Elliot Nightray (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
holyknights) wrote2011-06-07 02:57 am
holyknights) wrote2011-06-07 02:57 am
♞ III. action.
[After finally finding an opportunity to escape from his house, Elliot makes his way through the rain to the barracks. His intent is to let some of his frustration out, but it isn't going as well as he'd like. What should be flawless techniques are interrupted when his hand freezes up, forcing him to drop his precious black blade. Multiple times.
It would take more than a stupid handicap to make Elliot Nightray give up, though. It didn't matter how frustrating it was.
Sooner or later, he'll head back, but he's not in any hurry to do so. It's been almost a week since he returned and his condition hasn't improved much at all. He hates this place. He hates it with a passion.]
It would take more than a stupid handicap to make Elliot Nightray give up, though. It didn't matter how frustrating it was.
Sooner or later, he'll head back, but he's not in any hurry to do so. It's been almost a week since he returned and his condition hasn't improved much at all. He hates this place. He hates it with a passion.]
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[So he didn't know how, but that wasn't going to stop him. It didn't matter what they'd done to him, but they couldn't control him.]
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[It's a simple response, but it should say enough.]
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...it didn't say how long they'd last.
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[And that's exactly the problem. It's hard to be optimistic when no matter what he says, these problems won't just go away.
...but at least he had been assured that whatever was wrong was not himself.]
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The practice didn't make it any better?
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[Before he could try to be more forceful, that is.]
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[...that makes you sound really pathetic, Elliot.]
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No, I was... trying to figure out how to deal with my hand.
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[Not to mention that he was really frustrated with just sitting still.]
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[It is raining.]
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[A week of doing nothing was way too long.]
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It can wait a day more.
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You don't get it, do you?!
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Also asd;lkjg hit in the face with a wet towel. Elliot's wet towel, don't you have any shame as a noble, Elliot Nightray. He grabs it as it attempts to slide off his face and throws it back at him.]
Of course not. How am I supposed to understand when you just waltz into the rain without a word?
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Purposely.
He sits down on his bed.]
It waited long enough.
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[He wouldn't let himself. There were already too many things wrong, he wouldn't allow anything else to be added to it.]
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[Except that there's a way he can, and Leo can think of one way how it could all be made worse. Or would that be "made better"? It was all really very-- subjective. But that's not something he has to worry about, is it? It's Luceti, that thing doesn't exist...no. No.
He sighs quietly.]
But you're not superhuman-- you're not like a hero in a book.
[You may be a hero in his book, but that changes nothing.]
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It made him feel really selfish for wanting to be more self-sufficient, even if that's silly. He didn't want Leo to have to worry about him.]
Who's the one saying cheesy things now?
[If Elliot could take care of himself, Leo would never have to worry.]
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[He's been run ragged with anxiety for the past week, it's almost embarrassing to be so forthcoming. Almost.]
There's nothing wrong with being a little cheesy sometimes. [But...Elliot understands what he's trying to say, doesn't he? To make a comment like that. Sometimes, Leo would like a 100% confirmation of what was going on in his master's head.]
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