[It takes Elliot a moment to realize he's not where he should be and yet it's somewhere familiar. He's been here before. The cemetary isn't a large one, but it's a place he's had to visit more often than he wishes he ever would. This is where his older brothers were laid to rest, the specific plot of land dedicated to the Nightray family.
He shouldn't be here.
Wasn't all of this supposed to be gone?
There's a nervous swallow as he walks down the footpaths between the graves, spotting Fred, Claude and Ernest's names are all there in a row, before he stumbles upon a name he never thought he'd see. Vanessa Nightray is there and the grave is fresh. For a moment he thinks he's seeing things, blue eyes wrenched wide as he moves closer to examine. This couldn't be real...this had to be some bizarre dream. Had he fallen asleep without knowing? Was this another nightmare?
There's another fresh grave, just beside her's. He's afraid to look at the name but can't look away, can't peel his gaze from the inscription carved into the stone.
E L L I O T -- N I G H T R A Y
Never so quickly has the air in his lungs escaped him. Seeing his own name there, staring back at him...it's too much. A hand is raised to his chest, gripping the front of his shirt, the color draining from his face. He has to get away, out of the cemetery, and so his feet begin to move at a brisk pace, taking him god knows where. There are trees up ahead and so that's where he heads, breathing shallow, steps rough and uneven.
It's only when he spots a familiar figure up ahead that he stops in his tracks, hanging back. Gilbert's...sobbing. Was it because of the graves back there? What sort of fucked up dream was this?]
...Gilbert?
[He calls out to him anyway because what else is he supposed to do?]
the worst
He shouldn't be here.
Wasn't all of this supposed to be gone?
There's a nervous swallow as he walks down the footpaths between the graves, spotting Fred, Claude and Ernest's names are all there in a row, before he stumbles upon a name he never thought he'd see. Vanessa Nightray is there and the grave is fresh. For a moment he thinks he's seeing things, blue eyes wrenched wide as he moves closer to examine. This couldn't be real...this had to be some bizarre dream. Had he fallen asleep without knowing? Was this another nightmare?
There's another fresh grave, just beside her's. He's afraid to look at the name but can't look away, can't peel his gaze from the inscription carved into the stone.
E L L I O T -- N I G H T R A Y
Never so quickly has the air in his lungs escaped him. Seeing his own name there, staring back at him...it's too much. A hand is raised to his chest, gripping the front of his shirt, the color draining from his face. He has to get away, out of the cemetery, and so his feet begin to move at a brisk pace, taking him god knows where. There are trees up ahead and so that's where he heads, breathing shallow, steps rough and uneven.
It's only when he spots a familiar figure up ahead that he stops in his tracks, hanging back. Gilbert's...sobbing. Was it because of the graves back there? What sort of fucked up dream was this?]
...Gilbert?
[He calls out to him anyway because what else is he supposed to do?]