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@knit-closely-in-ny
Hey. This is jarring.
This isn't Leo, for obvious reasons. My name is Noah, i'm Leos ex boyfriend. I'm not here to disrespect him, in any way. He lived a complicated life i'm not sure even i understand fully. He was a pretty private person. But he shared a lot with me, so i'm hoping i can do him some justice and answer some questions about him.
I'm also taking on the duty of funeral preparations.
Please be respectful.
Didn’t you break up? Something like that…..
..I figured these questions would be more about him. But yes. He couldn't take time out of his schedule for me and that was the last straw.
Other than that, he was.. a good boyfriend. Mostly.
I might have been a little hard on him. I wont defend that. But he never really prioritized me. It was.. a complicated situation.
Are you planning to clear out his stuff?
Yeah, at some point. I have a trip planned to Dahlia for the funeral. Im gonna rifle through it then. Not that i think he has much to rifle through, but, you know.
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
Ah! I’ll answer it.
[Kam gets up from their seating beside Nadine, walking over to the door. They undo the lock—as their hands grasp the handle.]
[The handle is ice cold and sticks to their hand when they try to pull it away. The door is thrown open roughly, and Leo stands in the doorway. The hall behind him has been covered with a thin layer of ice.]
Am I interrupting?
Kam—!
[Kam gets squished behind the door, as Nadine’s off the chair in a flash, hands at the ready.]
Come on—can’t you leave us alone?
[He looks at her, finally, and something in his eyes changes. The girl he once called his friend, reduced to this. Pathetic. Groveling. Happy. How could she. He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on her.]
When I’m done here? There won’t be anything to leave alone.
[A flame begins to flicker in Nadine’s hand, growing in size.]
You don’t have to keep doing this, Leo. It will never satisfy you.
[He scoffs, the floor under their feet crunching as a thin layer of frost began to form.]
And how would you know what’s good for me? You never have before. Otherwise you wouldn’t have left me there with the dogs.
You didn’t even give me the courtesy to say goodbye. I returned from New York, and you were gone.
I sent you letters, you bitch!
[He throws his hand up, and a blast of ice goes barreling towards her.]
Damn it—!
[Nadine attempts to brace herself and deflect the ice with flames—but ends up barreling backward into the floor.]
[He breaks off a chunk of a large ice crystal that had formed, raising it over his head as he stepped over. His eyes were fixated on her, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. They froze almost immediately, dotting his cheeks in red.]
Why wasn’t I good enough??
Why wasn’t I worth your time? Because you had a change of heart? Or because you found something better?
Why couldn’t you just take me for me?
I hate you! I- I hate you, so fucking much!
[Nadine clutches on of her legs—petrified in ice as she attempts to thaw it. She inches away from Leo on the floor, writhing.]
I never hated you—I hate CloseKnit. I hate that I bought into what they preached. It was never about you.
[He scoffed out a laugh, stifling a choked sob.]
Then why didn’t you talk to me sooner? Why was I such an afterthought?
I let them mold he how they wanted. At least they told me they didn’t care.
Why do you think, Leo? Look at us. Look at yourself.
…I didn’t think you’d ever come back. So—I thought that keeping you in the dark about it was the best option.
And seeing where we are now—maybe that was.
There was never going to be an agreement between us after I left CloseKnit. Stayed with Kam. This is proof of that.
[He heaves out a few breaths, dropping the chunk of ice at his side as he chokes out a sob. He glances around the room, destroyed, and full of people who wanted him dead.]
I don’t wanna do this anymore. I just want things to go back to the way they were.
Don’t—
hurt—
[Kam’s able to claw their way out of the ice—staggering over to Nadine before collapsing on the floor beside her.]
gh—…
[His eyebrows furrow and he takes a step back, another sob escaping him.]
I’m sorry. I’m- I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I’ve had enough.
I wanna be done!
[As he says this, a pair of claws plunges through the side of his head, exiting his other temple. He goes limp unceremoniously, and Lazarus lifts the corpse into the air, inhaling deeply, seemingly satisfied with his work.]
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
Ah! I’ll answer it.
[Kam gets up from their seating beside Nadine, walking over to the door. They undo the lock—as their hands grasp the handle.]
[The handle is ice cold and sticks to their hand when they try to pull it away. The door is thrown open roughly, and Leo stands in the doorway. The hall behind him has been covered with a thin layer of ice.]
Am I interrupting?
Kam—!
[Kam gets squished behind the door, as Nadine’s off the chair in a flash, hands at the ready.]
Come on—can’t you leave us alone?
[He looks at her, finally, and something in his eyes changes. The girl he once called his friend, reduced to this. Pathetic. Groveling. Happy. How could she. He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on her.]
When I’m done here? There won’t be anything to leave alone.
[A flame begins to flicker in Nadine’s hand, growing in size.]
You don’t have to keep doing this, Leo. It will never satisfy you.
[He scoffs, the floor under their feet crunching as a thin layer of frost began to form.]
And how would you know what’s good for me? You never have before. Otherwise you wouldn’t have left me there with the dogs.
You didn’t even give me the courtesy to say goodbye. I returned from New York, and you were gone.
I sent you letters, you bitch!
[He throws his hand up, and a blast of ice goes barreling towards her.]
Damn it—!
[Nadine attempts to brace herself and deflect the ice with flames—but ends up barreling backward into the floor.]
[He breaks off a chunk of a large ice crystal that had formed, raising it over his head as he stepped over. His eyes were fixated on her, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. They froze almost immediately, dotting his cheeks in red.]
Why wasn’t I good enough??
Why wasn’t I worth your time? Because you had a change of heart? Or because you found something better?
Why couldn’t you just take me for me?
I hate you! I- I hate you, so fucking much!
[Nadine clutches on of her legs—petrified in ice as she attempts to thaw it. She inches away from Leo on the floor, writhing.]
I never hated you—I hate CloseKnit. I hate that I bought into what they preached. It was never about you.
[He scoffed out a laugh, stifling a choked sob.]
Then why didn’t you talk to me sooner? Why was I such an afterthought?
I let them mold he how they wanted. At least they told me they didn’t care.
Why do you think, Leo? Look at us. Look at yourself.
…I didn’t think you’d ever come back. So—I thought that keeping you in the dark about it was the best option.
And seeing where we are now—maybe that was.
There was never going to be an agreement between us after I left CloseKnit. Stayed with Kam. This is proof of that.
[He heaves out a few breaths, dropping the chunk of ice at his side as he chokes out a sob. He glances around the room, destroyed, and full of people who wanted him dead.]
I don’t wanna do this anymore. I just want things to go back to the way they were.
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
Ah! I’ll answer it.
[Kam gets up from their seating beside Nadine, walking over to the door. They undo the lock—as their hands grasp the handle.]
[The handle is ice cold and sticks to their hand when they try to pull it away. The door is thrown open roughly, and Leo stands in the doorway. The hall behind him has been covered with a thin layer of ice.]
Am I interrupting?
Kam—!
[Kam gets squished behind the door, as Nadine’s off the chair in a flash, hands at the ready.]
Come on—can’t you leave us alone?
[He looks at her, finally, and something in his eyes changes. The girl he once called his friend, reduced to this. Pathetic. Groveling. Happy. How could she. He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on her.]
When I’m done here? There won’t be anything to leave alone.
[A flame begins to flicker in Nadine’s hand, growing in size.]
You don’t have to keep doing this, Leo. It will never satisfy you.
[He scoffs, the floor under their feet crunching as a thin layer of frost began to form.]
And how would you know what’s good for me? You never have before. Otherwise you wouldn’t have left me there with the dogs.
You didn’t even give me the courtesy to say goodbye. I returned from New York, and you were gone.
I sent you letters, you bitch!
[He throws his hand up, and a blast of ice goes barreling towards her.]
Damn it—!
[Nadine attempts to brace herself and deflect the ice with flames—but ends up barreling backward into the floor.]
[He breaks off a chunk of a large ice crystal that had formed, raising it over his head as he stepped over. His eyes were fixated on her, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. They froze almost immediately, dotting his cheeks in red.]
Why wasn’t I good enough??
Why wasn’t I worth your time? Because you had a change of heart? Or because you found something better?
Why couldn’t you just take me for me?
I hate you! I- I hate you, so fucking much!
[Nadine clutches on of her legs—petrified in ice as she attempts to thaw it. She inches away from Leo on the floor, writhing.]
I never hated you—I hate CloseKnit. I hate that I bought into what they preached. It was never about you.
[He scoffed out a laugh, stifling a choked sob.]
Then why didn’t you talk to me sooner? Why was I such an afterthought?
I let them mold he how they wanted. At least they told me they didn’t care.
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
Ah! I’ll answer it.
[Kam gets up from their seating beside Nadine, walking over to the door. They undo the lock—as their hands grasp the handle.]
[The handle is ice cold and sticks to their hand when they try to pull it away. The door is thrown open roughly, and Leo stands in the doorway. The hall behind him has been covered with a thin layer of ice.]
Am I interrupting?
Kam—!
[Kam gets squished behind the door, as Nadine’s off the chair in a flash, hands at the ready.]
Come on—can’t you leave us alone?
[He looks at her, finally, and something in his eyes changes. The girl he once called his friend, reduced to this. Pathetic. Groveling. Happy. How could she. He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on her.]
When I’m done here? There won’t be anything to leave alone.
[A flame begins to flicker in Nadine’s hand, growing in size.]
You don’t have to keep doing this, Leo. It will never satisfy you.
[He scoffs, the floor under their feet crunching as a thin layer of frost began to form.]
And how would you know what’s good for me? You never have before. Otherwise you wouldn’t have left me there with the dogs.
You didn’t even give me the courtesy to say goodbye. I returned from New York, and you were gone.
I sent you letters, you bitch!
[He throws his hand up, and a blast of ice goes barreling towards her.]
Damn it—!
[Nadine attempts to brace herself and deflect the ice with flames—but ends up barreling backward into the floor.]
[He breaks off a chunk of a large ice crystal that had formed, raising it over his head as he stepped over. His eyes were fixated on her, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. They froze almost immediately, dotting his cheeks in red.]
Why wasn’t I good enough??
Why wasn’t I worth your time? Because you had a change of heart? Or because you found something better?
Why couldn’t you just take me for me?
I hate you! I- I hate you, so fucking much!
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
Ah! I’ll answer it.
[Kam gets up from their seating beside Nadine, walking over to the door. They undo the lock—as their hands grasp the handle.]
[The handle is ice cold and sticks to their hand when they try to pull it away. The door is thrown open roughly, and Leo stands in the doorway. The hall behind him has been covered with a thin layer of ice.]
Am I interrupting?
Kam—!
[Kam gets squished behind the door, as Nadine’s off the chair in a flash, hands at the ready.]
Come on—can’t you leave us alone?
[He looks at her, finally, and something in his eyes changes. The girl he once called his friend, reduced to this. Pathetic. Groveling. Happy. How could she. He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on her.]
When I’m done here? There won’t be anything to leave alone.
[A flame begins to flicker in Nadine’s hand, growing in size.]
You don’t have to keep doing this, Leo. It will never satisfy you.
[He scoffs, the floor under their feet crunching as a thin layer of frost began to form.]
And how would you know what’s good for me? You never have before. Otherwise you wouldn’t have left me there with the dogs.
You didn’t even give me the courtesy to say goodbye. I returned from New York, and you were gone.
I sent you letters, you bitch!
[He throws his hand up, and a blast of ice goes barreling towards her.]
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
Ah! I’ll answer it.
[Kam gets up from their seating beside Nadine, walking over to the door. They undo the lock—as their hands grasp the handle.]
[The handle is ice cold and sticks to their hand when they try to pull it away. The door is thrown open roughly, and Leo stands in the doorway. The hall behind him has been covered with a thin layer of ice.]
Am I interrupting?
Kam—!
[Kam gets squished behind the door, as Nadine’s off the chair in a flash, hands at the ready.]
Come on—can’t you leave us alone?
[He looks at her, finally, and something in his eyes changes. The girl he once called his friend, reduced to this. Pathetic. Groveling. Happy. How could she. He takes a step forward, his eyes locked on her.]
When I’m done here? There won’t be anything to leave alone.
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
Ah! I’ll answer it.
[Kam gets up from their seating beside Nadine, walking over to the door. They undo the lock—as their hands grasp the handle.]
[The handle is ice cold and sticks to their hand when they try to pull it away. The door is thrown open roughly, and Leo stands in the doorway. The hall behind him has been covered with a thin layer of ice.]
Am I interrupting?
[The apartment hadn’t seen this much life. The small group of friends, sharing a movie. Each equally surprised to be there. Each appreciative in their own way. The apartment hadn’t responded how anyone had expected it to. An unfamiliar chill crept in through seemingly every surface. Mort shuddered, tossing a blanket to Kam and Nadine, and subsequently Vernon.]
I thought my days of getting cold were over.
[Vernon wraps it around his upper body, with a yawn.]
We’re always cold. I think, anyway.
Could’ya pass me the remote? …I gotta find the right channel.
[He nods, passing the remote to Vernon. Even the buttons on the remote seemed to be freezing. The battery inside was hanging on by a thread, crackling quietly.]
Here you are, my good man.
….It seems the autumn temperatures are already closing in. Feels a little early, yes?
[There comes a firm knock on the door, and a soft humming is heard from the other side.]
“You’re doing a great work here, Leonardo. This much bigger than even I can comprehend! Just think about what this would mean for CloseKnit. For us. We’ll finally be able to move forward with our movement!”
“Isn’t it exciting? Ah, just thinking about it warms my heart.”
“After this, you can take a breath. You deserve it, sonny!”
What did you call me?
…
Yeah. Yeah, yeah okay. Of course. Anything for you. Anything that- anything that helps.
Yes.
I can do this.
After this, maybe it’s time I take a vacation. Something small. Head east, visit my parents. If they’ll even let me.
Anything to get away.
[There's a knock on his office door, firm as if whoever was on the other side had something important to ask him]
- 🪻
Come in.
[Alistair walks into the room. There's no fake smile to be seen on its face as he walks over to the desk]
... What would I have to do to get you to let them go. Permanently.
[Seems like he wasn't going to bother with pleasantries, then, the fake cheer missing from its voice]
Bold today, aren’t we?
That’s a tall ask, my friend.
What do you mean by 'tall ask'?
I mean you’re asking for quite a lot. I don’t exactly have.. flexibility when it comes to things like this. You know that.
Listen, I’ll drop the act. Your loyalty is dependent on them, I know that. How can I ensure you’ll stay loyal?
You—
Fine. We'll drop the act, you're right, I'm not going to pretend im still with the organization out of pure loyalty, because im not.
You want proof I'll stay loyal? Tell me, hypothetically, if someone took your younger sibling, the only family that mattered to you, what wouldn't you do to keep them safe, hypothetically, of course.
I understand your frustration. But this isn’t something we rush into.
I’ll tell you what. I’ll draw up some ideas. Some agreements that I think are fair. Then I get back to you.
Understand my frustration—?
Yvonne had their leg broken, almost their arm, I'm more than just frustrated. How can I even be sure that won't happen again while you're thinking of ideas?
[His voice raises slightly, the air around it warming as he clenches his fists at its sides]
[Leo tilts his head in amusement.]
You’ve got a temper, don’t you? I wonder how much potential it has.
Does that make you angry? The fact I hurt them? Or the fact that I enjoyed it? Watching them squirm in pain? Beg me to stop? Plead?
They called out for you, you know.
[Alistair honestly looks like he's barely holding itself back from lunging across the desk at him]
Has anyone ever told you that you don't know when to be quiet? Because It certainly doesn't look like it.
They're a kid, barely fifteen. Do you know how much of a monster you are? What, did it make you feel powerful to hurt them?
You're more of a monster than any demon that passes through these doors will ever be.
[Leo leans forward, his smile still bright.]
I don’t think you understand your situation, friend. Perhaps I need to re-educate you.
[The air around him turns frigid, and a small layer of frost forms on his desk.]
I think you’re the one who needs to learn when they should be quiet. We wouldn’t want anything unsavory to happen to them, or you, would we?
Oh, what, can't handle when someone talks back? You can't expect me to be all smiles when you admitted to my face that you enjoyed hurting them.
[Alistair has a frown on his face, the air around it warming further despite the otherwise chill around Leo]
Wouldn't want anything unsavory, hm? Bold words coming from the person who assured me nothing would happen to them as long as I stayed.
Did you even try to get a healer into see them?
[Leo exhaled from his nose, shaking his head.]
No. But I can assure you, friend, you’ll need to get one soon if you continue your pace.
[Alistair's jaw clenches and for a moment, it almost smells like something is burning in the office]
You're the one who—
[He takes a deep breath forcefully, a smile on its face, though it looks more like a snarl then anything]
You know what? Fine. I'll wait. I'll do my job, pass out those pamphlets, and do my paperwork, but i sincerely hope you don't expect me to play pretend in the process.
Be careful, Alistair.
Remember the stakes.
Oh trust me.
I remember them fully.
I'm going for a walk, or is that not allowed?
A-okay, friend!!
[Alistair doesn't bother with a goodbye or even wishing him a good day, they both know it wouldn't mean it, instead it just quickly leaves the office, closing the office door behind him, left in its place is a burnt part of a chair where he had been grabbing]
[He grumbled as he watched it leave, going back to his paperwork.]
[There's a knock on his office door, firm as if whoever was on the other side had something important to ask him]
- 🪻
Come in.
[Alistair walks into the room. There's no fake smile to be seen on its face as he walks over to the desk]
... What would I have to do to get you to let them go. Permanently.
[Seems like he wasn't going to bother with pleasantries, then, the fake cheer missing from its voice]
Bold today, aren’t we?
That’s a tall ask, my friend.
What do you mean by 'tall ask'?
I mean you’re asking for quite a lot. I don’t exactly have.. flexibility when it comes to things like this. You know that.
Listen, I’ll drop the act. Your loyalty is dependent on them, I know that. How can I ensure you’ll stay loyal?
You—
Fine. We'll drop the act, you're right, I'm not going to pretend im still with the organization out of pure loyalty, because im not.
You want proof I'll stay loyal? Tell me, hypothetically, if someone took your younger sibling, the only family that mattered to you, what wouldn't you do to keep them safe, hypothetically, of course.
I understand your frustration. But this isn’t something we rush into.
I’ll tell you what. I’ll draw up some ideas. Some agreements that I think are fair. Then I get back to you.
Understand my frustration—?
Yvonne had their leg broken, almost their arm, I'm more than just frustrated. How can I even be sure that won't happen again while you're thinking of ideas?
[His voice raises slightly, the air around it warming as he clenches his fists at its sides]
[Leo tilts his head in amusement.]
You’ve got a temper, don’t you? I wonder how much potential it has.
Does that make you angry? The fact I hurt them? Or the fact that I enjoyed it? Watching them squirm in pain? Beg me to stop? Plead?
They called out for you, you know.
[Alistair honestly looks like he's barely holding itself back from lunging across the desk at him]
Has anyone ever told you that you don't know when to be quiet? Because It certainly doesn't look like it.
They're a kid, barely fifteen. Do you know how much of a monster you are? What, did it make you feel powerful to hurt them?
You're more of a monster than any demon that passes through these doors will ever be.
[Leo leans forward, his smile still bright.]
I don’t think you understand your situation, friend. Perhaps I need to re-educate you.
[The air around him turns frigid, and a small layer of frost forms on his desk.]
I think you’re the one who needs to learn when they should be quiet. We wouldn’t want anything unsavory to happen to them, or you, would we?
Oh, what, can't handle when someone talks back? You can't expect me to be all smiles when you admitted to my face that you enjoyed hurting them.
[Alistair has a frown on his face, the air around it warming further despite the otherwise chill around Leo]
Wouldn't want anything unsavory, hm? Bold words coming from the person who assured me nothing would happen to them as long as I stayed.
Did you even try to get a healer into see them?
[Leo exhaled from his nose, shaking his head.]
No. But I can assure you, friend, you’ll need to get one soon if you continue your pace.
[Alistair's jaw clenches and for a moment, it almost smells like something is burning in the office]
You're the one who—
[He takes a deep breath forcefully, a smile on its face, though it looks more like a snarl then anything]
You know what? Fine. I'll wait. I'll do my job, pass out those pamphlets, and do my paperwork, but i sincerely hope you don't expect me to play pretend in the process.
Be careful, Alistair.
Remember the stakes.
Oh trust me.
I remember them fully.
I'm going for a walk, or is that not allowed?
A-okay, friend!!
[There's a knock on his office door, firm as if whoever was on the other side had something important to ask him]
- 🪻
Come in.
[Alistair walks into the room. There's no fake smile to be seen on its face as he walks over to the desk]
... What would I have to do to get you to let them go. Permanently.
[Seems like he wasn't going to bother with pleasantries, then, the fake cheer missing from its voice]
Bold today, aren’t we?
That’s a tall ask, my friend.
What do you mean by 'tall ask'?
I mean you’re asking for quite a lot. I don’t exactly have.. flexibility when it comes to things like this. You know that.
Listen, I’ll drop the act. Your loyalty is dependent on them, I know that. How can I ensure you’ll stay loyal?
You—
Fine. We'll drop the act, you're right, I'm not going to pretend im still with the organization out of pure loyalty, because im not.
You want proof I'll stay loyal? Tell me, hypothetically, if someone took your younger sibling, the only family that mattered to you, what wouldn't you do to keep them safe, hypothetically, of course.
I understand your frustration. But this isn’t something we rush into.
I’ll tell you what. I’ll draw up some ideas. Some agreements that I think are fair. Then I get back to you.
Understand my frustration—?
Yvonne had their leg broken, almost their arm, I'm more than just frustrated. How can I even be sure that won't happen again while you're thinking of ideas?
[His voice raises slightly, the air around it warming as he clenches his fists at its sides]
[Leo tilts his head in amusement.]
You’ve got a temper, don’t you? I wonder how much potential it has.
Does that make you angry? The fact I hurt them? Or the fact that I enjoyed it? Watching them squirm in pain? Beg me to stop? Plead?
They called out for you, you know.
[Alistair honestly looks like he's barely holding itself back from lunging across the desk at him]
Has anyone ever told you that you don't know when to be quiet? Because It certainly doesn't look like it.
They're a kid, barely fifteen. Do you know how much of a monster you are? What, did it make you feel powerful to hurt them?
You're more of a monster than any demon that passes through these doors will ever be.
[Leo leans forward, his smile still bright.]
I don’t think you understand your situation, friend. Perhaps I need to re-educate you.
[The air around him turns frigid, and a small layer of frost forms on his desk.]
I think you’re the one who needs to learn when they should be quiet. We wouldn’t want anything unsavory to happen to them, or you, would we?
Oh, what, can't handle when someone talks back? You can't expect me to be all smiles when you admitted to my face that you enjoyed hurting them.
[Alistair has a frown on his face, the air around it warming further despite the otherwise chill around Leo]
Wouldn't want anything unsavory, hm? Bold words coming from the person who assured me nothing would happen to them as long as I stayed.
Did you even try to get a healer into see them?
[Leo exhaled from his nose, shaking his head.]
No. But I can assure you, friend, you’ll need to get one soon if you continue your pace.
[Alistair's jaw clenches and for a moment, it almost smells like something is burning in the office]
You're the one who—
[He takes a deep breath forcefully, a smile on its face, though it looks more like a snarl then anything]
You know what? Fine. I'll wait. I'll do my job, pass out those pamphlets, and do my paperwork, but i sincerely hope you don't expect me to play pretend in the process.
Be careful, Alistair.
Remember the stakes.
[There's a knock on his office door, firm as if whoever was on the other side had something important to ask him]
- 🪻
Come in.
[Alistair walks into the room. There's no fake smile to be seen on its face as he walks over to the desk]
... What would I have to do to get you to let them go. Permanently.
[Seems like he wasn't going to bother with pleasantries, then, the fake cheer missing from its voice]
Bold today, aren’t we?
That’s a tall ask, my friend.
What do you mean by 'tall ask'?
I mean you’re asking for quite a lot. I don’t exactly have.. flexibility when it comes to things like this. You know that.
Listen, I’ll drop the act. Your loyalty is dependent on them, I know that. How can I ensure you’ll stay loyal?
You—
Fine. We'll drop the act, you're right, I'm not going to pretend im still with the organization out of pure loyalty, because im not.
You want proof I'll stay loyal? Tell me, hypothetically, if someone took your younger sibling, the only family that mattered to you, what wouldn't you do to keep them safe, hypothetically, of course.
I understand your frustration. But this isn’t something we rush into.
I’ll tell you what. I’ll draw up some ideas. Some agreements that I think are fair. Then I get back to you.
Understand my frustration—?
Yvonne had their leg broken, almost their arm, I'm more than just frustrated. How can I even be sure that won't happen again while you're thinking of ideas?
[His voice raises slightly, the air around it warming as he clenches his fists at its sides]
[Leo tilts his head in amusement.]
You’ve got a temper, don’t you? I wonder how much potential it has.
Does that make you angry? The fact I hurt them? Or the fact that I enjoyed it? Watching them squirm in pain? Beg me to stop? Plead?
They called out for you, you know.
[Alistair honestly looks like he's barely holding itself back from lunging across the desk at him]
Has anyone ever told you that you don't know when to be quiet? Because It certainly doesn't look like it.
They're a kid, barely fifteen. Do you know how much of a monster you are? What, did it make you feel powerful to hurt them?
You're more of a monster than any demon that passes through these doors will ever be.
[Leo leans forward, his smile still bright.]
I don’t think you understand your situation, friend. Perhaps I need to re-educate you.
[The air around him turns frigid, and a small layer of frost forms on his desk.]
I think you’re the one who needs to learn when they should be quiet. We wouldn’t want anything unsavory to happen to them, or you, would we?
Oh, what, can't handle when someone talks back? You can't expect me to be all smiles when you admitted to my face that you enjoyed hurting them.
[Alistair has a frown on his face, the air around it warming further despite the otherwise chill around Leo]
Wouldn't want anything unsavory, hm? Bold words coming from the person who assured me nothing would happen to them as long as I stayed.
Did you even try to get a healer into see them?
[Leo exhaled from his nose, shaking his head.]
No. But I can assure you, friend, you’ll need to get one soon if you continue your pace.
