Vigilo. Opperior. Audio.

// hi i kinda left da fandom unfortunately . But still occasionally check this account so

#ooc

*Syl wakes up on his desk, everything a bit blurry from the sudden nap. He feels someone tapping his shoulder, turning around, he sees Elias gently nudging him awake*

- @eliasbouchardofficial

mm..? [once he realizes he'd fallen asleep at his desk he snaps up and quickly straightens out his appearance. He forgets to put his glasses back on, but doesn't seem to notice]

uh- a-apologies, Elias.... I- I didn't realize how tired... I didn't mean to-

what- what time is it-?

Hello, my love.

It's not that late, you fell asleep for a bit, but i wouldn't want you to fall asleep on your workplace.

We can take a walk, and then you should get some proper rest my darling.

sorry- a-again... [he knew he probably didn't need to apologize, but he did anyway.] it won't happen again...

[he got up and followed elias]

Darling, it's okay. I just don't want you to get sore from napping on your desk, if you ever feel tired you can just take a break in my hidden room, alright?

*they smile, stopping him for a second just to leave a small kiss on his forehead before slowly walking out of the room*

alright, I'll keep that in mind.. though I really don't plan on letting myself fall asleep at work again.

[he follows along, still feeling a bit fuzzy. Surely the walk would wake him up though.]

I need you to be well rested when you come here, my love. Take care of yourself, okay?

*they walked through the complicated corridors of the Institute, it's labyrinths already familiar to Sylvester. At some point, if you dedicate enough love to it, it's twisting turns become a second home.*

I'm trying to

[Syl knew the halls like the back of his hand, no matter how twisted and convoluted they could be.]

Any particular reason for the walk, or...? not- not complaining, of course. just curious if you had a reason beyond spending a little time together. I guess we've both been quite busy lately....

we should do dinner. its been a while since we've gone out.

*they were seemingly going nowhere, passing the entrance to the library and going further into the maze. There were enough turns in the institute for a proper walk, especially at such a leisurely pace.*

It has been, my darling. We need to go out again, maybe i can take you somewhere really nice this time.

The last few weeks have been rough my love, we need to spend more time together.

as if everywhere you take me isn't "really nice" [he laughed a bit] but... A nice night out does sound good

Mmm... they have. And we really do~ I feel like I've seen Immi more than you these past few days

*they laugh gently, their eyes squinting in faint confusion*

Love, are you sure you're getting enough sleep? I have no idea who Immi is, have you been out with your friends these days? Maybe i haven't noticed, but that's quite alright. I'm glad you're getting some free time.

what- n-no....

This is- this is just a joke, right?

Immi. Our design and decoration specialist.... Or whatever her title was

She did a bunch of the paintings. Watches through them.

Decorated a good chunk of the institute.

The performance. With her and Imogen and the Director? Isla got crushed by a spotlight?

*the look on their face became more concerned the more Sylvester kept talking... It seems like they still had no idea.*

Darling, are you sure you're alright? You didn't hit your head anywhere? We should probably get you checked out at the hospital--

I have no idea who you're talking about.

No, of course I didn't hit my head- how do you not-

Are you feeling ok? Did- did something happen? You are still... you, right?

I'm feeling quite fine Sylvester, and yes, I'm still me. I have no idea what would give you a different impression. Are you sure we don't need to... Check you out for anything?

yes, I'm sure. you're the one acting strangely. look- how about I just take you up to Immi's office. I still don't know how you could forget her, but it will jog your memory I'm sure

[Syl wasn't really taking no for an answer, he started off towards where Immi's office should be, assuming Elias would follow]

Well... Sure. If you say so my love.

*They looked so genuinely confused and worried as they turned the corridors with Sylvester. But seems like... They didn't exactly lead to where he would expect them to.*

[Syl finally stopped, just as confused as Elias appeared, looking at a blank wall]

It- it should have been-

Her office should be here

I didn't- I know I didn't take a wrong turn or anything

Her office should be here.

Elias I- what- what is going on?

Love... Nothing's going on. Something's... Wrong with you. Are you sure you're alright? Did you maybe take a leitner home?

*While the two were talking, a man with arms full of files, glancing over to them and nodding*

Hey Syl! Hello Elias!

No, and if I did it wouldn't be doing... Anything like this. I'm careful about the ones I read. Even moreso the ones I take home.

[Syl looked confused as the passerby greeted them]

Sorry do- do I know you?

...Hello Matthew.

*Elias throws a confused look towards Sylvester, but doesn't comment further. They start to look... Tired, honestly. Worried, tired, and frustrated.*

Uh... Yyyeah? We've been working together for... Four months now. You know, since i joined the institute? Are you alright?

right, right... Of course. Yeah, sorry. I'm.... I'm fine. Just... Uh- it's fine, won't happen again.

[he mumbled out a half-hearted apology. Sylvester had no idea who this person was, of course. Nobody named Matthew had been hired recently, but it was going to be easier to just dismiss the person.

when he looked back to elias he could see their growing frustration and almost recoiled a bit. this was definitely the first time she'd ever seemed frustrated or exhausted by him. the idea stung. syl quickly moved his gaze to the floor instead. it was probably best he just kept quiet and played along with whatever was going on for now...]

#tma rp blog #unreality #reply #antique eyes

Dude, did you really forget me? Dude, I've been hired in your department, i thought you kept good track of your librarians? There aren't so many of us, i thought there's a reason Elias made you the head of the library!

*The man looks... Genuinely hurt. Like you just forgot the name of a dear friend, one you've worked with shoulder to shoulder for month...*

Hey, so is it normal for the Eye to be the main force keeping you alive?

-Alex

No. You should talk about that to your therapist dear.

*He nodded nervously.*

Well, it's just that I kind of got un-avatared, and literally became seconds away from dying. Like that's not even me being dramatic.

Also people keep stabbing me, and I really am not enjoying it.

Ah, if you mean it like that... Then yes, an avatars body does rely on it's power a lot. You should stay with me in my office today, so you don't get hurt by anyone.

Right...

*He sits on a chair across from them. Once you get a better look at him, he looks like he's just had enough. He didn't necessarily look messy, he just looked a bit rough.*

...do you hate me?

*When he said that, he just sounded defeated.*

No.

*they didn't try to resist the compulsion, it wouldn't be strong enough to force an answer out of them but he didn't have a reason to lie. He didn't hate Alex, quite the opposite actually.*

You're... Quite tired, i see.

Yep...

*He scoots his chair closer, as if hinting that he may want to sit on their lap.*

How disappointed of me are you?

Not disappointed at all, actually I'm quite proud of how far you've come.

*She sighs, rolling her chair a little bit further from the desk, making space for alex to join them on their lap. With a gentle smile, they pat their knee, encouraging him*

Come on sweetheart, come here.

*He hops out of his chair, and sits on their lap.

He takes a deep breath, getting crushed by emotion, and starts to sob onto their shoulder, not being able to hold himself together anymore.*

*...Well this is quite awkward. Despite being quite old not ... A lot of people have broken down in front of Elias. Or on him. Even less on him. But... It's fine, right? How hard can this really be.

They gently hug him, their hand slowly sliding up and down his back,, she decides to hold him through it, not saying anything. He clearly needed a break.*

*He tries to take deep breaths, to calm himself.

He was clearly at his worst mentally right now.

You could hear a lot of apologies for breaking down like this in front of them through the sobbing, but he was struggling.*

*they squeeze him a little tighter, saying that it's okay, they don't mind. Everyone has their moments of weakness... He doesn't mind witnessing Alex's. It's alright.*

*After a solid 10 minutes, he finally cools down enough to clearly speak.*

What have I done to myself....

What happened, my dear? Talk to me.

*they continue holding him for as long as he needs... Their coat will be ruined, but that's fine. They have more of those. A lot more. And Alex is not replaceable.*

It's all just too much...

And Sylvester...

*He trails off.*

[In his mind, you could see flashes of everything Syl said to him, how that was the final nail in the coffin to cause this deterioration of the mind.]

Oh my love... I'm not going to give up on you, please remember that. I'm already in too deep... And you're stuck with me, both you and Sylvester.

*Their hands are gently threading through Alex's grown out hair, giving him more space to move but still making sure he's close.*

..you sure?

*By now, he's practically melted into Elias's grip.*

#reply #unreality #tma rp blog #Alex

Yes, yes I'm sure... Just the three of us against the world, hm?

*She lets out a quiet giggle, placing a soft kiss on the top of Alex's head,, they don't really want to move anywhere, this is so nice,, if they could z they'd stay like this for the night.

... Although, maybe Elias could invite Alex somewhere a bit more comfortable than his office*

Hey, so is it normal for the Eye to be the main force keeping you alive?

-Alex

No. You should talk about that to your therapist dear.

*He nodded nervously.*

Well, it's just that I kind of got un-avatared, and literally became seconds away from dying. Like that's not even me being dramatic.

Also people keep stabbing me, and I really am not enjoying it.

Ah, if you mean it like that... Then yes, an avatars body does rely on it's power a lot. You should stay with me in my office today, so you don't get hurt by anyone.

Right...

*He sits on a chair across from them. Once you get a better look at him, he looks like he's just had enough. He didn't necessarily look messy, he just looked a bit rough.*

...do you hate me?

*When he said that, he just sounded defeated.*

No.

*they didn't try to resist the compulsion, it wouldn't be strong enough to force an answer out of them but he didn't have a reason to lie. He didn't hate Alex, quite the opposite actually.*

You're... Quite tired, i see.

Yep...

*He scoots his chair closer, as if hinting that he may want to sit on their lap.*

How disappointed of me are you?

Not disappointed at all, actually I'm quite proud of how far you've come.

*She sighs, rolling her chair a little bit further from the desk, making space for alex to join them on their lap. With a gentle smile, they pat their knee, encouraging him*

Come on sweetheart, come here.

*He hops out of his chair, and sits on their lap.

He takes a deep breath, getting crushed by emotion, and starts to sob onto their shoulder, not being able to hold himself together anymore.*

*...Well this is quite awkward. Despite being quite old not ... A lot of people have broken down in front of Elias. Or on him. Even less on him. But... It's fine, right? How hard can this really be.

They gently hug him, their hand slowly sliding up and down his back,, she decides to hold him through it, not saying anything. He clearly needed a break.*

*He tries to take deep breaths, to calm himself.

He was clearly at his worst mentally right now.

You could hear a lot of apologies for breaking down like this in front of them through the sobbing, but he was struggling.*

*they squeeze him a little tighter, saying that it's okay, they don't mind. Everyone has their moments of weakness... He doesn't mind witnessing Alex's. It's alright.*

*After a solid 10 minutes, he finally cools down enough to clearly speak.*

What have I done to myself....

What happened, my dear? Talk to me.

*they continue holding him for as long as he needs... Their coat will be ruined, but that's fine. They have more of those. A lot more. And Alex is not replaceable.*

It's all just too much...

And Sylvester...

*He trails off.*

[In his mind, you could see flashes of everything Syl said to him, how that was the final nail in the coffin to cause this deterioration of the mind.]

#unreality #tma rp blog #reply #Alex

Oh my love... I'm not going to give up on you, please remember that. I'm already in too deep... And you're stuck with me, both you and Sylvester.

*Their hands are gently threading through Alex's grown out hair, giving him more space to move but still making sure he's close.*

Answer my question, Jonah.

Sylvester or Alex?

I wouldn't let the situation get to that.

Do you prefer eliass bitchard or jonah fagnus?

Elias bitchard is a classic... I like it more.

woe, pocket sand be upon yee!

...No. *They shake all of the sand out. No more.*

You're my comfort character<3

Aw, thank you. I wonder what's so comforting about me, most people find me... The opposite.

I would expect that. Although i did not know jon was pregnant.

Hello Elias

Yes I am a Spiral Avatar

Yes I am a Stranger Avatar too

"Eye"

Can

Switch

Start Running.

... Wonderful?

ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this plastic explosive

As long as they don't blow up inside of the institute.

what are the chances that the very clearly hunt themed necklace that I woke up with after dying(?) and cannot take off is an artifact.

also congrats on coming out ig, dunno when that happened. -GR

The chances are a hundred percent, bring it to the institute when you can.

Thank you

If you were forced to kill one of them, which one would you kill, Alex or Sylvester?

... God.

*Syl wakes up on his desk, everything a bit blurry from the sudden nap. He feels someone tapping his shoulder, turning around, he sees Elias gently nudging him awake*

- @eliasbouchardofficial

mm..? [once he realizes he'd fallen asleep at his desk he snaps up and quickly straightens out his appearance. He forgets to put his glasses back on, but doesn't seem to notice]

uh- a-apologies, Elias.... I- I didn't realize how tired... I didn't mean to-

what- what time is it-?

Hello, my love.

It's not that late, you fell asleep for a bit, but i wouldn't want you to fall asleep on your workplace.

We can take a walk, and then you should get some proper rest my darling.

sorry- a-again... [he knew he probably didn't need to apologize, but he did anyway.] it won't happen again...

[he got up and followed elias]

Darling, it's okay. I just don't want you to get sore from napping on your desk, if you ever feel tired you can just take a break in my hidden room, alright?

*they smile, stopping him for a second just to leave a small kiss on his forehead before slowly walking out of the room*

alright, I'll keep that in mind.. though I really don't plan on letting myself fall asleep at work again.

[he follows along, still feeling a bit fuzzy. Surely the walk would wake him up though.]

I need you to be well rested when you come here, my love. Take care of yourself, okay?

*they walked through the complicated corridors of the Institute, it's labyrinths already familiar to Sylvester. At some point, if you dedicate enough love to it, it's twisting turns become a second home.*

I'm trying to

[Syl knew the halls like the back of his hand, no matter how twisted and convoluted they could be.]

Any particular reason for the walk, or...? not- not complaining, of course. just curious if you had a reason beyond spending a little time together. I guess we've both been quite busy lately....

we should do dinner. its been a while since we've gone out.

*they were seemingly going nowhere, passing the entrance to the library and going further into the maze. There were enough turns in the institute for a proper walk, especially at such a leisurely pace.*

It has been, my darling. We need to go out again, maybe i can take you somewhere really nice this time.

The last few weeks have been rough my love, we need to spend more time together.

as if everywhere you take me isn't "really nice" [he laughed a bit] but... A nice night out does sound good

Mmm... they have. And we really do~ I feel like I've seen Immi more than you these past few days

*they laugh gently, their eyes squinting in faint confusion*

Love, are you sure you're getting enough sleep? I have no idea who Immi is, have you been out with your friends these days? Maybe i haven't noticed, but that's quite alright. I'm glad you're getting some free time.

what- n-no....

This is- this is just a joke, right?

Immi. Our design and decoration specialist.... Or whatever her title was

She did a bunch of the paintings. Watches through them.

Decorated a good chunk of the institute.

The performance. With her and Imogen and the Director? Isla got crushed by a spotlight?

*the look on their face became more concerned the more Sylvester kept talking... It seems like they still had no idea.*

Darling, are you sure you're alright? You didn't hit your head anywhere? We should probably get you checked out at the hospital--

I have no idea who you're talking about.

No, of course I didn't hit my head- how do you not-

Are you feeling ok? Did- did something happen? You are still... you, right?

I'm feeling quite fine Sylvester, and yes, I'm still me. I have no idea what would give you a different impression. Are you sure we don't need to... Check you out for anything?

yes, I'm sure. you're the one acting strangely. look- how about I just take you up to Immi's office. I still don't know how you could forget her, but it will jog your memory I'm sure

[Syl wasn't really taking no for an answer, he started off towards where Immi's office should be, assuming Elias would follow]

Well... Sure. If you say so my love.

*They looked so genuinely confused and worried as they turned the corridors with Sylvester. But seems like... They didn't exactly lead to where he would expect them to.*

[Syl finally stopped, just as confused as Elias appeared, looking at a blank wall]

It- it should have been-

Her office should be here

I didn't- I know I didn't take a wrong turn or anything

Her office should be here.

Elias I- what- what is going on?

Love... Nothing's going on. Something's... Wrong with you. Are you sure you're alright? Did you maybe take a leitner home?

*While the two were talking, a man with arms full of files, glancing over to them and nodding*

Hey Syl! Hello Elias!

No, and if I did it wouldn't be doing... Anything like this. I'm careful about the ones I read. Even moreso the ones I take home.

[Syl looked confused as the passerby greeted them]

Sorry do- do I know you?