♞ IV. written & action.

[holyknights]

[There's a little note left over the journals today. It's directed toward his housemates, but not filtered, because Elliot Nightray doesn't give a damn about filters.]

I had some flowers planted behind the house. Get used to it.

[He doesn't expect there to be any problems, but it was a hell of a lot better than telling them personally.

Alas, Elliot's business with flowers today isn't finished yet. Because his servant has severe anger issues, there is a vase that must be replaced. It'll most likely end up broken again, but today is something of a special occasion, so Elliot will go out of his way to visit the stores and find a vase, and then some flowers to put in it.

Despite being as independent as he is, though, this isn't something he normally does. He's a Nightray, dammit. That's probably why Elliot will do his best to avoid socializing as much as he can. ...more than he already does.]

Comments

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Good. That's what he wanted to hear. It's almost a relief to know that he actually likes it.]

Happy birthday, then.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Mm. Was this why you were so secretive?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

What do you think? [He couldn't just tell him that it was for him. He only had so much privacy in this stupid house.] I asked Gil to bake something.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

There's a cake in the oven. I took a peek.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

He's making cookies, too...

[Which isn't exactly a problem, it's just more than he was expecting.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

...that's quite a bit of work.

[And judging by Elliot's expression, he knows that that bit isn't his fault, at least. Otherwise someone's in for a rebuking.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

He insisted. [He had wanted to do more, but Elliot didn't want to trouble him. Gilbert wasn't obligated to go out of his way for his younger brother's servant. He stands up, reaching for the sheet music and handing them back to Leo.] These are yours.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He reaches up to take them, but really, he can't help but comment quite idly--]

So I won't hear you sing?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot stiffens. Ugh, did you really have to mention that again...]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[...but he gets himself together quick enough.]

O-of course not! There are too many people...

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

So I'll just have to wait till everyone's out.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Ehhh, he kind of hoped he was off the hook...]

If that's what you want, then fine.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[No way. Since when has Leo let him off easy? Still, he catches Elliot's sleeve.]

Thank you, Elliot.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot looks down at his sleeve, slightly confused for a moment, but he nods at him.]

I'm glad you like it.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[And he lets go. It's the small things like this that make him glad that he chose to stand by Elliot's side and why he wouldn't give up days like this for anything.

For now, he'll fix a bright smile on his face.]

Ahh, I wonder what kind of cake he's made.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I didn't know what you'd like, so I left it up to him.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he'll do decently enough. Mr. Break says that he's a good baker, doesn't he?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Hell if I know.

[But he cooked decently enough on a regular basis, right...? That should be good enough.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Heh. He glances once at the sheets in his hand though-- is there a name given to this song?]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[There is a title at the top of the first page—"éclaircis", which comes from the word meaning "to brighten".

Elliot, on the other hand, is ready to head back to his room now, at least until dinner is ready.]