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vatheon2012-11-02 11:27 am
relinquishing) wrote in vatheon2012-11-02 11:27 am
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Who: Lloyd Irving and Guy Cecil.
Where: Yutopil 1-6
When: Thursday evening, after the nightmares start up. (Backdated)
Status: Closed
[The first couple nights of the week had been an absolute mess in Yutopil 1-5. It seemed that, no matter how far Guy tried to get himself from his roommate, their nightmares would mesh together - the bubbling of a bottomless sea of miasma under their feet, a slaughtered Oracle soldier screaming in agony or the illusions of their party (Guy himself included) turning away and leaving Luke alone. It was hard enough to watch, but it was a little harder to realize Luke could also see what was happening to Guy... well, the shapes and shadows that would leap out with the shriek of a woman's voice withstanding.
It was that one moment, when he'd lost control - the moment that he'd only told Luke the partial truth about. He'd feel a sickening clutch against his arm, a flash of purple, and over and over he'd see that scene happen from beginning to the inevitable end. A ghost of himself, anger in his eyes, sword drawn and fighting to kill a frightened Luke. He would always overwhelm the noble within moments, disarming him, raising his blade--
He wished it ended there. He wish he hadn't looked when that scene first played before him. The scent of blood and the sound of Luke's screams were the worst part, and they lingered for much longer than the scene itself, leaving Guy with a sickening, frightened pit in his stomach until the ghosts eventually appeared to repeat the same events.
Over and over.
It wasn't as if he could just stop it, for himself or for his roommate. So after that first night, when the fairies started to melt, Guy would retreat as far to the other side of their small living place as possible. It didn't take long to realize, though, that while Guy would soon be out of Luke's fears.... he was close enough to pick up someone else's. Glimpses of a faceless man, a wicked smile and a blade in hand, dark whispers on his lips...
It was oddly familiar, with the murders that had just ended, and it took a couple days for the blonde to remember just who lived next door. He hadn't seen or heard from Lloyd since he'd spoken to him upon waking up a couple weeks ago, and the boy could easily have had some help. But Thursday still found Guy knocking on his neighbors' door. Call it the caretaker in him, but after seeing how Lloyd had been at Zelda's house... he just wanted to make sure.]
Where: Yutopil 1-6
When: Thursday evening, after the nightmares start up. (Backdated)
Status: Closed
[The first couple nights of the week had been an absolute mess in Yutopil 1-5. It seemed that, no matter how far Guy tried to get himself from his roommate, their nightmares would mesh together - the bubbling of a bottomless sea of miasma under their feet, a slaughtered Oracle soldier screaming in agony or the illusions of their party (Guy himself included) turning away and leaving Luke alone. It was hard enough to watch, but it was a little harder to realize Luke could also see what was happening to Guy... well, the shapes and shadows that would leap out with the shriek of a woman's voice withstanding.
It was that one moment, when he'd lost control - the moment that he'd only told Luke the partial truth about. He'd feel a sickening clutch against his arm, a flash of purple, and over and over he'd see that scene happen from beginning to the inevitable end. A ghost of himself, anger in his eyes, sword drawn and fighting to kill a frightened Luke. He would always overwhelm the noble within moments, disarming him, raising his blade--
He wished it ended there. He wish he hadn't looked when that scene first played before him. The scent of blood and the sound of Luke's screams were the worst part, and they lingered for much longer than the scene itself, leaving Guy with a sickening, frightened pit in his stomach until the ghosts eventually appeared to repeat the same events.
Over and over.
It wasn't as if he could just stop it, for himself or for his roommate. So after that first night, when the fairies started to melt, Guy would retreat as far to the other side of their small living place as possible. It didn't take long to realize, though, that while Guy would soon be out of Luke's fears.... he was close enough to pick up someone else's. Glimpses of a faceless man, a wicked smile and a blade in hand, dark whispers on his lips...
It was oddly familiar, with the murders that had just ended, and it took a couple days for the blonde to remember just who lived next door. He hadn't seen or heard from Lloyd since he'd spoken to him upon waking up a couple weeks ago, and the boy could easily have had some help. But Thursday still found Guy knocking on his neighbors' door. Call it the caretaker in him, but after seeing how Lloyd had been at Zelda's house... he just wanted to make sure.]
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Day time was a little better, when the fears melted back into the form of a fairy that Lloyd couldn't get rid of, no matter how hard he tried. During the day, he didn't stay completely holed up in his room. Despite the pinched look around his eyes, he'd been doing his best to try to shove the nighttime horrors into the back of his mind and pretend that everything was all right.
Unfortunately, every night, the fears came back - and sometimes not alone. While not as common as his terror of being tortured again, being turned into a monster and attacking his friends, he sometimes caught glimpses of other horrific things. Blood, steel, and Guy's blade flashed, and Luke hit the ground as he life spilled out, blood dripping down the blade in Guy's hand. Someone screamed and shadows lunged past, never touching him but so close he could swear he felt the air stir. It would have been disconcerting even under the best of circumstances. Already primed with fear, it only made things worse, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that the things he was seeing weren't real. It was almost, almost enough to make him consider the alcohol that Angelo kept in a cabinet in the kitchen. If he could drink enough to make himself pass out...
But if he didn't pass out, if he simply got himself sick, then he'd be miserable and afraid, and that just didn't seem worth it. So instead, when he went to the kitchen, it was only to get a glass of milk. He didn't need to eat or drink anymore, and more often than not food seemed tasteless to him unless he spiced it heavily, but he was hoping the milk would still have the effect of calming him a little. The fairy had already melted for the night, and the man with the smile was back. Kratos hadn't shown up yet, and it felt so childish to hope that his father would be there soon. He was eightee- seventeen. He should be able to battle his fears by himself.]
"Still just a child after all."
Shut up.
[Gripping his glass, he started to head back to his room, grimly trying his best not to look at the man. He didn't make it out of the kitchen, though, before the knock came at the door. Surprised, Lloyd's footsteps faltered, then stopped as he turned. Who would be here this late at night? Kratos hadn't bothered to knock, just came in through the bedroom window.
Only one way to find out. He headed to the door, reaching out to turn the knob. He blinked in surprise when he saw who it was.]
Guy?
[And now there was a monster looming over his shoulder, grey-green skin and bulging veins and huge, monstrous claws. A monster with a red jacket on. The monster reached for Guy.]
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[Any response Guy might have had when the door opens is instantly caught in his throat at the sight of the creature right behind Lloyd. The familiar red of the jacket doesn't even register. Could Lloyd not see it...? Why wasn't he running?? Was it just the lack of sleep starting to work at his mind, or--
No, no, it seems too real. Guy's eyes widen and he backs up a step, hand instinctively shooting for his hip to where his sword would usually rest.
His hand hasn't even made it to its target before there's a sudden cry of pain, in Luke's voice, seemingly coming from inside the hallway itself.]
"Guy...! Guy - s-stop, what are you doing..?!"
[The scent of blood is suddenly very strong.
The blonde freezes, a grimace flickering across his face. His fear is still as vivid now as it was the first day - although a handful of people had witnessed it, he'd refused to speak about it. Despite that, though, it had only taken the first night to realize that, as unsettling as it was, it wasn't real. It wasn't, it logically was impossible. Just a replay of a nightmare and nothing more. He knew Luke was curled up in the apartment. He knew that he wouldn't hurt him.
At least, not on purpose.
...
So if that wasn't real, then maybe this wasn't real, either. Maybe this thing - tall and bulbous, arms still pushing towards him but not actually harming him - was only a figment of someone's imagination. Lloyd or his roommate, or even someone else in the hall, maybe.
Guy keeps that tentative step back, but he lets his back straighten, swallowing dryly.]
...Sorry. We've been hearing commotion over here the last couple nights, so-- [His eyes flicker up to the monster for a second.] --just... wanted to be sure you were both alright.
...What's going on?
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blood and pain and Guy, s-stop!
and Lloyd has to wrench his eyes away from the horrifying flickers he can see just past Guy to meet the blond's eyes again. He swallows, hard, throat feeling dry.]
I'm... fine. Are you...?
[It isn't real. It can't be real. He's seen flickers and hear Luke's scream and it's just a nightmare, it has to be, but his eyes still slide to the left, looking past Guy into the hall. His knuckles turn white around the door knob.]
Is Luke...?
[He can't finish that thought.]