closer. "Do you want to talk about it?"

[silvereyedphage]

"I'd be the first to admit, I'm so bone-tired of living with it that it tires me to speak of it," he admits. "But your company would refresh me a bit," he adds, patting the cushion beside him.

[gettin2old4this]

Genkai wouldn't admit it, but she needs someone to talk to as well. She's just so angry at Titus for trusting in his killer and feels complete and utter rage at the person who did this to him. She has a good mind to hunt that inhuman fuck down with her mind and destroying him. Of course that carries a large risk, she could lose her mind to her own power or Morgoth. (She doesn't want neither.)

She looks over at him.

[silvereyedphage]

He feels her gaze on him and he looks up. "Good evening... Dar I ask, what brings you here this evening, Genkai?" he says, rising and bowing to her, respectfully.

[gettin2old4this]

"I frankly don't know.", she tells him. But her thoughts are quite different. I should be hunting for that bastard.

[silvereyedphage]

"I'll admit, I'm tempted to say you could commiserate with a man who's lost a loved one and is bemoaning the fact that a young man has been cut off in the prime of life. But I have a feeling you'd rather haul off and flog me with my own braces for daring to say that," he says, only half joking for a change.

"I've been assisting Mister Jacquel with the post-mortem examination, and the results have been...distressing, even for me, with the years of experience," he adds, completely serious now.

[invsbl_eyebrows]

Tom comes into the room, humming slightly because he's in such a good mood. He hasn't heard anything about the murders.

He stops walking when he sees Muraki, though, since Muraki is someone he recognises. "Hi," he says.

[silvereyedphage]

Here's someone Muraki can honestly say he's fond of, but not for *that* reason: looking at Tom is like looking at a younger brother. "Good evening... I hope that my sighs and moans and brow-beating didn't disturb you?"

[invsbl_eyebrows]

"Nope. I don't think it counts as disturbing someone if they just walked into the room. So why are you, um, brow-beating?"

[silvereyedphage]

He looks out the window. "I hesitate to elaborate since it's something that haunts me so much that it tires me to speak of it, but I will say that it's something which requires me to wear black instead of white," he says. "And unfortunately, the Mansion decided to stop being a decent tailor: the jackets aren't fitting properly across my shoulders."