002; elevator of forced honesty

[memefox]

elevator of forced honesty

» POST: a top level for your character(s) » RESPOND: to other characters ICly. your characters are now trapped in an elevator together. » UH OH: neither character can lie. » ADDITIONAL, OPTIONAL COMPLICATIONS: at player discretion characters may also... a. be unable to remain silent when asked questions b. be unable to speak around the truth when answering c. be compelled to reveal truths/secrets unprompted THE POWER OF THE ELEVATOR COMPELS YOU.

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[somakemelaugh]

I think you have your starting point, then. [The hand lowers again, and this time he steps back with it, putting a little more distance between them.] Oh, don't thank me just yet. The necessity of the thing is what's got me where I am.

[sweetlies]

What? Tell her a cult killed my brother and I sold my soul as a result? [That would be an awkward conversation.]

Necessity of it? How so?

[somakemelaugh]

If that's how you want to begin. [Honestly to him, it sounds a little blunt, but it's not his story to tell.] Long as it helps to ease your terrors, I don't care how you spin it to her.

[Though that next question has him tapping a nail on his wrist.] Really, haven't I already said why? [He counts it off, ticking on his fingers as he goes.] You've had a traumatic past. It gives you nightmares. When you have them, you wake up screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night or you come find me and wake me up anyway. All in all, it does neither of us any good for you to carry on like this and it doesn't help your reason for being.

[sweetlies]

That doesn't make it a necessity though. You could have told me to leave you be, I would have. I'm more surprised you didn't, really. That you moved into the same apartment instead.

[He's still expecting to wake up and some point and learn it was one long, extremely detailed, dream. And then it never happens.]

[somakemelaugh]

I could very well have. Fact, I could have moved to another apartment in this very building and told you nothing of it. Then you would've been up again one night only to sneak back to my old bed and find there I'm not, leaving you to suffer alone. Do you think I could do that? Could I really be such a person as to leave a child to relive something so horrible against his will again and again?

[sweetlies]

No. [He thinks about the Campania, Sebastian's comment about Undertaker meaning Ciel no harm. And then Weston, going so far as to give him the invitation to the midnight tea party, watching the dolls attack the guests there as if to ensure Ciel wasn't harmed.]

No, you've never really left me to suffer. Or get hurt.

[somakemelaugh]

[His grin seems to soften, if only for a brief moment, and then it's right back, unhinged but focused as always.] Very good. You've been paying attention.

[sweetlies]

I've never exactly been unobservant. Even Sebastian has noticed you don't mean me any harm.

[Which is odd. It seems like severing any links to Undertaker would serve him better.]

[somakemelaugh]

Then we're that much closer to getting you what you need while we're stuck in this city. [He leans himself back against the corner again and remains there, watching Ciel through his hair.] With any luck, it'll carry over when we get back home again, but it's anyone's guess.

[sweetlies]

[The idea of everything that happens here carrying back over it they get home is, honestly, a little terrifying.]

He'd be furious. [His meal ruined, years of work tainting Ciel's soul, wasted.]

[somakemelaugh]

[There's a moment before he responds.] For what? That you might have learned to cope a little better with everything that happened? I've heard suffering makes the soul sweeter, but don't worry about that butler of yours just yet.

[sweetlies]

I've gotten soft. Friends, trust, coping as well, yes. He prefers me cruel, uncaring, relentless, dedicated to vengeance. [Is he really any of that now? He's still close to what Sebastian wants but letting anyone in, that doesn't fit.]

I'll try not to.

[somakemelaugh]

He's a demon. Those are the the things they thrive on, but they'll take any soul when the mood strikes. So, what'll it be next for you?

[sweetlies]

For now, I suppose just live my life. We're here for several years, aren't we? I don't really have anything else I can do.

[somakemelaugh]

[His head tilted at that, and for once the bangs parted, letting a sliver of a view of one eye through.] And?

[sweetlies]

[That's a little disconcerting. He's definitely felt that gaze on his before but it feels different now. Before, it was easy to ignore most of it but with Undertaker looking after him now-]

And what?

[somakemelaugh]

[He knows that stare has significance and he'd intended it that way.] And what about your doctor friend? Do you still intend to pay her a little visit?

[sweetlies]

I will. [Eventually.] This isn't something that would be fair to just throw at her. I'm sure I'll find an appropriate moment to see her.

[somakemelaugh]

No, I should say not. But that's not what I'm getting at. That you're going to do so is enough for now. These things need to be handled delicately.