as a noble in the nightray dukedom, his very existence had oftentimes been cursed out. a family of traitors to the land and the people, despite the fact that the person known as elliot nightray had never personally done any of the accused atrocities. the fact that people couldn't see past his heritage and its history had made him bitter, but also strengthened his sense of pride. too stubborn to believe in the words when he himself knew he was not in the wrong.
elliot nightray was never going to regret being born.
although he wasn't entirely sure how time worked other than the fact that it was different, the calendars shifting here had marked the date he had originally entered the world of the living. according to the logic of his own world, he would thus be turning seventeen. two years after his coming of age ceremony allowed him to enter the world of grown ups. yet, at current, he felt more of a child than he had done in a long while in the face of loneliness.
abducted he may be, but it did not make much of a difference was it not so. after all, who did he have left but leo? his brothers and father were gone, his mother on the verge of madness from the sorrow, and vanessa was dead by his own hands.
"hn?" what was that just now? vanessa, and also his mother...?
*we'll make you forget. no matter how many times, we will take away the pain.*
his mind was starting to feel foggy, and for a moment he found it hard to concentrate. a splitting headache surfaced for what felt like the first time in ages. but he had to ignore it, it would always get better with time. where was he again? he hoped they were still alright. hopefully none of them were too worried about him. not that leo would let him know even if he was, especially not with how weird he had been as of lately. things were getting so rough, and his disappearance was doubtful to help. his fist clenched as his thoughts fell on his valet for even if he couldn't understand what was going through his head half of the time, he also feared what his family might do to him in his absence.
thinking about that wasn't going to help though.
for better or for worse his birthday this time was going to be very different, but he could not remain emotional about it. he was not a child any longer, and it was about time he stopped behaving like one. washing his face, elliot faced the mirror and the reflection that looked back on him. sharp eyes that only vaguely betrayed his mental stress from the eyebags that were starting to form should one look closely enough. no matter what, he would power through this. whether it was nightmares or headaches or abductions, as a nightray he had to remain strong and steadfast.
still, however, since he doubted anyone else was likely to say it... if it was in his lonesome where no one could hear it and make fun of him for talking to himself...
