Heart's Shadows [Active, Open]
Characters: Emil Castagnier, Kimihiro Watanuki, OPEN
Setting: Ira, Black Hallway
Time: Early Night 016
Summary: Emil, Watanuki, and the Mutter-Vater as Emil's relatives. This is going to be fun.
Warnings: DotNW spoilers are going to be a big part of this.
"You! You monster!"
It had been a long time since Emil had heard that voice, but he recoiled instinctively, cringing like he expected to be hit. It brought back memories, painful ones of a time when he had been both helpless and hopeless and more than one conversation had left him wondering if he would have been better off dying in the Blood Purge. It took a second for him to speak, and when he did his voice wavered. "Uncle Alba? Is that you?"
Suddenly he felt like shrinking, but Emil forced himself to look the direction of his uncle's voice. Sure enough he was there, making some kind of gesture as if to ward Emil off. Aunt Flora right behind him, looking unsure of herself but certainly not pleased to see him.
Both of them? Here? Why? How? That was something he would have never wished on them.
"Stay away from us!" Uncle Alba's voice grew even harsher, with an edge of fear to it. Emil remembered what Richter had said the last time they'd seen him, in Iselia. For all his angry words Uncle Alba feared Emil as much as Emil feared him, and they both needed to make the effort and open up to each other if they ever wanted to change the way things were. He needed to have courage. Maybe if he-
"What? Do you want to kill us too? Like you did that boy?"
Oh.
"I..." Automatically Emil averted his eyes down to the floor, his thoughts running around in the same circles over and over. How did Uncle Alba know about that? Had they heard? Whatever had happened, Uncle Alba obviously hated him. He always had. All that hope for change had been for nothing. Emil probably didn't even deserve it. Had word gotten out about what had happened? Emil had been gone for so long, there was no telling what had happened in his absence. And if he knew about Aster, that meant he might know a few other telling things about Emil as well. Uncle Alba probably hated him, and Aunt Flora too. They had every reason to hate him.
"That's right," Aunt Flora continued, as if reading his thoughts. "You ungrateful-you're not even a child, are you? Six months making a mockery of Lana's memory in our house. Six months, sleeping in our house and eating our food, and all that time Lana and our real nephew must have been rolling in their graves. Even Reysol deserved more than that."
Emil couldn't find the words in him to speak. He couldn’t speak; he couldn't argue, because everything they said was true. There was no way he could defend himself against the truth. After all this time in the house, away from almost everyone he'd ever known in his life before getting trapped here, the past had finally caught up with him again.
He couldn’t fight against the past.
Setting: Ira, Black Hallway
Time: Early Night 016
Summary: Emil, Watanuki, and the Mutter-Vater as Emil's relatives. This is going to be fun.
Warnings: DotNW spoilers are going to be a big part of this.
"You! You monster!"
It had been a long time since Emil had heard that voice, but he recoiled instinctively, cringing like he expected to be hit. It brought back memories, painful ones of a time when he had been both helpless and hopeless and more than one conversation had left him wondering if he would have been better off dying in the Blood Purge. It took a second for him to speak, and when he did his voice wavered. "Uncle Alba? Is that you?"
Suddenly he felt like shrinking, but Emil forced himself to look the direction of his uncle's voice. Sure enough he was there, making some kind of gesture as if to ward Emil off. Aunt Flora right behind him, looking unsure of herself but certainly not pleased to see him.
Both of them? Here? Why? How? That was something he would have never wished on them.
"Stay away from us!" Uncle Alba's voice grew even harsher, with an edge of fear to it. Emil remembered what Richter had said the last time they'd seen him, in Iselia. For all his angry words Uncle Alba feared Emil as much as Emil feared him, and they both needed to make the effort and open up to each other if they ever wanted to change the way things were. He needed to have courage. Maybe if he-
"What? Do you want to kill us too? Like you did that boy?"
Oh.
"I..." Automatically Emil averted his eyes down to the floor, his thoughts running around in the same circles over and over. How did Uncle Alba know about that? Had they heard? Whatever had happened, Uncle Alba obviously hated him. He always had. All that hope for change had been for nothing. Emil probably didn't even deserve it. Had word gotten out about what had happened? Emil had been gone for so long, there was no telling what had happened in his absence. And if he knew about Aster, that meant he might know a few other telling things about Emil as well. Uncle Alba probably hated him, and Aunt Flora too. They had every reason to hate him.
"That's right," Aunt Flora continued, as if reading his thoughts. "You ungrateful-you're not even a child, are you? Six months making a mockery of Lana's memory in our house. Six months, sleeping in our house and eating our food, and all that time Lana and our real nephew must have been rolling in their graves. Even Reysol deserved more than that."
Emil couldn't find the words in him to speak. He couldn’t speak; he couldn't argue, because everything they said was true. There was no way he could defend himself against the truth. After all this time in the house, away from almost everyone he'd ever known in his life before getting trapped here, the past had finally caught up with him again.
He couldn’t fight against the past.