[ he didn't, so he appreciates the warning! not that it does much to prepare him for THE BOYFRIEND? HELLO I'M SEATED except i don't trust you to bust out some depressing memory on me. nevertheless, both wriothesley and i are here.
anyway, this is....interesting? he has no idea what to make of it, actually, and therefore says the first thing that comes to mind. ]
No, there is no point. You will experience it regardless, often against your will. And yours, too. So you should prepare for anything imaginable to be on display, if it is a memory.
...It's fine. It won't be any worse than things which may come from me. You won't find any judgement here. I can't speak for others; however, I'm sure they may feel the same.
I am not taken. There is nothing between us. We are close friends. Anything more would need a conversation we don't have the luxury of having for the time being.
Then I'll pray for your safe journey and return. [ even though he's not particularly religious. it's fine. ] In the meantime, how do you feel about—
[ about? whatever he's about to say is lost in another one of those gusts of wind, the fun ones that come out of nowhere and die out just as quick, only to deposit the poor unfortunate souls caught up in its path.
this time the setting is a nice little house, specifically the inside of said house in the kitchen, where dishes lay broken and scattered on the floor and sticky red blood pools around table and chair legs. a prone body lays nearby, facedown, the streaks and stains across their clothes suggesting them as the source of all that blood. but there are still two more bodies beyond, one large and one smaller, grappling and swiping at each other in what seems to be a fight to the death. the smaller figure isn't doing particularly well, deep cuts and bruises scattered all over his frame and his breath coming in short rapid pants. but there's endless rage and betrayal and hurt in those light blue eyes and - more importantly - a rather sharp knife in his hands, that plunges straight into the chest of the taller figure.
it's a killing blow but not entirely successful; the man manages to land his own hit as he stumbles and goes down, sending the boy toppling over, head hitting one of the nearby countertops. now all three bodies are on the ground, blood pooling from all of them, with only the sound of shallow agonized breathing and a few muttered last words from the man with a knife in his chest.
"...should've found....and killed you when....you left...."
and then it's all over and they're back at the corn and peas cafe. yippee! ]
[Don't just salute and then say you will pray, but you aren't religious. Hello!!!
What is this memory slamming him in the face? He is left pretty shocked, and it takes a moment for him to release the breath he didn't even know he was holding in the first place. WELL OKAY!!!!!
He glances up, somewhat apologetic for seeing something so personal and terrible despite having no control over it.]
[ looks at the mingle. looks back at this thread. congrats on becoming a worm, essek.
but that is still far into the future and right now they have depressing memshares to discuss, though that doesn't seem to stop the small smile that forms on wriothesley's face. ]
Like you said, it's not like we have any control over these things. Besides, it happened a long time ago.
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Depends. Does it have clown milk in it?
[ but he takes the cup anyway. ]
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[He has not had a taste. He has immediately given it to Wriothesley.]
I must preemptively apologize for this week coming.
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I'm not usually one to judge, but that's too many different kinds of milk.
[ not that it stops him from lifting the latte cup to his lips, though he pauses at that oh-so-ominous pronouncement. ]
Oh? What for?
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[Essek will agree with Wriothesley on that. His brows furrow.]
Well, I'm not sure if you have experienced it yet today, and I'm not sure if you experienced it wherever you had your last, um, escapade, but -
[And that is all he gets out. Wriothesley is hit very suddenly out of the blue by a memory.
Wriothesley is a familiar indigo-skinned man standing with another man just inside of a room within a larger, magically made sort of "house."]
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anyway, this is....interesting? he has no idea what to make of it, actually, and therefore says the first thing that comes to mind. ]
Essek?
[ don't leave him like this bud ]
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After a breath-held pause, he releases a long but quiet exhale. He wants to leave him like that really. It is better than acknowledging this.]
...Sorry. That is what - [Another sigh.] I believe this week will be memories.
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anyway--that's rough, buddy. wriothesley would like to learn more about essek, it's true, but Not Like This. ]
Should I close my eyes until it finishes? [ ... ] Will that even work?
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Essek sighs for the third time.]
No, there is no point. You will experience it regardless, often against your will. And yours, too. So you should prepare for anything imaginable to be on display, if it is a memory.
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Good to know. [ even if he says it with a frown and a sigh (his first vs essek's third). ] Then I'm sorry in advance for anything you might see.
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...It's fine. It won't be any worse than things which may come from me. You won't find any judgement here. I can't speak for others; however, I'm sure they may feel the same.
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[ truly a tsundere-ass guy. there's a quick smile, and then a nudge of his elbow into essek's side. ]
So, was that your boyfriend? [ 😇 ]
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[Shut UP!! UGH!!!!!!!!! Immediately sort of fiddling with the rings on his fingers. He swats at the elbow with his own elbow.
...]
It's complicated.
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[ sorry he is not letting go of this but i promise you will get a memshare in return once i am satisfied ]
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Those were his words, not mine. Though... I do agree. There are... more important things right now to get through before we have time to... talk.
I am still working out... the things I have done, too.
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I'll add you to our list of taken men then.
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I am not taken. There is nothing between us. We are close friends. Anything more would need a conversation we don't have the luxury of having for the time being.
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[ yeah sure, he's totally buying it. ]
Pre-taken then. [ he's kidding. ] But in all seriousness, I do hope the two of you get the time to talk things through eventually.
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[EVEN SO, HE REPEATED IT, AND IT IS STILL COMPLICATED, he agrees. It may as well have been his own words truthfully.]
"Pre-taken"? [Shaking his head.] I do as well. It depends on if we die.
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Here, or back home?
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...Back home. Well. Here, too, I suppose, but... back home.
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Then I'll pray for your safe journey and return. [ even though he's not particularly religious. it's fine. ] In the meantime, how do you feel about—
[ about? whatever he's about to say is lost in another one of those gusts of wind, the fun ones that come out of nowhere and die out just as quick, only to deposit the poor unfortunate souls caught up in its path.
this time the setting is a nice little house, specifically the inside of said house in the kitchen, where dishes lay broken and scattered on the floor and sticky red blood pools around table and chair legs. a prone body lays nearby, facedown, the streaks and stains across their clothes suggesting them as the source of all that blood. but there are still two more bodies beyond, one large and one smaller, grappling and swiping at each other in what seems to be a fight to the death. the smaller figure isn't doing particularly well, deep cuts and bruises scattered all over his frame and his breath coming in short rapid pants. but there's endless rage and betrayal and hurt in those light blue eyes and - more importantly - a rather sharp knife in his hands, that plunges straight into the chest of the taller figure.
it's a killing blow but not entirely successful; the man manages to land his own hit as he stumbles and goes down, sending the boy toppling over, head hitting one of the nearby countertops. now all three bodies are on the ground, blood pooling from all of them, with only the sound of shallow agonized breathing and a few muttered last words from the man with a knife in his chest.
"...should've found....and killed you when....you left...."
and then it's all over and they're back at the corn and peas cafe. yippee! ]
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What is this memory slamming him in the face? He is left pretty shocked, and it takes a moment for him to release the breath he didn't even know he was holding in the first place. WELL OKAY!!!!!
He glances up, somewhat apologetic for seeing something so personal and terrible despite having no control over it.]
I'm sorry...
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but that is still far into the future and right now they have depressing memshares to discuss, though that doesn't seem to stop the small smile that forms on wriothesley's face. ]
Like you said, it's not like we have any control over these things. Besides, it happened a long time ago.
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Happening long ago or just recently sometimes doesn't change how things make you feel.
[He is peering at Wriothesley, but his expression isn't hard.]
Is this why...? The word you had.
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[ he punctuates his words with a hand on essek's shoulder. believe him!! ]
But I appreciate your concern. And yes it was, though despite what you might have just seen, I'm not actually a huge proponent of murder.
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