@retracedwill
some circumstances of life might only be reasonably described as so tragic one might have to wonder when would be a reasonable time to start laughing, deluded by false hope of a better time. surely nothing can be so hopelessly without light?
the fate of young noblemen, much too tender to face such hardships of the world. intertwined with each other through circumstances and the past. each equally laughably hopeless.
he never stood a chance.
as a nightray he shouldn't succumb to doubts and fears-- walk with pride, for once shunned, the vultures may latch at any sign of weakness. but how could he? faced with strange surroundings, he would not even imagine belonging in the stories of the abyss. unsure, uncertain, unknowing. something poking at the very edges of his memory, urging to break forth. then falling back into the silence.
one who's existence had already perished. one who should no longer be here.
"..." a shivering sigh leaving from lips parting. so very alone. "speaking of which..." despite having said nothing to relate those words to, the sound of his own voice was the only closure elliot currently had to cling to. "i wonder what happened to them. leo. and the vessalius brat."